"Are you ready?" asked Benny, shrouded in a gray cloak, looking at Anduin, who was also shrouded in a cloak. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Anduin looked at the gates of Stormstorm Fortress and took a deep breath.

"Ready. ”

"Don't be nervous, we're just going to church. Benny smiled.

"Hmm. Anduin nodded, the tension in his heart did not diminish in the slightest, it was the first time he had 'sneaked away' from his father.

"I took a leave of absence from your father. Benny winked at Anduin and walked out the door.

"But what about the guards?" Anduin didn't believe his father would allow him to get out of Stormwind Fortress, and he wasn't ignorant of the situation in Stormwind City.

Benny stretched out a hand and flipped it, and a royal insignia jumped twice in his hand.

"Did you steal it?" Anduin trotted two steps after his mentor, his voice quietly excited with excitement.

"Maybe next time I can ask Lady Windranger to show you a little bit of it. Benny said with a smile. But believers in the Light are not allowed to steal. ”

"I'm sorry, Mentor Smith. Anduin pursed his lips and looked apologetic.

"Don't speak. Benny took two quick steps with the sigil, and Anduin looked up to see that they were already at the gate.

"Common name!" the guards crossed their swords together, blocking the exit of the gate.

"Benedict Smith. Benny took off his hood.

"Rude, Your Excellency!" the two guards withdrew their swords and bowed nervously.

"Nothing. Benny smiled and handed over the royal insignia in his hand, and the guard hurriedly glanced at it and handed it back.

"Confirmed, Your Excellency!"

Benny nodded, and Anduin, rubbing his hands nervously, stepped out of the door.

"How does it feel?" The view outside the gate suddenly widened and brightened, and Benny looked up at the sun that had just climbed out of the hill, and the spire of the Basilica of the Holy Light that was shrouded in sunlight.

"Good. Anduin breathed in the fresher air than inside the fortress and smiled unnaturally at his mentor.

"Do you know the road?" Benny asked suddenly.

"I rarely come out, mentor. Anduin hesitated. "Don't you know the way?"

"We can ask as we go, at least we know which district the church is in. Benny smiled and led Anduin down the wide stone avenue.

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Wild West, Sentinel Ridge.

Grian called his lieutenant and ordered, "Have the convoy unload the things into the warehouse and tell Harvin to come over." ”

The adjutant nodded, and ran towards the tallest watchtower at Sentinel Ridge.

"Sentinel Ridge, as its name suggests, was originally just a sentry post, and after the fall of Moonstream, it became our last place of survival. Grian explained as he looked at the tall prophet.

"How many of you are there?" the Prophet asked.

"All civilians and soldiers combined, less than 4,000 people. Grian sighed. "Most people don't want to come here and 'wait to die'. "Sentinel Ridge is a place where there are no walls, and many people would rather live in the wilderness than come here because they think it is more vulnerable to the Brotherhood of Defia, which is indeed the case.

"Your life is hard. "Most of the people who came out of the house and looked at them curiously were poorly clothed and looked malnourished.

"We have carved out some fields around, but the harvest is very small. "The Western Wilderness is a large plain, the original flourishing plants not only absorb the nutrients of the land, but also protect the land from being sandified by the perennial sea breeze, until there is a sudden drought here, the production of the fields is greatly reduced, the famine begins to spread, livestock and even people can only use the plants in the wilderness as food, all kinds of plants in the wilderness are swept away like locusts transiting, and the land that lacks protection begins to gradually desertify.

"I brought some food. The Prophet nodded backwards, and the paladin, who had been following the Prophet, waved his hand, and all the paladins unloaded their bags of space from their waists and piled them up in the open space in front of Veren and Grian.

"This is -----" How much grain can be held in such a small bag?

The Prophet bent down and picked up a backpack and handed it to Grian, who opened it and took a slight breath.

"Dimensional parcel?" Grian had served in Lordaeron for many years, and had more than one contact with Quel'Thalas, so of course he knew about it. "These?"

"Both. The Prophet nodded. "They should be enough for you to survive this year's winter. ”

"That's enough!" Grian nodded excitedly, with this, he didn't need to exchange the silver mines he had 'robbed' for food, those silver mines could be used to arm the People's Army!

"I needed a place to set up a makeshift hospital. The Prophet continued. "Be ventilated and have a clean source of water. ”

"No problem!" Grian gritted his teeth, there were two wells in Sentinel Ridge, which were the only clean sources of drinking water, one of which was close to dryness, and the other had to be given to the 'reinforcements'.

"Can we begin now?" the Prophet asked. "I want to help the people here end their suffering as soon as possible. ”

"Of course. Grian bowed and called out to one of the soldiers, who nodded and ran eastward.

"Please follow me. ”

A team of nearly 200 people is not right to say more, but it is not too much to say less, especially for civilians. The civilians gathered around looked at those 'knight lords' curiously, not sure if they were here to help them, for them, only those 'knight lords' wore such 'bright' armor, as for the strange appearance of the old man, the western wilderness has never lacked strange inhuman races.

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"Hello, may the Holy Light bless you. ”

The old man looked up at the 'priest' in the gray robes, which only a priest would greet him.

"Hello. The old man stood up with a slight tremble, and the priest stepped forward to hold it.

"Just sit down. The priest smiled and helped the old man to sit down. "I just wanted to ask you which way the Cathedral of Light should go. ”

"Aren't you a pastor here?" said the old man, sitting back on his wooden box, looking at him strangely.

"I'm from Lordaeron. ”

"Oh, Lordaeron. The old man nodded, a look of remembrance suddenly appeared on his face. "Is it okay there?"

"It's good that both orcs and undead have been driven out of that land. The pastor returned to the Word.

"Are the undead, ghosts?" the old man looked strangely at the priest.

"Pretty much. The pastor smiled.

The old man nodded, pointing to the east side of the fork.

"From the west through the old town, or along the river all the way to the church. With that, the old man closed his eyes and fell into his own memories. (To be continued.) )