From Tyrande, Loria learns the name of the river, Avaris. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The River Avaris has never been clear, and it is even more muddy during the wet season, before the forests were overrun by natural disasters, and no one would want to drink such dirty water when you think of the flood-contaminated land and plague-ridden villages upstream of it.

In the evening, when the drizzle dragged on, Loria picked up branches and stones to raise a place for Tyrande to rest on, and picked leaves to spread around her—better than nothing, but better than nothing.

Although the temperature was lower, the good news was that Tyrande finally had to drink the undead water and placed large leaves on the ground, and Loria ran to the open area to collect the rainwater, and then filled it in the drifting bottles she had picked up, and in less than two hours, she filled the bottles with rainwater.

She estimated that the bottle was about half a liter of capacity, and that it might be possible to fill it again before the rain stopped, and that a liter of water should barely allow the priestess to survive the day.

What if it doesn't rain for a few days? Loria couldn't think of anything to do, but she wasn't anxious, she knew from the future that Tyrande would never die here, she just had to help as much as she could.

Loria came to the river, put the bottle beside her, and leaned over to drink the water.

For Loria, as long as you don't think about how dirty the river water is, it's no different from clean water.

Bloody Vampire, this is the name of the disease that the vampire of Snowman tells Loria about their illness, and the irony is that the vampire who suffers from the worst disease in the world is blessed with misfortune and never bothered by other diseases again.

Loria has always been clinging to the self-perception of humanity, but her status as a vampire has not bothered her much, and like most of her compatriots, she sees herself as a 'sick human' and enjoys special powers with peace of mind.

At the very least, the spooky roadside stalls can have enough to eat, and for her, the delicious but never clean food is no longer a problem.

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As Loria had expected, after drinking the rain, Tyrande recovered after a half-day rest.

Despite the loss of the dragon's blessing, the priestess is surprisingly better - Tyrande is not only a priest, but also a powerful huntress.

"Thank you for your selfless help."

Within a day, Tyrande had thanked him several times.

"I just want to thank you, if it weren't for you, Elie Meow and I might starve to death."

'Give the grace of the banana, when the spring reciprocates' The truth Loria still understands, besides, as long as she hugs the thigh of the banana goddess, it must be a matter of course to get out of the encirclement of the undead.

Not so long ago, Loria thought she would survive until the humans went north.

"It's nice to have multiple people in company."

Elie Meow leaned against Tyrande without hesitation, constantly searching for the most comfortable position, and if the priestess got in the way of her rest, she would unhappily ask the leader of the Night Elves not to move.

Perhaps, Elie Meow is the happiest existence in the world.

When the drizzle stopped, Loria exceeded her goal, filling the bottle three times.

The sunlight filtered through the air that had become unusually fresh after the night rains, and the small woods that had not been polluted by natural disasters gave off a pleasant smell.

During the day, Loria had become lazy and unwilling to move, and she rubbed herself under the shade of the largest tree where Tyrande was, and sat down against the priestess.

She felt a great sense of relief at Tyrande's side, and for the first time since coming to the woods, Loria relaxed her tense spirit, and smiled contentedly as if she were enjoying a pleasant outing, and even the nasty sunlight became less annoying.

The taste of Sylvanas is sharp, captivating, mysterious, and dangerous...... Lying on her back in a nest of cotton and leaves, Loria couldn't help but compare the Forsaken with the leader of the Night Elves...... And Tyrande has a gentle, warm, and waveless taste.

This is probably the age gap, and Loria laughs at the thought that the unsmiling, three-dign-old Sylvanas is only a young child in front of Tyrande.

If I had the chance, I would really like to see what kind of funny scene the two of them will have when they meet.

The cold tsundere is a warm wife or something...... Thinking about it, Loria gradually fell into a soft dream, in which she leaned towards the powerful force that gave her an incomparable sense of security.

Tightly entangled by the sleeping Loria and Elie Meow, Tyrande gently touched their heads, she closed her eyes and was engrossed, watching for the movement of the undead on the other side through the sound of turbulent water.

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By the time Loria had rested, Tyrande was well.

The priestess, like Loria and Emeow, is also active at night and 'rests' during the day.

With limited resources around them, there is very little they can do.

Tyrande sat under the tree all night long, slowly cutting the branches with Loria's dagger, and making them into shafts or spears according to their shape.

Loria, on the other hand, tied Elie Meow to a rope and continued her fishing with no catch—Tyrande's banana reserves were still abundant, and Elie Meow herself had strongly requested to go into the water, and she wanted to catch another Night Elf when she tasted the sweetness.

Loria leaned against the big tree near the water, dazzled by the rushing water, and soon tilted her head and took a nap.

She dreamed of a man whose face she could not see, who claimed to be Alonsus Fao, who fastened the crown of clerical power to Loria's head, and the next moment she sat high in the magnificent cathedral with an ornate scepter in her hand.

Amid the solemn music, the paladins reloaded and chanted the name of the new archbishop, Loria Hillsbrad Mograine.

Hey...... Hey...... Miss Loria, leaning on the trunk of a tree, tilted her head and giggled in her sleep.

The rope tied to the tree suddenly tightened and bounced into Miss Loria's face, waking her up from her daydream.

The rope jumped until it could no longer be straight, and the other end went upstream, and even the trunk of the tree squeaked, and Loria quickly wiped her saliva and jumped up from the ground.

In the magical Silver Pine Forest, even if a Gianna is washed down this time, Loria will not be surprised at all.

Loria tried to pull the rope, but she couldn't, and just when she thought the rope was about to break, the force from the other end suddenly disappeared.

With the help of Tyrande, who had heard the noise, Loria dragged the contents of the water ashore - a strange fish of a surprisingly large size, with a huge cut in its belly, revealing half a sharp iron hook.

Elie Meow emerged from the belly of the fish, a little disappointed, and as she searched for the Night Elves, the uninformed idiot swallowed her in one gulp.

Fearing that the smell of blood would attract the attention of the undead, Tyrande quickly dragged the fish into the woods to dispose of it, while Loria untied Alice and washed her back and forth in the river.

As Loria prepares to deal with the blood on the ground, she finds that Alice's arm has been scratched, and she frowns and reaches out to take a closer look at Alice's wound.

Just as she was about to touch Alice, a faint light flashed through the latter's wound.