Nanhai Town.

Repard stood on the high watchtower by the seashore as usual, searching in the distance for possible enemies, and although most of the time 'they' never appeared, it was his credo for a young soldier to follow his commander's orders conscientiously.

Despite the sunshine, the sea was still shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see the waves on the surface of the sea, except for the roar of them crashing against the shore and shattering against the reef.

Today, however, Raypard suddenly seemed to hear something else.

It seemed to come from the sea, low and slow, drifting into Raypard's ears with the sea breeze, and he stared in the direction of the sea with wide eyes, trying to see through the fog to see what was coming from.

Slowly, a dark shadow tore through the thick fog like silk and rushed out up and down, Raypard felt his heart beat at an accelerated pace, and he tightened the rope in his hand, the other end of which was connected to the wall clock, and if he pulled hard, the wall clock would make a loud noise, warning the inhabitants of the whole town of the arrival of the enemy.

The darkness continued to approach, with the sound of breaking waves, and then more black shadows rushed out, and Raypard involuntarily pulled hard, and the sound of the wall clock "dangdang" spread throughout the town of Nanhai.

The shadows got closer, and Raypad, who had the best eyesight in town, finally saw the shapes of the shadows, boats, all boats. Repard secretly blamed himself for making a fuss, fearing that he would be severely criticized by the captain later. But when he found that there was a steady stream of these boats breaking out of the thick fog, he finally couldn't help but open his mouth wide and pull the rope desperately.

One ship is not terrible, ten ships are also commonplace, but now there are hundreds of them, and more ships are constantly rushing out of the thick fog, and Karl did not dare to imagine if it was an enemy

The inhabitants of Nanhai Town had been panicked by the rapid alarm bells, but fortunately, the mayor and the clerk had calmed the panicked people, and the garrison had already led the soldiers to stand guard on the seaside defensive position.

In their shocked gaze, thousands of ships approached the port of Nanhai Town. At this time, people could clearly see the flag fluttering on the ship, a flag with a golden lion's head embroidered on a blue background, not the flag of Lordaeron.

The soldiers drew their weapons and held them in their hands, and the townspeople were forced to hide in their houses.

The leading ship had already docked, and only then could it barely distinguish the passengers on board. The soldiers relaxed slightly, but became more confused and worried. The other party is human, there are men and women, judging by their height, there are children, their skin color ranges from white to brown, and their hairstyles are normal. None of these people were monsters, nor were they the aliens that the townsfolk had heard of but had never seen. Nor did they seem to have come for the war, as most of these visitors were clearly not military personnel. It can be said that they are not like invaders, but more like they have escaped from some kind of disaster. The soldiers' horror quickly turned into sympathy, what kind of catastrophe would drive the people of this country to the sea?

More ships arrived one after another, and the crews slowly landed one after another. A few people even lay on the shore and cheered, while others were busy breathing in the fresh air as they stood on their feet, as if to say, "Finally get rid of that damn sea." The fog gradually dissipated at this time, and disappeared in the morning light. The townspeople saw more clearly that this was not an army, but that a large part of it was still women and children, many of them ragged and very thin. They are just a bunch of refugees, a bunch of refugees who have suffered some kind of catastrophe. Many people were so excited that they couldn't wait to rush to the beach.

Suddenly, the refugees agitated, then quieted down again, and made way for a passage, through which a man in armor came out. He was tall, balding, with a resolute face and a bushy beard. His armor had clearly been through countless battles, and the hilt was exposed behind his shoulder, making it look like a greatsword.

"Hats off to all of you!" He came to a stop a dozen paces away from the soldiers of Nanhai Town, with a painful and heavy expression on his face, "My name is Anduin Lothar, and I am - I used to be the marshal of the Stormwind Kingdom, we are refugees, and we have just escaped from an extremely terrible battle. I beg you to give you some food and water, and if you can, a place to rest, for the sake of these children. ”

The female clerk who had just arrived stepped forward and motioned for the soldiers to disarm their guards, and then whispered to Lothar, "No matter what happens in the Kingdom of Stormwind, what you need right now is food and rest, and we will do our best to help you." ”

"Thank you, ma'am." Lothar bowed to her solemnly, "Thank you very much for your help. ”

Led by the female clerk, the townspeople enthusiastically helped the refugees to get to the church, the largest building in the town, which could accommodate many people. The women prepared kettles, porridge and stew. The refugees quickly settled in and around the church, eating food and water from the townspeople, and sharing the clothes and blankets they had delivered. If you don't care about the sadness on these people's faces, the atmosphere is really no different from a holiday.

"Do you think the king of Lordaeron will support the Sizz?" Muradin whispered to Karl on the road.

Karl pointed to his head, then to his ass, "Ass decides head, that one in Lordaeron is an old fox, he will find a way to help Jazz, and to help Jazz is to help himself." Humanity must now come together and then join forces with the dwarven elves to have any hope of fighting the orcs. ”

Muradin thought for a moment and probably understood, "The refugees here have Lordan Lun settled, and I am also going to say goodbye to the sir, the orcs will definitely not let Kazmodan go, I must go back and lead our people to resist." ”

Karl nodded, although the dwarves in the game finally held on to the Ironforge Castle, but after all, this is the real world, and Carl can't guarantee that everything can be as in the game, Muradin, as the king's own brother, is also a powerful epic warrior, and it is impossible to say that he does not go back to defend the Ironforge Castle.

Lothar had already met with the mayor of Southsea Town, Herni Mareb, who was a very young man who was shocked by the fall of Stormwind, and immediately realized the seriousness of the situation, and had promised to help resettle the refugees in Stormwind, and had quickly arranged horses and vehicles for Lothar and the others to go to Lordaeron.

When Carl and Muradin's arrival, Lothar was already ready to go, seeing Carl and Muradin, Lothar smiled reluctantly, when Carl and Muradin's farewell, Lothar's eyes flashed a trace of regret, but then in a solemn tone once again thanked Carl and Muradin's selfless help:

"Lord Karl, Lord Muradin, on behalf of Stormwind, I thank you for your help, and everyone in Stormwind will remember the heart of the earth."

"We are facing an enemy that has never been more powerful than ever, and we must unite to defeat them, and Stormwind is a loyal friend of Ironforge," Muradin said.

"Sir Lothar, don't worry, everything will get better, we will be able to win, and Stormwind will be rebuilt one day in the future." Karl was a little depressed when he saw Lothar on the side, and only in front of those close to him, the hero of the Stormwind Kingdom, who had endured the fate of the entire kingdom, would show a trace of worry and loss.

Lothar didn't speak, just nodded firmly.