"Malone, wake up!"

I don't know how long it took, but Malone was woken up in his sleep by a crisp voice.

When I opened my eyes, the blue-white moonlight had disappeared without a trace, replaced by the bright but not dazzling sunlight of the early morning.

Althea? Eberlock, the daughter of the leader of the refugee camp, was crouching beside Malone, smiling at him.

"Hurry up, Marlon! Everyone is waiting for you to eat! ”

Seeing Marlon open his eyes, Althea was still crouching beside him, urging him eagerly.

"Okay."

Malone shook his head to sober himself up, and then slowly stood up.

"Here you go!"

Althea also stood up like Marlon, and then handed Marlon a handkerchief that had been wet.

"Thank you."

Marlon took the wet handkerchief from Althea's hand, and gently wiped his face, which looked a little dusty from the night in the wilderness.

Wiping his face, Malone subconsciously wanted to put away the handkerchief, but was stopped by Altheea.

"Give it back! This is my handkerchief! ”

Althea noticed Marlon's movements and quickly reached out to retrieve her handkerchief from Marlon.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought it was for me...... Well? You wipe my face with your handkerchief? ”

Ma Long hurriedly apologized, but as he spoke, he sensed that something was wrong, and couldn't help but change his words and asked suspiciously.

"Yikes!"

Althea's hand holding the handkerchief stiffened in the air, and then her face turned red.

"What's not to do? Now it's ...... It's an extraordinary time. To conserve resources, many people in the camp share a towel! ”

He clenched the handkerchief in his hand. Althea said incoherently.

"Really? How come I haven't heard of ......"

Malone muttered to himself suspiciously.

"Quick...... Let's go! We're going to be too late! ”

Althea didn't want to dwell on this issue any longer, she urged Marlon repeatedly, and then ran towards the middle of the camp herself.

"Althea, what's going on today...... It's weird......"

Malone shook his head and followed.

It's been a few days together, and the refugees in the camp, though they may not have known each other before the war, are now. They are used to being dependent on each other.

I don't know when a few cauldrons were set up in the camp, and the boiling soup in the pot exuded a faint milky fragrance.

At times like these. Naturally, you can't expect to eat anything good; Boiling in a cauldron was a mixture of dried cheese, a little bacon, and a little bit of rice, making half porridge and half soup.

The refugees lined up in front of the cauldron. Old people, women and children stood at the front of the line. Soldiers and other men lined up in the back.

A few sturdy women stood behind the cauldron, filling the vessels in their hands for each refugee; These containers, some of which were wooden bowls, some of which were iron plates, were more arduous, and perhaps even made from the soles of cleaned leather boots.

"Thank you, Light!"

An old man over half a hundred years old, hunched up, when a woman filled the wooden bowl in his hand with porridge. He said loudly.

"Alright, next! Even if you are thankful for the Light. I'm not going to give you any more! ”

The woman said loudly, then beckoned to the next refugee.

There was a burst of laughter in the group, and the old man left the group in some embarrassment; Despite the aftermath of the catastrophe, contentment has allowed these survivors to not lose their confidence and joy in life.

"Sir Lothar, you're here."

Error? Eberlock stood at the end of the line, greeting Malone from afar; As the young man got closer, he handed Malone a large wooden shot glass.

"Good morning, Daddy Elo, how did you rest last night?"

Marlon took his cutlery and asked with a smile.

"Thank you for the Light, it couldn't be better."

Error? Eberlock also laughed and replied, and after determining the future direction of the team, he also seemed much more relaxed.

While talking to Erro and Richard, Malone followed the team forward in an orderly manner; What puzzled him a little was that despite following him, Althea kept her head down and refused to speak.

After receiving his share of food, Marlon followed Ello and Richard to a tent in the camp.

Most of the tents were used as rest rooms for the wounded and the elderly, women and children, and this scarce thing was only reluctantly accepted by everyone at the insistence of everyone.

Arriving in the tent, everyone sat down separately and began to eat while talking about the future of the refugee team.

"I think there must be many teams like ours in this land...... Some may be smaller than us, and some may be much larger than us...... Is there any way to bring these refugees together? In that case, whether it's self-protection or whatever, it's much more secure. ”

Malone presented his thoughts from last night to the crowd.

"It's a little difficult...... Even with teams like us, we're too spread out, and we don't have time to connect with each other. ”

Richard snorted and drank his share of porridge as he explained to Malone.

"I'm more interested than what we can do...... How much strength does Stormwind have left to contribute to the war against the orcs? ”

Error? Eberlock put down the wooden bowl in his hand, wiped his mouth gently, and asked worriedly.

The world of Azeroth is different from Earth, the political structure of Stormwind City is relatively loose, and when the capital of the country falls and everyone is displaced, whether they can find a backbone that can gather everyone's beliefs is the key task that the refugee team needs to complete now.

"My uncle...... Field Marshal Lothar, who should have left Stormwind Harbor by now, was heading for Lordaeron in the north with the navy's fleet. Prince Varian and most of the survivors of Stormwind followed him...... IMHO, I'm afraid there isn't much left in this land that can help us. ”

Marlon, who knew something about the world of Azeroth, told everyone a surprise news in a regretful tone.

"Going north? Lordaeron? That faraway country? Sir Lothar, this news...... Is it true? ”

Error? Eberlock asked, surprised.

For Malone, Airro? Eberlock trusts him unreservedly, but the news that came out of Malone's mouth is too shocking, and more importantly, Eero can't figure out where Marrow got the news from. (To be continued.) )