War Tree

"Lake-town was still as desolate as ever!" Roland looked at the bleak settlement with a mixture of helplessness and nostalgia.

"After being ravaged by Dragon Flame, they were lucky if even the framework was left..." Omsk curled his lip. To the commoners here, the destructive power of a Pseudo-Great Dragon was no different from that of a true dragon.

"So... this was why you made me row the boat here?" Omsk was covered in black lines. A dignified hero like him had actually become cheap labor under Roland.

"Hahaha! We're almost there!" Roland patted Omsk on the shoulder and laughed, naturally changing the subject.

"..." Omsk rolled his eyes. Yun Feng might be a sucker, but he wasn't. Only Yun Feng would fall for such a clumsy attempt at changing the subject.

"Hm? There were still residents here?" Only after jumping onto the charred dock did Roland realize that quite a few people still lived amid the ruins of old Lake-town!

"My lord, you don't understand, do you? In these war-torn times, having somewhere to shelter is already a blessing! This place may be shabby, but after some repairs, it's still livable!" A woman washing clothes shot Roland a displeased glare, clearly blaming him for speaking without knowing their hardships.

"Heh, that's true." Roland nodded in agreement. Long Lake was rich in fish, so these refugees who had come from afar would at least not have to worry about making a living after settling here. Besides, without farmland, they could only fish to fill their stomachs. The tender whitefish of Long Lake had nourished their frail bodies, restoring color to the faces of the refugees who had once looked pale and malnourished.

"Madam, may I ask how many people live here?" Roland curiously surveyed the charred Lake-town. He could still