This small team was not for cleaning the battlefield. Amy and his management team were only ordered to go from the area to the prisoner-of-war camp of the Zhuanyuan leader to take over the prisoners of war there. This is the core area of ​​the entire Zhuanyuan leader, which is the castle of the lord here at that time, but the prisoners of war were not imprisoned here.

When the warriors of the Dragon King City chased here, they found that the original leaders had run away, leaving only the defeated troops raging in this territory. Now all these defeated troops have been hit in the large farmhouses that are imprisoned here.

Amy came to the central castle of the territory, where there was a collapsed wall, probably the place where the landlords were. Most of the house had been burned down. The burnt wooden boards and beams were buried like a mess of dead branches between broken soil and gravel, and the thin beams used to support the roof pointed to the blue sky like bony and strange limbs.

Next to the castle is a landfill well.

Amy found a fairly regular tiles from the ruins of the castle and placed them next to the well. He poured some clear water into the tiles and placed a few small wild flowers next to the tiles. Then he took out a piece of white candle from his arms that was only the length of his thumb, and placed it behind the tiles, as if he was paying homage to something.

After all this was arranged, he took out the fire-induced weapon from his arms.

This is a new item developed by Miss Celia's Magical Research Institute. A small magic device is made of two copper pieces that depict the runes of fire element and a small magic storage crystal. He put the fire-guiding device close to the candle and pressed the switch. A red light appeared at the front of the copper piece of runes, igniting the candle wick.

"May the gods protect your way forward... no longer be trapped in cold and darkness... May your souls be peaceful... no longer hunger or suffering..."

Amy finished his prayer softly, then leaned down to extinguish the candle, but before putting it away, a very subtle sound suddenly came into the consul's ears, instantly attracting his attention.

It was a very short, a very slight sound, like a small branch falling on the ground, and the sound of a light rabbit running through the grass might be more obvious than that, but Amy still noticed the strange sound, and he immediately searched for it in the sound - he searched back and forth many times next to the collapsed and destroyed long house.

Finally, he finally discovered a cover plate covered with dirt gravel and burnt wood, and a ring of iron fixed to the cover plate.

Amy threw a few larger stones and wood aside, then grabbed the iron ring on the cover with one hand, pulled it hard, and lifted it open. In the darkness below the cover, he saw more than a dozen pairs of eyes full of horror.

“There are survivors here!”

The escort team quickly gathered over, and after more than a dozen fully armed dragon claw warriors appeared, the terrified civilians in the cellar finally walked out with no choice. Amy counted next to him, and there were seventeen men, women, young and old.

These people were ragged, pale and thin, and were extremely haggard because they had not seen the sun for many days. They might have been hiding in the cellar since the defeated troops left. At this moment, they were so weak that they even struggled to stand. They could only lean on each other and gathered into a small group, looking at the strange soldiers in front of them with fear.

A member of the gnoll guard team jumped from the open cellar entrance, and a moment later the gnoll climbed up along the ladder: "There are three more below--it is dead and need help to carry it up."

The old werewolf captain ordered other soldiers to go down and help, while the consul Amy came to the survivors: "Are you people in this village? You are the only ones left?"

The survivors looked at each other with panic expressions, some shook their heads repeatedly, some hesitantly nodded, and some just stood in a daze, as if they didn't understand Amy's words at all.

"Go and get some food and water first," consul Amy sighed, turning his head to instruct the people around him, "Don't take jerky, they might choke themselves to death."

The food was quickly brought over, but the dozen people just watched with caution and confusion. They swallowed their saliva, but none of them dared to step forward. It was not until the Dragon Claw Warrior stuffed the food into their hands that they were sure that these things were really for themselves.

After the first person stuffed the food into his mouth, the others immediately started to swallow it. Amy could feel that as the food was swallowed into his stomach, these people finally lost a little bit of alert to the wolves who looked extremely fierce in front of them.

Although they are still nervous and scared.

"Are you people in this territory?" After those people recovered a little, Amy walked among them and asked in a gentle tone, "Do you have been hiding in the cellar or in the territory?"

Several refugees looked at Amy in a clean and tidy consul's special uniform with a little fear, but one person finally spoke: "We are...no one else..."

Then the man who spoke pointed to the cellar behind him and pointed to the people around him: "Only us."

"We are the army under the great True Dragon Majesty," said the consul Amy, "Don't be afraid, you are safe."

However, the villagers seemed to have no response to Amy's words as if they hadn't understood it, and looked at the fierce werewolfs who were obviously not humans in fear.

"We are the army of His Majesty the Great True Dragon, unlike those defeated troops. We will not steal food, nor will we hurt you." The consul Amy knew what these refugees were afraid of, "Who burned your farmhouse? Are the original nobles? Knights?"

When the refugees heard these names, they couldn't help but tremble, but no one dared to answer the consul's question head-on, as if they were afraid that they would be hung on the gallows after they spoke here in a blink of an eye. But after a few seconds, a crisp voice still spoke rashly: "It's those noble masters..."

The one who spoke was a child. Judging from the voice, it should be a girl. But as soon as she was halfway through, the adult next to her quickly covered the child's mouth, making the rest of her words turn into an vague whimper.

Amy squatted down in front of the child and waved her hand to let the adults beside her out of the way. He looked at the child's eyes - they were a pair of extra bright big eyes. Although the little girl was not beautiful at all, there were even large freckles on her rough and dry skin. Her dry and messy hair was like weeds that covered a quarter of her face, but the big eyes exposed from behind the messy hair were particularly impressive.

Amy looked at those eyes and asked word by word: "Who is their leader? What did they do to you?"

The little girl shook her head blankly, then nodded hesitantly: "I don't know... but they killed our lord and the lord's knights, and robbed our farmhouse and the lord's food..."

Some of the survivors finally couldn't help it and sobbed in a low voice: "We have handed over the food... and all handed over the food..."
Chapter completed!