Whether out of gratitude or affection, they just wanted to be with the little guy.
"Elders, rest assured, we have no ill will towards Lingling. This old man has lived for decades, and all he wants to do in the days ahead is to accompany Lingling as she grows older."
"If anyone wants to hurt Lingling, just step over my dead body." Damon said his promise lightly.
Unexpectedly, when Lingling heard what he said, she shuddered, turned around and looked at Damon and shouted, "No! I don't want Grandpa Damon to die! No!"
The little one's reaction was a little big, and her baby voice broke. Blue had to carefully protect the little one to prevent her from falling to the ground.
"No, no, Lingling, calm down."
At this moment, the Third Elder, Orton, who had been quietly observing Damon, spoke up: "Hello, Shaman Damon, I am Orton, the Third Elder of the Tree People. Old man, I can see that you meant what you just said."
"Since you all truly love Lingling, we welcome your arrival. Now that it's night, you should first let your people settle down."
The other elders looked at Orton, somewhat puzzled as to why he agreed so easily.
On the contrary, Lingling's little face, which had just been slumped, suddenly lit up and she cheered happily: "Grandpa Orton, Lingling loves you the most~"
The rest: ...The little guy has a lot of favorite people!
Blue pinched Lingling's little face gently with a bit of jealousy, and said nothing more, but let Holly lead the way.
"Holly, where are you going just now? You should lead the way and settle our orc friends first."
Holly nodded, took two steps to the front, and began to lead the way.
"Everyone, follow!"
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