The land was enveloped in a silvery glow by the bright moonlight, which was brighter than the night in Lordaeron, but the silence of the western wilderness at night was somewhat oppressive, and the occasional roar of the beast deepened the oppression. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Since the arrival of some mysterious forces, the members of the Brotherhood of Defia in the wild have suddenly disappeared without a trace, and it is rumored that the king of Stormwind has sent a secret force to wipe out the outlying forces of the Brotherhood of Defia in preparation for the army to enter the Wild West.

I don't know where this rumor came from, but it seems that every refugee knows it, and although they are glad that the king of Stormwind can still remember this land, they are more interested in another news----- Sentinel Ridge has come with a lot of paladins, they are Lordaeron, their king has sent them here to help the people of their brotherly country out of misery, they are recruiting a large number of outcasts to go to Lordaeron, where it is said that there is new, fertile land, and enough jobs to support themselves.

They weren't sure if the news from Sentinel Ridge was true or not, but many of the refugees claimed that they had seen 'benevolent' paladins and strange-looking paladins who weren't human at first glance.

It is said that some of the refugees from Sentinel Ridge are also working for the paladins----- receiving food from the paladins and distributing them to the nearest refugee sites, and then helping them recruit more refugees.

It didn't matter if the news was true or not, they just wanted to know if there was really food waiting for them.

The refugees began to pour towards Sentinel Ridge, and the disappearance of the Brotherhood of Defia created the conditions for this, and they made it all the way to Sentinel Ridge without any hindrance, and even the gnolls who used to hover near the main road were nowhere to be seen.

"Your Excellency the Prophet." Redpass was holding a thick stack of lists, as if he was doing something to report.

"Finished counting?" The Prophet sat on the wooden chair that the refugees had made for him, his eyes slightly closed, his body sitting straight.

"Yes, Your Excellency the Prophet." Redpass placed the list on the Prophet's table, bowed, and said. "By the time we had just started, we had recruited 24,000 refugees, 20,000 of whom were farmers and the other 4,000 were in other jobs----- and the lists detailed the jobs that each of them was capable of."

"Basically, they're all in the prime of life?" The Prophet looked through the list and found a problem. "Isn't that going to be a problem for the Wild West?" Extracting a large number of prime years will make the future Western Wilderness lack the necessary labor force, and will make the future population development of the Western Wilderness fall into a state of imbalance. Although the machinery they provide can compensate for some of the labor problems, once the population development is out of balance, it takes a long time to adjust, and the Draenei have faced this problem in the past, the perennial war has caused the death of the youth and the large number of people in the tribe, and since the war between Draenor and the orc, the Draenei have not yet returned to normal population development.

"Your Excellency, there are no old or weak people here, and there are very few women." Redpass sighed. "Under the extreme famine, it is impossible for the elderly and women to survive." He didn't want to tell the prophet how many dark things were going on in such a calamity, some of which were against human nature.

"Then follow the list and prepare to send them to Stratholme." The Prophet put down the list. "How's the situation in Mooncreek Town?"

"The 'clean-up' operation is going well, and there are basically no traces of the activities of the 'Brotherhood of Defia' outside the Death Mine." Redpass returned.

"Is that guy named Edwin still obsessed?" The Prophet asked with a calm expression.

"Yes, he relies on a few mercenaries and pirates, as well as some gnolls, and is ready to defend the mines of death." The Intelligence Department has not only dealt with most of the Brotherhood of Defia in the Wild West during the recent 'cleanup' operation, but they have also 'rebelled' against quite a few of the middle and high-level personnel within Defia, some of whom are just trying to eat, and not all of them have fallen into madness like Edwin.

"What about the People's Army here?" The Prophet seems to have seen them very little in the last week, and although he himself was always meditating in his room, according to the refugees, many of the KPA had left Sentinel Ridge.

"They're already stationed in Mooncreek Town." Redpass said. "They want to solve the Brotherhood of Defia once and for all on their own, and the '13' of the Ministry of Intelligence is assisting them."

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All kinds of broken pictures flashed rapidly in his mind, and he was a little dizzy from the impact of these pictures for a while, but the strong mental power made him recover quickly, concentrate, and grasp the bits and pieces of those rapidly flashing pictures, and a complete picture began to appear.

The red and black mist, the forest was polluted, the red thorns replaced the intoxicating green, and a huge dead gray head slammed into a thorn and stretched out, it was a dragon, a young dragon without horns, but a young dragon was also huge for the druids standing in front of him.

Those druids were using the green energy in their hands to purify the surrounding thorns, and the effect was limited, but the thorns were indeed fading.

Apparently taken aback, the presence of the young dragon led them back behind them with a loud shout, and the young dragon took a deep breath and spewed out its own breath into the druid.

The gray drake's breath is a sand-like thing the color of mist, and the druid is engulfed in the breath, and the picture changes.

Here are several peaks that rise above the plains, the tops of which have been leveled, where some creatures live, he recognizes, this is the Thunder Cliff of Mogaolei, the habitat of the Minotaurs.

The Minotaurs had fought alongside their people in the Battle of the Ancients, and he himself had fought in that battle, and he was impressed by the Minotaurs.

His vision was like soaring in the sky as usual, looking down on the entire Thunder Bluff, and the minotaurs were going through some kind of battle, one ----- another battle with their kind.

A large number of minotaurs were crammed into one of the peaks, fighting the other minotaurs on the suspension bridge that connected the peaks, and they looked normal, with no signs of energy erosion.

He wanted to get closer, and the picture felt his thoughts, and his vision was filled with the battle in the next moment.

The fighting minotaurs were divided into two distinct groups, one group of men fighting under the leadership of a minotaur holding a giant totem, and the other wave of minotaurs was very strange, their eyes were misty, as if they were in a sleep, they shouted the names of the enemy, and he even heard the minotaurs shout the names of some demons----- those that had appeared in the ancient war. (To be continued.) )