Even without using the Eye of the Soul, Renn could see Livlin's thoughts. It seemed that there was something important to tell him, so he smiled and said, "Madam, we can be honest with each other. Please say something bluntly."

"Okay, Lord Lord."

Livlin was not originally a tangled personality, capable and decisive. After several contacts with Rennes, she found that the lord was actually a very frank person, and had no airs. She had a kind of affinity that could entrust loyalty.

She organized the language and then asked, "Sir, I wonder what you have arranged for Santraju?"

"Of course it was incorporated into Gotham City."

Renn replied naturally. He saw that Livlin was reluctant to leave the Blood Elf Camp he had run for many years. He wanted to retain a certain degree of autonomy and said seriously: "After Santrajura was included in Gotham, he must be open to the public. I don't want to have a lawless place in my city."

Santra's residence is not in Gotham City. In order to facilitate access and exit of blood elves, a teleportation array must be set up to the predetermined elves area.

If only the blood elves are allowed to enter, like an autonomous region, there will be many problems.

No matter what race it is, they tend to live with their own race. If the privileges of Sant's residence are not banned, the blood elves will treat it as their own racial territory, gather together to keep warm, create a barrier with other residents of Gotham City, and affect the cohesion of the entire city.

Rennes did not expect to turn Gotham into a melting pot of race, but he did not want Gotham to become a fragmented society.

Therefore, he must open the Santra residence to all residents.

Seeing that Renne was very determined, Livlin sighed, "I understand, Lord Lord. Since this is the order of Lord, I can only obey."

"Very good." Renn nodded with satisfaction.

Santra's residence was a camp built by Livlin. I don't know how much effort I put into it for decades, so I made her give up with just one word. It shows that her loyalty to her does not mean to be self-respecting.

Livlin thought for a few seconds and said, "My tribe and I will give up this camp and move to Gotham City. But I have a suggestion, please do not disclose the Santra residence to the public. We would rather be closed than let outsiders come in."

"Why?" Renne vaguely guessed the reason.

"The Santra residence is located deep underground in Eberakan, which is part of the ruins of the elves in the Third Age." Livlin explained: "The former 'Eberakan' was the richest city in the New World, with countless wealth. When the elves retreated to Oroan, they only took away a small part. Most of the wealth was buried underground and turned into treasures."

“For more than three thousand years, the ruins of Aberakon have been almost never been excavated.”

She paused, stared at Rennes and said seriously: "And Santra's residence is the gateway to open this treasure..."

Ren said to himself.

When Resling and his teammates first came to Aberaken, the Holy Gun Ranger Bellack kept talking about the underground treasures here and wanted to enter the Santra residence but couldn't get them.

Now Livlin said the same thing, it seems that the treasure is real.

The Third Era lasted for more than 5,400 years. During this long period, Aberakan was the most brilliant magic capital on the New World, like a pearl, shining brightly. The wealth accumulated over five thousand years is still impressive even if it can only be discovered by a drop in the bucket.

Ren suddenly realized in his heart.

No wonder the Regent Asjung and the Blood Elves were so shocked when they knew that Livlin was going to bring Santra's residence to Gotham City.

In addition to Asjung's personal feelings for Livlin, it is also due to the treasure.

The blood elves are extremely rich, perhaps one of the richest races of Alan Ershi, treating money as dirt, but they are unwilling to let go in the face of Abraken's huge treasure.

It’s just that Santra’s residence is Livlin’s personal territory, and they have no reason to refuse.

Thinking of this, Renn couldn't help but look up to Livlin, and then he realized how much she had paid to leave Yongge City and how determined she had made.

Of course, Livlin is not completely selfless, she also wants something.

One is personal prospects.

The second is the future of the Blood Knight.

"Thank you, ma'am." Renn stood up and said solemnly: "I will adopt the lady's advice and close the Santra residence. I will do the excavation of Aberracen's treasures myself and invite the lady to help. The lady can share one-third of the wealth that has been excavated."

He is not short of money now, but he doesn't think it's too much.

More money means stronger power, which can accelerate Gotham's construction speed, and can also be used elsewhere to play a huge role.

The taste of money ability is simply wonderful.

Livlin has been in Eberakan for many years and has also built the Santra residence. There is no one in the world who knows better than her elves treasures. With her guidance, with her own full vision, she will definitely be able to dig out wealth buried underground for thousands of years.

In this regard, Rennes never stings with it.

After giving one-third of the distribution, he promised: "I will do my best to help the lady advance to the holy level, and the Sunlight Blood is not limited to supply. As for the treatment of the Blood Knights, my plan is to merge with the Knights of the Gun Wings, and at that time, I will fully respect the lady's opinions."

Sure enough, when Livlin heard these promises, she smiled on her face.

"The Lord's generosity is admirable, but I don't want treasures." Her words surprised Renn and said seriously: "I am willing to exchange treasures for Lord's guarantee, and treat the blood elves living in Gotham City equally."

Renn glanced at her deeply.

This blood elf beauty deserves her lofty status among the clan members, and ranks the affairs of the clan members first and regards them more important than herself.

"I promise in the name of the goddess of magic."

Renn swore without hesitation that he had no tendency to favor any race. Whether it was humans, elves or dwarves, they were all their own people.

After listening, Livlin felt relieved.

This beautiful blood elf has an outstanding temperament and is pleasing to the eye, but living alone and lonely men and women together in the same room will eventually cause misunderstandings from outsiders and have bad reputations. Rennes does not want a lady with noble character to fall into such rumors, and does not have much thoughts about her. After talking about the important matter, he immediately offered to say goodbye.

On the contrary, Count Livlin seemed a bit of a pity, but she did not try to keep her.

"Sir, I have prepared a thousand Blood Knights to enter Gotham at any time and serve the Lord." Livlin reported as she walked out of the living room.

"Then let them go with me." Renn agreed immediately.

After a moment.

A thousand fully armed blood knights gathered in the square, lined up, and received inspection by Renn. The Soul Eye observed secretly and found several blood elves with different minds. He called them out on the spot and handed them over to Livlin.

The blood elves are not monotonous, they have aristocratic class and different factions.

As expected, these blood knights were nails that some blood elves nobles broke into the Blood Knights. They may not have much malice, but they just acted as eyes and ears, but Ren also did not want to stay and became a hidden danger.

When Livlin saw these blood elves, her expression suddenly became cold.

Rain did not ask Livlin what to do, and took the Blood Knight himself and left Santra's residence. The team came out of the Black Forest of Aberracen and appeared across the strait. The dwarf craftsmen under construction saw this elves army from afar.

"Blood Elf!"

"What are they doing?"

"Does these arrogant guys attack Gotham? It's better to blow them all to death by the electric cannon to see them for a while, so as not to be upset if you see them later."

The dwarves up and down the city wall stopped to work, looked at the blood elves approaching, shouting and cursing, and seemed a little irritable.

"Quiet!"

Kestakin appeared at the top of the city and scolded, "Shut up! These are the blood elves who are loyal to the Lord. They will also be residents of Gotham in the future. Whoever dares to say something more, just try whether my hammer is hard or your head is hard."

The King of Hills sounded like thunder, and his "Wrath of the Mountains" was waving his own "Rage of the Mountains" in his hand.

The dwarves shrank their necks and continued to work.

But they still frequently looked out of the city, muttering a few complaints, or winking at the dwarfs around them.

Kestagin was actually clear about this, but he didn't care.

In fact, he doesn't like elves either.

A few days ago, when he heard Renn say that a group of blood elves with as many as 25,000 people would become residents of Gotham, he immediately protested loudly, expressing his unwillingness to live in the same city with the arrogant elves. However, the protest was ineffective. Renn not only did not turn his mind around, but also taught him a lesson.

Kestagin was beaten to the point of being beaten to no aura.

He was also forced to accept Rennes' orders to appease and restrain his tribe.

If a dwarf and a blood elves conflict, as long as it is found out that it is the dwarf that causes trouble, the first one will be to blame Kestarkin.

Kstakin didn't dare to say a word. He knew Ren's temper very well. He was usually gentle and amiable, but anyone who dared to go against Ren's will will immediately understand what Ren's anger is and would never have a good end. If the dwarf commits a crime, he will really be held accountable.

And I heard from Rennes that a group of dark elves will join Gotham soon.

Drow from the dark area!

The blood elves couldn't accept it, let alone those evil drows... For this reason, Kestakin had been worried for several days and had already thought of many ways to control the tribe.

As he thought, the blood elves had already stepped onto the Shield Island on the ice.

Rennes and the Extreme Warriors walked in the front, and more than a thousand Blood Knights followed them, entering Gotham from the unfinished area of ​​the city wall.

The blood elves also saw the dwarves.

The city wall suddenly became quiet, and only the sound of the blood elves' uniform steps. A tense atmosphere spread out, and the blood elves' steps slowed down unconsciously. They stared at the dwarf with big eyes and looked at each other unhappy. Their eyes were like sharp swords, colliding with invisible Mars.

Renn turned around and saw two races in love and killing each other confronting each other.

"Kestakin." He called out.

"Lord, I'm here." The King of the Hill quickly turned into a bolt of lightning and fell in front of Rennes, looking as if he was waiting for the order.

The eyes of the dwarf and the elves were attracted.

"You come and arrange their residence." Renn said lightly. As soon as he finished speaking, the Blood Knights became turbulent. Although no one dared to object, most of them showed dissatisfaction, thinking that Renn was deliberately humiliating them.

"Who has any objection?" Rennes snorted coldly.

His eyes swept over the blood elves, and no one looked at each other with sharp eyes. Any blood elves seen could not help but lower their heads.

The dwarfs watching thought that Renne was biased towards him and couldn't help but feel a little proud, and some dwarfs even laughed gloatingly.

Renn turned his head and the laughing dwarf was as if struck by lightning, his face pale.
To be continued...