As the news from Xianqing Pavilion was released, more and more people knew about it.
The mainland, which had been peaceful for a long time, was about to be hit by a storm, as if it was shrouded in an indispersible haze. The large-scale migration of the dragon and witch tribes seemed to prove this point, so many well-informed and capable people began to plan for the future before the incident occurred.
And the lives of ordinary people were not easy either -
under normal circumstances, there would be occasional showers wherever the dragons passed.
Now that so many dragons were moving together, and winter was the season for snowfall, the weather was even worse, with hail and heavy rain falling like they were free. Not to mention how many crops were killed in the fields, some ordinary people whose houses were built were also destroyed.
Moreover, the witch tribe likes to plunder. Wherever Ao Qin and Wu Yao gather, there will be death. However, Ao Qin is in a hurry to hurry, and Wu Yao still has some restraint on his witches, so there is no large-scale casualties.
The dragon tribe and the witch tribe are rushing to the demon world, and the monster tribe and the special life alliance are almost in Yifa.
At the same time, some scattered monsters and strong men are also heading to Yifa after making up their minds. More people who have been cursed choose to give up this opportunity.
Yifa is in the demon world, and the climate is also very bad. It is impossible to rush there without a certain strength.
...
The day after Mr. Long left, Mu Wanwan, who had been in seclusion refining the elixir, felt physically exhausted and mentally tired.
She put away the elixir she had just refined, and just as she was about to stand up, she felt her hands and feet were sore and weak, and she couldn't lift her arms.
Mu Wanwan looked down at her palms, and felt that her fingertips seemed to become transparent in an instant. She blinked, and her fingertips returned to normal, as if everything just now was just her illusion, but her hands and feet were still weak.
She gritted her teeth and refined the elixir in the furnace. After putting it away, she held on to the table and chair with soft steps. She noticed that the big hairy bird on the side was gnawing on the spirit stone vigorously, and a smile flashed across her eyes.
Mengmeng has grown a little bit bigger. Her fur has almost been replaced. The tiny black down has fallen off, leaving soft pure white hair. The hair on her head has also become much stiffer. She no longer looks like a small cub.
"Chiu~" Mengmeng swallowed a spiritual stone, flapped her wings and flew into her arms, trying to fly like usual.
Mu Wanwan opened her arms as usual, but failed to pick Mengmeng up, causing her to fall on her butt.
"Chiu has gained weight." Mu Wanwan said jokingly.
"Chiu!" Mengmeng didn't. Mengmeng is obviously very slim!
Mu Wanwan frowned imperceptibly, bent down and stroked Maochu while looking inside her body -
the spiritual power in her dantian was almost used up, and the meridians seemed to have become more transparent.
Her head hurt a little, Mu Wanwan rubbed her forehead. This must be her illusion. It was impossible that the meridians and body became transparent while refining the elixir.
"Qiu?" Mengmeng tilted her head and rubbed her palm, as if to comfort her after noticing that she was in a bad mood.
Mu Wanwan pinched its chin and felt that her hands and feet had recovered some strength. She looked down at the little dragon horn hanging on its neck, which was still shining faintly, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Mr. Long, you should be fine and not in danger.
Mu Wanwan reached out and gently held the dragon horn, which was half warm and half cold because of her body temperature, and gently touched it against her lips.
She sat for a while, then stood up and prepared to go out. Chiyan said before that she was leaving, so has she evacuated now? And the first person who got the news and wanted to redeem the elixir should have arrived, right?
As she thought about it, she opened the door. Just as she walked into the corridor, she heard a familiar voice from behind, "Wanwan."
Mu Wanwan turned around suddenly and met Jiuqing's peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
The corners of her beautiful eyes were curved, her eyelashes were curled with little ice crystals, her red lips were curled, and she smiled at her half leaning against the door.
"Jiuqing?" Mu Wanwan couldn't believe her eyes and called her name tentatively.
"Stupid?" Jiuqing straightened up, "Didn't expect me to come?"
"Yeah." Mu Wanwan was indeed surprised. She had received news about the Special Life Alliance before, and knew a little about Jiuqing's affairs in the demon clan. She thought Jiuqing would consolidate her position in the demon clan.
Jiuqing half raised her eyebrows and patted Mu Wanwan's shoulder, "It's not just me."
As soon as she finished speaking, Chiyan walked out from the corner and looked at Jiuqing helplessly.
Mu Wanwan was slightly startled, "Chiyan..."
"Don't be surprised in a hurry." Jiuqing pulled her arm and pulled her to the attic adjacent to the wine shop in Xianqing Pavilion.
"Uncle Chen?" Mu Wanwan looked at the familiar smiling orc, "Auntie Hua?"
"Girl." Indoors, Auntie Hua was not so cold anymore. She had recovered a lot of spirit and looked at her with a smile, "Why do you feel thinner?"
Mu Wanwan touched her cheek subconsciously, her eyes a little hot.
There were several old friends in this small attic, how could she not be moved?
It turned out that they were not alone.
It turned out that there were still people who cared about them.
Mu Wanwan tried hard to hold back her tears, and when she met Jiu Qing's gentle gaze, she felt a little embarrassed.
Jiuqing held her hand tightly and pointed at the people on one side, "These are all people from the Special Life Alliance."
"This is Uncle Mo Teng." Chiyan briefly introduced him, then pushed open the wooden window connected to the wine house on the attic, and looked back at Mu Wanwan, "Most of the people in there are people who came here because of your news."
"Everyone." Chiyan shouted down to stop the noisy sound, "The alchemist is here."
After the shout, there was a long silence.
Mu Wanwan looked down and met a pair of eyes of different colors and races.
When those eyes saw her, they passed through a variety of different emotions, some were relieved, some were relieved, and even some struggles.
Mu Wanwan looked at the more or less curse marks on their faces, tightened the Qiankun bag containing the elixir, and smiled - there were
many more people than she thought, so even if they faced the dragon and witch tribes, they should have some resistance.
...
After discussing with Uncle Chen and the others, Mu Wanwan divided the newly refined pills into different groups. Considering the number of people, she focused on refining a large number of low-level soul-restoring pills and demon-repelling pills.
These low-level pills were used as early rewards to stabilize the morale of the army.
After distributing the pills, she only had pills of level three and above.
According to what she and Jiuqing had discussed, these pills would be distributed according to their accumulated contributions to fighting against the dragon and witch tribes.
No one was dissatisfied with this. After all, it was very generous to be able to get the benefits before facing danger. In fact, after the first half-demon who got the pill and used it immediately had a remarkable effect, the hope of the people behind him became even stronger.
The small pill seemed to be the hope to get rid of the curse and continue to live.
Everyone built a formation and barrier in front of the inheritance entrance. In the next day, people and monsters came one after another. By the evening of the second day, Hai Ren and Hai Jiu from the mermaid tribe also arrived.
The last one to come was an elf wearing a fighting hat. He stepped on the afterglow of the setting sun. Ten miles behind him, there were continuous and undulating dragon roars, and countless strange witch puppets.
They came.