A new chapter has begun, book friends, smash all your recommendation votes to me. YaNkuai

The fifth update, the outbreak is complete.

The sea breeze on the Exiled Coast was cool in the morning, and the soldiers of the tribe built a new port here to serve as a new gateway to Durotar.

Early in the morning, Fu Hang and Shiryl rushed here, ready to board the fleet of little Sarufar, and heard that this time, little Sarufar was going to the Eastern Kingdom to purchase a batch of new goods and materials to build the new main city of the tribe.

Take this opportunity to take a ride and return to the Eastern Kingdom.

On this day, Fuhang was carrying a big package, and nine-tenths of the things in it belonged to Shirley. This time, Shiryl was able to follow Fuhang, which surprised Fuhang, and Fuhang didn't expect that Shirhel's father Sharon would be able to approve Shirrill to follow Fuhang to the Eastern Kingdom.

"Gone, what are you still nostalgic for?" Shiryl took the hand of the sail and stepped onto the pedal connecting to the ship.

Fuhang looked nostalgically in the direction of Mount Hyjal, and the reluctance between her eyebrows made Shirryl quickly understand Fuhang's thoughts.

"You know, hehe." Fuhang smirked.

Shiryl playfully tapped Fuhang's forehead and said, "Let's go, it's not like I can't see your queen again." Didn't you say goodbye yesterday, your queen looked at you and wept, I have never seen a ranger general cry for you. ”

The sail boarded the little Sarufar's fleet with heavy footsteps, and the sails were hoisted the moment they stepped onto deck. Fu Hang suddenly turned around and shouted towards the gradually distant continent of Kalimdor: "Your Excellency wait for me, I will definitely come back to fetch you back, goodbye, Kalimdor, goodbye, friends of the tribe." ”

From the exiled coast to the eastern kingdom, it will take more than ten days. In the past ten days, drifting on the sea, it was very boring and boring, but Shirlill has been accompanying Fuhang, and time passed quickly.

Little Sarufarer took the Fuhang to the shores of the North Stream, and then continued to the port of Minahir.

Shun lì landed on the shore of the sailing, and came to the long-lost Eastern Kingdom. Thankfully, the Silver Pines Forest has not been encroached upon by the Scourge Legion, and the scenery is still beautiful and the air is still fresh.

The vast jungle and vegetation are mixed with the fresh air emanating from Lake Lordamere, and Sherrill is enchanted by the beauty.

"Fuhang, didn't you say that the Eastern Kingdom was eroded by the Scourge, I think this place is quite beautiful, no worse than the Felwood Forest." Shiryl's disgusted Fuhang, indeed, the scene here is somewhat different from the scene narrated by Fuhang.

"This is the outer edge of the Silver Pine Forest, it has not been corrupted by the Scourge Legion, and if you go further, enter the interior of the Lordaren Kingdom, you will know the danger of this continent." Fu Hang shuddered as he recalled the undead of Tirisfa, and the maggots of the Eastern Plague.

Today, the Beiliu coast is very lively, there are many ships, and the flow of freight and passengers is very busy.

Fuhang is also very strange, the situation in the Lordaeron Kingdom is not optimistic, why, there will be more ships on the North Stream Coast. With this question, Fuhang found a shipwn and asked about the situation here: "Uncle, where are you transporting goods?" ”

The enthusiastic bearded uncle patiently said to Fuhang, "This is a new seed from Stormwind City, and we are ready to re-establish our home here. The previous grain seeds here were infected with the plague virus and could not be used. ”

"So, uncle, you were also a refugee from Lordaeron before?"

"Haha, sort of, it feels good to be back in the garden." Uncle was a little excited.

Looking at the uncle's happy face, Fuhang fell into deep thought. What's going on, Lordaeron's Scourge Legion?

"What about the Scourge Legion?"

"Young man, you're an outsider, most of the Scourge Legions were evacuated from here a few days ago, leaving only a few Demon Kings behind, but with the help of Generalissimo Garissus, we can rebuild our homes in the Silver Pines Forest and part of the Tirisfa camp."

It turned out that Alsace had already gone to Northrend. However, in Fuhang's memory, there are still some undead in the Scourge Legion who are still in Lordaeron.

Since, with the help of Garissus, it is not a bad thing to rebuild the homeland.

"Well, I know it, uncle, you can get busy first." Fu Hang thanked Uncle Bearded and returned to Shiryl's side.

"How's it going, Fuhang, have you made it clear?" Shiryl asked.

"Well, some of the refugees from Lordaeron have returned to Lordaeron, which should be a good thing, but I always feel that things are a little strange." Fuhang always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

"Okay, let's find a place to rest, after so many days of wandering, you're not tired, I'm tired." Shirryl said coquettishly.

"Well, okay, let's find a tavern around here, a place to rest."

Soon, Fuhang found a tavern near the shores of the North Stream. If it had been a few days ago, there would have been no tavern to be found here, but since some of the refugees returned to Lordaeron, the north-flowing coast has come alive.

The daily passing of ships and logistics has also rebuilt the Beiliu Coast into a small town. The town is home to a bazaar, a tavern, a chapel of the Light, and a garrison of Garethus' squad. However, the reputation of these garrisons here is not very good, although their combat discipline is among the best, but their personal qualities are ridiculously poor.

Among the residents of the town, they are criticized by many residents and business travelers, but they are the management body here, and everyone has a hard time.

As soon as Fu Hang sat in the tavern, he saw the performance of these ruffians.

As soon as Shiryl and Fuhang sat down, the three soldiers swaggered in from the street.

shouted: "Boss, serve the best wine, by the way, two catties of beef." ”

The waiter crept to the table of the three soldiers, and said tremblingly, "Sergeant Hibbert, have you forgotten that yesterday's wine and meat money has not been paid off, do you want to settle the account today?" ”

A soldier was furious, slammed his sword on the table, his eyes widened like copper bells, and said viciously: "Uncles are fighting against natural disasters on the front line, working desperately, and you have to pay for a little wine and meat?" Believe it or not, I'm smashing your shop!"

The waiter didn't dare to provoke these uncles, so he bowed down and retreated, serving wine and meat to these soldiers.