The next day, Silvermoon finally opened the magical barrier on the border of Quel'Thalas, and the Silver Hand and the Church led the refugees into Quel'Thalas. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Benny followed Bishop Fran, and Keller's paladin squad and Redpass's militia were incorporated into the "convoy", and he was summoned by Bishop Fran.

"How?" His Excellency Fran was still smiling.

"It's beautiful." Benny looked around, there were no tall trees, and the golden sunlight shining on the grass looked very beautiful.

"I'm not talking about the view, I'm talking about you."

"Me?" Benny wondered.

"Don't you feel sorry? Didn't become a person who was in the limelight. ”

"That's enough, Your Excellency."

Benny simply doesn't want to be so high-profile until he has enough strength to fight a natural disaster.

"You don't look like you're 17."

"Your Excellency, you don't look like you're 80 years old."

Fran's smile deepened: "Have you ever thought about joining the Brotherhood of Light?" ”

Benny shook his head: "I haven't thought about it, I just want to study the doctrine and feel the Light." "He didn't want to join any organization at all.

"Then wait until you're older."

Benny nodded, unimpressed, no matter how old he was at most, Lordaeron would cease to exist. The dissipation of various organizations, the deterioration of degeneration, and now joining those organizations is only a disadvantage, not to mention that he has already had his own plan.

"We're here."

Benny looked up, his gaze past the crowd. "This is it?" There are no villages or towns here at all.

Farran sighed, "This is it, we are only allowed to camp here until they confirm that we are not infected with the plague. ”

Benny frowned, "How long will it take?" ”

"They need to start by understanding the plague, and with so many people, it will take about 2-3 months."

Benny's face was ugly, and in 2-3 months, Lordaeron was gone, and the army of the undead might have begun to march on Quel'Thalas. His plans seem to be changing.

"Two or three months, that's too long."

"There's no way around it, there's nothing wrong with what the elves do, and if it were us, it would be the same."

"Your Excellency, the messenger of Silvermoon City has arrived."

Benny and Farran turned their heads, and a silver-haired male elf was approaching.

"Hello, Bishop Fran, I'm the emissary of the Council of Silvermoon City, Farra Kuran."

Flange nodded: "Hello." Mr. Curran. Thank you Quel'Salas for your help. ”

"We're all part of the league and that's what we're supposed to do."

"So, I'm not polite, when can I start the screening of the plague?"

The elf was stunned, he didn't expect Flange to be so direct.

"The Council is already stopping the mages from coming, but as you know, they may ---- ---- a little slower."

Of course, Fran knew, and they thought there was a plague here, so they didn't dare to come.

"General Sylvanas's scouts can't prove that the people here are not infected with the plague, that kind of plague will not be lurking for such a long time!"

"I can't call the shots, Your Excellency. And Sylvanas is exactly the one in charge of this. ”

"Alright then, I need a mage who can communicate remotely with Dalaran, and I don't think that is too much to ask."

"Of course, Your Excellency. I'm the mage you need. And before coming here, the council had already made contact with Lordaeron. ”

Kuran directly took out a purple crystal about 30 centimeters long. The crystal is set in a round metal base.

"This is the Liaison Crystal, do you need to contact Lordaeron now?"

Flange nodded, the sooner the better, of course.

Kuran closed his eyes and put the crystal on the ground, and the crystal slowly emitted a faint blue light as he muttered words in his mouth. After 5 seconds, the metal base emits a circle of blue light, and an image appears above the crystal.

"I'm Terenus, there's news of the refugees in Stratholme?"

"Please stand here, Your Excellency." Curran gestured to the front of a small crystal on the pedestal. "Please try to be as fast as possible, communication will only last 10 minutes."

"It's me, Your Majesty."

"Bishop Fran, how is it that I have finally contacted you?" Terenus looked tired, and judging by the image, he was still in the bedroom.

"Your Majesty, I'll make a long story short, His Highness Arthas ordered the slaughter of the city, Stratholme has been destroyed, half of the people are dead, and the rest are here."

"How could he order the slaughter of the city?!" Terenus looked shocked, Arthas ordered the slaughter of the city?

"His Highness Arthas thinks that Stratholme has been infected by the plague, so -----"

"Where's Uther?!"

"After we arrived at the border of Quel'Salas from Stratholme, Uther led a group of paladins back to Stratholme. I think Uther will go straight back to the royal city after that. ”

"What about Arthas?"

"I don't know, Your Majesty. It is said that His Royal Highness the Prince is going to Northrend to hunt down one ---- one demon lord. ”

"Demon Lord?! Damn, he'll take all the fleet! Why didn't Uther stop him! ”

Fran sighed, "Your Majesty, His Highness Arthas stripped Uther of his title and dissolved the Silver Hand. ”

"What the hell is he going to do?!" Terenus simply can't accept it, dissolve the Silver Hand? Doesn't he know what Lordaeron is like now, the plague, the orcs. They were already a little stretched.

"I don't know, Your Majesty. Perhaps we should wait for His Royal Highness the Prince's return from Northrend. ”

"A demon lord, it's a question of whether he can return or not, I shouldn't let him investigate the plague!"

"Your Majesty, we can only do this now, and the key now is what to do with the refugees here."

Terenus rubbed his eyebrows: "You can only wait where you are now, the fleet has been taken away by Arthas, the Silver Moon Council cannot provide so many ships, they can only transport the refugees in batches, during which they will provide the necessary food and water." ”

"I see, Your Majesty. Is there anything else you have to say, we're running out of time. ”

"Please, Bishop Fran." Terenus looked tired, and in a few minutes he was ten years old.

"Your Majesty, please take a break, Lordaeron is the time when you need you."

Terenus nodded, interrupting the communication.

Fran loosened his brow and looked at Kuran, the emissary of the Silvermoon Council, "Mr. Curran, will His Excellency General Sylvanas be able to arrive?" ”

"Lord Sylvanas is collecting food, and she'll be here by tonight."

"Please tell the Silvermoon Council and thank QuelSalas for what they have done, but please think about it carefully, if they know about this plague, they should understand that this is no longer a problem for Lordaeron."

"I will convey that, Your Excellency. If nothing happens, I'll take my leave. ”

Fran nodded, gave a chest, and Curran returned the salute and turned to leave.