The mad cow was like a statue standing on a cliff and staring at the sea. In the bay below the cliff, thousands of warriors from the Mad bull tribe were sorting out the sleeper's clothes.

This is how they call those aliens, and the sleepers were only a few dozen at the beginning, but this sudden sleep spread rapidly to the entire alien group like a plague.

It was not until the rebel army determined that this sleepless disease would only spread within the alien groups that the rebel army breathed a sigh of relief. In the first few days, these rebel army, who had been living a hard life, would venture into the territory of the aliens and happily remove equipment from the sleepers.

But as the number of sleepers increased, and even the mad cow had not seen the waking aliens for a long time, even the most greedy rebel soldiers fell silent.

In any case, they are still humans. When facing the same kind of extinction death, everyone feels a cool feeling called the coldness of lips and teeth.

Soon, the earliest aliens who fell asleep began to die, and a large number of corpses rotted in the city and in the wilderness. In order not to have a plague, the mad cow and Abraham had to start cleaning up the corpses left by the aliens.

In the northern part of the New World, the aliens and the rebels intersected each other. As a force that has emerged in recent years, many aliens have joined the rebels in this process and fought for freedom.

Some of them were not just comrades-in-arms, but even found their true love in the uprising army and formed a family. Now all this is buried.

"May you be born free and dignified in the next life." The shaman of the Mad Bull Tribe walked along the coastline, crossing one sleeper after another and corpse, sprinkling powders made of various incense and blending of incense: "Some of you have fought for this world, and some have committed countless crimes, but today all this is returned to dust, and the soil is returned to the soil, and the road is clean."

When the shaman passed by, warriors from different tribes pushed the bodies into the sea and let them go with the waves.

Such scenes are staged everywhere, and in the distance, large carts filled with sleepers are constantly being pulled by pack beasts, and shells belonging to players are piled up there, waiting for the tribes to place them by the sea.

The entire coastline is bathed in a solemn atmosphere, and many tribes have become numb. In the past few days, they have seen more corpses than living people.

In the cities further away, the rebels had to go further to carry the sleeping men scattered everywhere. They would take away the equipment of the sleeping men, and these things would soon be equipped with other rebel soldiers.

However, the American imperial players themselves are not doing well. Many of the equipment they were sold to them by the rebels, but now they are just the original owner.

Even so, the American imperialists left an unimaginable legacy to the rebel army, hundreds of cities of considerable size, mature industrial systems, road networks far exceeding the rebel army's existing scale, etc.

The only thing the rebel army could report to the American imperial players was a solemn farewell ceremony.

Abraham, who had already been promoted to the legendary wizard, had his own mage tower at this time, and it was also the only mage tower in the rebel army. It was different from the mage towers of those legendary wizards under the rule of the Witch King. Abraham's mage tower was larger in scale and was essentially closer to a magic academy.

In the past thirty years, Abraham has been working to cultivate his own spellcasters, and even further, he hopes to cultivate a spellcaster with a free spirit to invade the group of spellcasters who rule the New World.

But unfortunately, as of now, all the students sent by Abraham to the Witch King system have betrayed him without exception.

Abraham could only regret this that the smarter the person, the more egoistic the tendency to be. When facing the Witch King system with a full advantage in knowledge reserves and magic resources, those rebel spell casters with excellent qualifications chose choices that were beneficial to them.

Despite this, Abraham did not stop his education for the next generation, and he was not worried that those betrayers would sell their position in the mage tower, because it was no secret to the Witch King.

Abraham knew for a long time that the Witch Kings did not want their own lives. After becoming legendary wizards, he felt more and more how powerful the Witch King was. They kept their lives and the Mad Bull just for fun after dinner.

At this time, hundreds of American imperial players gathered around Abraham. These people are extremely lucky. Before they encounter an accident, they gave up all the dimensionality reduction in the real world and entered the game world.

Many of them suddenly woke up on the way to the seaside and were brought back by the rebels. Some of them entered the game world and heard that Abraham was providing shelter to all foreigners and voluntarily surrendering.

It was precisely through these people that Abraham completely figured out what these aliens had encountered and what kind of energy Chaos had.

"From now on, you will no longer be aliens, you are part of us, and I and the entire rebel army will open our arms to accept you." Abraham stood in the middle of the crowd, comforting everyone like his father: "No matter what your identity was before, we will treat you equally, and we will treat you like brothers, and do our best to provide food, shelter, and work."

These Americans sat quietly in their seats and looked at Abraham with gratitude.

"But from now on, you must also obey our laws and respect our customs." Abraham looked at these desperate people who had experienced: "In case you will be temporarily placed outside the magic academy for the time being, and I will need some time to ensure that the power to destroy your world will not spread with you here."

Abraham's words stirred up the American empire, but they soon became quiet. Most of these American empires were managers in reality. They may be evil abusers in front of slaves, but in front of more authoritative people, they were the most obedient servants, and Abraham was obviously more authoritative than most governors.

They will accept all the requests made by Abraham and follow them.

"Master Abraham, there is a message from Lord Mad Bull that you need to deal with in person." A middle-aged man in a white robe knocked on the door and whispered to Abraham: "The people of the Mad Bull Tribe met a ship that they had never seen before on the sea. They said that the ship came from the old continent."
Chapter completed!