"It's not just you in the town hall, Arteia, but the wounded...... If I stay there, Paul and Robin will get in and out of the wounded and get in and out of the way; Plus Rubles might also scare those wounded, so ...... I'd better look somewhere else. ”

Malone explained.

"But, but ......"

Althea knew that Marlon had a point, but she still wanted Marlon to live in her "home" - so that she wouldn't have to keep vigil with Marlon and could chat every night!

"Don't worry, Althea, there are so many empty houses here, haha!"

Malone smiled comfortingly at Althea, and then patted Rubos on the top of the head, causing the latter to bounce again.

Although finding a place to live is an important thing for Malone, he has more important things to do before that.

After a long and late lunch, Marlon led the soldiers of the Westspring garrison to the warehouse behind the town hall of Nighttown, accompanied by Althea and a group of young men led by the bearded Richard.

"Sir Lothar, look here!"

The bearded Richard beckoned Malone to come to the warehouse and pointed to the lock on the door to show him.

"This lock...... Haven't been destroyed? ”

Malone reached for the lock on the door, and his eyes lit up.

"That's right! We've just found out about it, and we don't know why, but it also means ......"

The bearded man was also very excited when he looked at it, and he took Ma Long's words and said.

"It must be because those orcs were busy marching towards Stormwind City, so they didn't have time to clean up the battlefield, and they didn't enter the warehouse here! We are so lucky! ”

Paul hurriedly spoke, then glanced at Robin, walked to the door of the storeroom, and drew his two-handed sword from his waist.

Marlon and the bearded Richard took a few steps back, watching Paul and Robin slam the sturdy lock on the warehouse door, both with anticipation.

The refugee ranks have almost run out of supplies, mainly food, without land, without livestock, they have no way to replenish food and meat.

Clothing, food, shelter and transportation, clothes can be found from the clothes left behind by the residents of Night Town, and the same is true for dwelling; "Walking" is completely dependent on walking, and only this "food" is completely impossible to appear out of thin air.

Before coming to Nighttown, Malone never imagined that the warehouse here would be intact, but now......

Obviously, as long as the materials in the warehouse here are not corrupted/tainted by the original mayor and garrison, it will definitely be enough for the entire refugee team to support for a long time.

After all, the number of inhabitants in Nightlight Town was more than ten times the number of refugees.

With a "bang", the copper lock was finally broken, and Paul and Robin pushed open the door of the warehouse with excitement.

"Torches."

The bearded Richard commanded, and soon several young men lit the torches prepared in advance, wrapped in discarded clothes and sticks, and walked into the warehouse in Nighttown.

"The Light ...... above"

When the light of the torches illuminated the supplies at the entrance to the warehouse, the bearded Richard couldn't help but let out a low sigh.

Words could not express the excitement in the middle-aged man's heart, and he quickly took two steps ahead of him, then fell to his knees in front of a pile of sacks.

Stacks of sacks bulging/rising/rising, stacked almost as tall as a man, were densely arranged in several rows - instinctively told Sù the bearded Richard that there would be no gravel in it, and it must be the food that the refugee team needed most at the moment.

To determine this, the bearded Richard pulled a knife from his waist and gently sliced open the corner of a sack.

Soon, the grain in the sack leaked out, and a small handful gathered on the palm of the bearded Richard.

"It's wheat."

The bearded Richard stood up and showed his contents to the others who had entered the warehouse; The burly man carefully held the handful of wheat with an excited look on his face.

The refugees smiled with relief – as the bearded Richard had said before, they hadn't eaten scones and bread for an unknown amount of time.

Although the wheat looks a little shriveled, as long as you peel off the husk and put it on the mill a few times, it will turn into pale yellow flour, and when the time comes......

At the thought of this, these young men couldn't help but secrete saliva in their mouths - although they had just finished their lunch, and although they had just praised Vera's skill in making porridge, they ...... How can porridge and consommé compare to fragrant bread?

"You two, take this bag of grain and go to Vera and them; There should be millstones in the town, so you can help them grind the wheat into flour, and tonight everyone will have fragrant bread!" ”

The bearded Richard called the two young men and commanded.

"Yes, Uncle Richard!"

The two young men were also excited, and they were about to leave with the sack of wheat in their hands.

"Be careful, you two daredevils! If the wheat is spilled, you will pick it up for me, and you will not eat a grain of it. ”

The bearded man watched the two young men run fast, and hurriedly shouted to them.

Marlon was not idle, he took a torch from a young man, and led Paul and the others deeper into the warehouse.

The food was already there, and Malone wanted to see what else was in the warehouse that the refugee team could use.

"Chief Lothar, look at this!"

Paul held a torch and shouted excitedly.

Ma Long hurriedly leaned over, took a closer look, and couldn't help but be happy.

Under the faint light of the torches, Marlon could vaguely see that in front of him and Paul, there were layers of plate armor and chain mail of Stormwind City.

"What about weapons? Do you have a weapon? ”

Marlon froze, then looked around, and asked as he looked.

"Yes, here!"

Robin shouted, drawing the attention of Malone and Paul.

The soldier of the Xiquan garrison was holding a spear in his hand, waving it at Malone and Paul not far away, and beside him, in addition to the bundles of spears tied together, there were also some one-handed swords and shields, and even a few two-handed broadswords.

Malone grinned and laughed happily - with these weapons, they would not have to worry about how to arm the militia of the refugee contingent when they had finished training.

"Uncle Richard!"

Thinking of this, Malone couldn't help but shout loudly at the refugees who were counting the amount of food at the entrance of the warehouse.

"Tell someone to bring more torches! We're going on a treasure hunt! “

Vaguely seeing the bearded Richard looking this way, Malone waved at him and shouted loudly.

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