Traveling through World of Warcraft

Chen Yu left the beautiful Quel'Thalas and embarked on his way to Muradin's camp. Along the way, he saw many refugees from Lordaeron.

These refugees looked haggard, with despair and confusion in their eyes. They were wearing shabby clothing, and many had cuts and bruises on their bodies. They carried simple luggage and walked unsteadily, seeming to have lost hope for the future.

On both sides of the road, refugees have set up temporary shelters made of dilapidated tents and rudimentary materials. These shelters were crude and poor in protection from the cold, wind and rain. Refugees huddled together, trying to find a sense of warmth and security.

Chen Yu saw some refugees begging on the roadside. They stretched out their trembling hands and begged for alms from passers-by. There are also some refugees who are struggling to find work. They hope to exchange labor for food and survival opportunities.

The children are the most heart-wrenching. The innocent smiles on their faces were gone, replaced by hunger and fear. They followed their parents helplessly, their eyes filled with fear of the unknown.

The whole scene is filled with an atmosphere of sadness and despair. Chen Yu felt the pain and suffering of the refugees, and his heart was filled with sympathy for these innocent lives. He decided to do his part to provide help and support to these refugees.

Chen Yu came to Muradin's camp and saw Muradin and Lordaeron's militiamen guarding the refugees.

The refugees gathered together, their faces written with exhaustion and fear. Muradin stood among the refugees, his tall body and resolute face giving people a glimmer of hope. Together with Lordaeron's militia, he formed a solid line of defense to protect these innocent lives.

Muradin brandished his ax and issued firm orders. Lordaeron's militiamen, armed with shields and spears, lined up neatly, their eyes firm and resolute, ready to face any possible threat.

The refugees followed Muradin and Lordaeron's militia closely, their eyes full of desire for survival and hope for the future. The children were held tightly in the arms of their parents. Although their little faces still showed fear, there was also a sense of relief.

During the escort, Muradin and Lordaeron's militiamen maintained a high degree of vigilance. They observe their surroundings and guard against possible dangers. Their steps were firm and steady, giving the refugees a sense of security.

The refugees also tried their best to cooperate with Muradin and Lordaeron's militia. They followed instructions and maintained relative quiet and order. Occasionally a child's cry would be heard, but it would soon be calmed down by the mother's comfort.

It was a difficult journey, but Muradin and the militiamen of Lordaeron did not flinch. They use their actions to interpret responsibility and courage, and they are willing to do anything to protect those innocent lives.

In Muradin's camp, the militiamen sat together and discussed their doubts in low voices.

"We have been stationed here for more than a month. Apart from accepting refugees and escorting them north, there has been no battle with the orcs." A young militiaman said, with a trace of anxiety in his voice.

"Yes, Lord Muradin summoned so many of us, saying it was to fight against the northern orcs, but now we have been doing nothing here." Another militiaman agreed.

"I also feel a little strange. It seems that Lord Muradin knew something in advance." An older militiaman interjected, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"You mean the undead invasion?" Someone raised this possibility, causing a commotion.

"But this is too coincidental. We were summoned just at this time, and we also led the militiamen northward." Someone questioned.

"Maybe Lord Muradin has his plan, and we should trust his decision-making." A more rational militiaman said.

"But we can't just wait blindly, we need to know the truth." Another militiaman insisted.

The discussion gradually heated up, and the militiamen began to get excited. They are confused about the situation and want a clear answer.

At this moment, Muradin walked into the camp, and his appearance silenced the militiamen for an instant. Muradin stood before them, looking steadily at each of them.

"I know you have doubts in your hearts, but I hope you can believe me." Muradin's voice was calm and powerful. "We were indeed gathered to fight against the northern orcs, but on the way I received reports about the undead invasion of Lordaeron. news."

Muradin paused and continued: "I lead you north because I know that we need a stronger force to deal with the coming threat. The invasion of the undead will be a severe challenge, and we must be prepared. "

The militiamen listened quietly to Muradin's explanation, expressions of understanding and determination gradually appeared on their faces.

"We are willing to follow you, Lord Muradin." A militiaman stood up, his voice full of determination. If it weren't for Lord Muradin, many of us would have died in the hands of the undead. "No matter what kind of enemy we face. , we will all do our best.”

Others echoed, their voices becoming a powerful force.

Muradin looked at these brave militiamen with emotion in his heart.

"I believe that as long as we are united, there is no enemy that cannot be defeated. Let us fight together for the safety of our homeland!" Muradin raised the battle ax in his hand and shouted passionately.

The enthusiasm of the militiamen was aroused, and they chanted in unison, preparing for the coming battle.

Chen Yu said to Muradin solemnly: "We must take action as soon as possible and arrange for some people to escort these refugees to Stormwind City. Currently, the gates of Gilneas are closed and refuse to accept refugees. As far as I know, this is because Gilneas An extremely terrible plague has appeared in Nice, and the entire region has been shrouded in the shadow of the plague."

With a hint of worry in his tone, Chen Yu continued: "In order to ensure the safety of the refugees, we need to leave a small number of troops stationed in Nanhai Town. In this way, if any emergency occurs, we can provide timely support and protection. "

Muradin nodded, he understood Chen Yu's concerns. The plague in Gilneas is a serious problem that not only threatens the lives of local residents, but may also affect surrounding areas.

"I will immediately organize an escort team to ensure that the refugees arrive in Stormwind City safely. At the same time, I will arrange for some soldiers to stay in Southsea Town to protect the security of this area." Muradin said firmly.

Chen Yu looked at Muradin, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes. He knew that Muradin was a trustworthy leader who would do his best to protect the refugees and the land.

Following Muradin's instructions, the soldiers began to take action. They organized the refugees to embark on an orderly journey to Stormwind City. The escort team carefully traveled through mountains and wilderness, avoiding contact with the outside world as much as possible to ensure the safety of the refugees.

At the same time, a small number of troops remained in Nanhai Town. They strengthened their vigilance and established fortifications. They are always prepared to deal with possible dangers and protect the peace and tranquility of the area.