Game Across the World

It can be said that Luo Ning and Shen Chen thought of together.

　　 However, Luo Ning is for the entire Northern Continent. He firmly believes that these refugees are the basis for future human rejuvenation. The Kingdom of Dalaran also needs these civilians. After all, more than 50% of the mages in Dalaran are from the civilian class.

　　And Shen Chen, these refugees are the key to the further prosperity of his territory; it is not a simple matter to compete with the powerful magic kingdom for the ownership of these refugees.

　　 But Shen Chen didn't expect to be in place at one time to save these refugees, at least to give them a good impression. Dalaran will expedition to Northrend one day, and then it will be the perfect time for Shen Chen to take action.

　　 The soldiers were divided into two groups. Shen Chen came to the refugee camp near Dalaran, leaving a Hall of Fame Raiders team to go to the old harbor of Shadowfang Castle to meet allies from Silvermoon City.

　　The refugees are not in a good mood.

　　 Sabine came from Gilneas, a small village under the Greymane Wall. Since that wall was built to isolate Lordaeron and Gilneas, his life has become worse and worse.

　　 When the natural disaster struck, he once regretted why he didn't move into the high wall, but he eventually survived and did not become a member of the skeleton walker.

　　 However, as the Forsaken entered the Silver Pine Forest, he once again left his hometown. The news that Dalaran had recruited refugees brought him here.

"The Church of Life, help you understand the true meaning of life, avoid the threat of death and suffering, and find a real place of rest..." Sabin tore off this announcement and it was posted on many hidden corners of the refugee camp. among.

　　 "Heh~~" Sabin laughed dryly and threw the announcement on the ground at will.

　　 "The Pain Church, they can't help you much. The Lich King and his army of undead will eventually sweep the whole world. When only the cold breath is left, the apocalypse will come!"

　　 Sabin said tauntingly, and then walked out of the corner of the tent. He saw several farmers eating lunch. They walked over with a smile and naturally sat by the fire.

　　 "Hey, how many people, can I share one?"

　　 Looking at Sabine's appearance, weather-tested cheeks, gully palms, strong dark arms; the farmers think he is their own, guessing that he should be like them, a farmer accepted by Lordaeron.

　　 "Of course, there is some potato soup here, and the remaining half of the granola. It is a specialty of the Vicens woman. You should try it."

　　 Sabin ignored the dust on the wheat cake, took a few bites, then swallowed the hot soup and coughed a few times.

　　 "You can be slow." The farmer kindly reminded.

　　 "Sorry, I'm so hungry." Sabine continued to eat, ignoring the eyes of the farmers.

　　Looking at Sabine, the farmers remembered their lives when they fled. Just like him, if they can have a bite of hot food, they are satisfied, very hungry, and they will be like Sabine.

　　 After Sabin finished his soup, the farmers asked, "Brother, you also came to escape."

"Yes." Sabine hiccuped, looked at the farmers hesitantly, and then added for a while: "I came from the north, and I was hiding in the ruins of Alterac before, with a group of... er. , The robber lived for a while."

　　 "We are all the same." The farmers comforted: "If you can come here, you will be safe."

　　 "Yes, find a piece of fertile land where the wizards cast spells. It won't be long before you can drink hot soup and eat wheat cakes just like us."

　　 "Sometimes I can drink two sips!" The farmers were obviously in a good mood.

"No, no!" As if thinking of Sabine, he refused: "I have to flee to the north. It will soon be insecure. I think Stormwind Kingdom or more southern land is suitable for me. settle down."

　　 "You think too much, brother." A farmer said, "It's too far, we have never been there, and here, under the protection of the mages, we can live very well."

　　 "Yes, they are much better than the rumors, at least better than the former leader." The farmers are very satisfied with their recent lives. Many wounds have been healed, and they are ready to start a new life.

　　 Sabine whispered to the farmers: "No, do you know why I started to flee again?"

　　 "Why, those bandits are bad for you?"

　　 "No, it's not." Sabine showed fear, then his hands and feet trembled slightly, until the farmers calmed down for a while.

　　 "It is a natural disaster for the undead, they are coming again!" Sabine explained, and then fell silent.

　　 The farmers don’t believe it, not to mention that even if the natural disaster comes again, there is the enchantment of the mages, they also have the confidence to resist it.

After 　　 knocked on the side for a while, Sabine slowly said, "Yes, I saw the undead army. Their goal is here. I escaped quickly, but believe me, even the defenders of Andorhal have suffered heavy casualties!"

　　 "How is it possible." Sabine's words made the farmers obviously nervous. They knew the Andorhal line of defense in New Lordaeron. If natural disasters break there, the next step...

　　 "No, even if Andorhal is attacked, the next step in the disaster should be Nanhai Town." A farmer questioned.

　　 Another farmer also comforted himself: "Even if Andorhal falls, Dalaran is definitely much stronger."

　　 "Not so." The cooking woman's husband Vicens said gravely: "That city is a brand new city. It was once destroyed by the Scourge."

Seeing the eyes of everyone, Vicens continued: "In Dalaran, there are powerful arcane magic items. At the beginning, Arthas relied on them to summon terrible existences and destroyed Dalaran; therefore, if It is completely possible that the Scourge will march here!"

　　 "How come!" The farmers panicked.

"No matter what, I will flee to the south. Everyone, thank you for your hospitality. If I see you in the south of the mainland in the future, I will definitely serve you with better food." Sabine stood up and bowed slightly. Then he ran away without looking back.

　　 "Visence...what do you think?" The farmers were a little bit arrogant, and one after another asked people who clearly knew some inside information.

Wiesenston paused, and stood up, "I will first look at the movements of the wizards in Dalaran; however, I will also prepare for another escape in advance. Everyone, no matter what, I think the threat of natural disasters. It will come soon."

　　 The farmers dispersed, they inquired about the news in their respective crowds.

　　 "Indeed, the number of people fleeing from the north has increased significantly recently!"

　　 "There was a big battle in Andorhal, with the rumbling of artillery fire, and the hot flames almost spreading over half of the sky. I saw a cavalry support to the north, but I don't know what the final result will be."

　　 "Are you aware of those wizards!"

Dalaran’s defensive actions, UU reading www.uukanshu.com seems to have confirmed this to the refugees. The mages have established positions outside Dalaran, one by one Arcane turrets, but they can only give the refugees very little. Sense of security.

　　 They knew that the Scourge was coming again, but last time, Dalaran could not stop them, and this time, without that powerful Antonidas, would they still have a chance to succeed?

　　 The pain in the hearts of the refugees has been awakened by the horror of the Scourge in a few words; the Scourge has not yet reached their side, and chaos and fear have spread rapidly in the camp.

　　 Sabine and Vicens, reunited in another camp.

　　 "How is your end?" Sabine asked with a sneer.

　　 "Everything is going well, their fear of the Lich King is growing day by day, and I can feel their fear. This power will make us stronger."

"Very good, you continue to be among them. You need to let this fear of my king be deeply imprinted in their minds and bones. When the soldiers arrive, they will flee with more people, and This world has an end, there is always one..."

　　 "I think you shouldn't be able to wait for this day!" With a blade shining with holy light, he cut a corner of the tent, through the space, and towards Sabine.

　　 A holy light hammer head, before the blade, had fallen on Sabine's head, and another hammer head also knocked Vincennes into a stun.

　　 "I don't know, you are obviously humans, why you want to take refuge in those undead who only breathe coldly, but I know that you should not continue to exist in this world!"