It was the dawn of the day, and the morning mist covered the land as usual. The sleepy Nanhai Town has stretched its waist and started a new day's activities. Although the thick fog on the sea prevented the sun's rays from reaching the ground, the seven bells ringing in the town hall had clearly told the townspeople that it was early morning

The waves crashed against the reef as always, and the people who lived here had long been accustomed to this sound, but today, they suddenly heard something else.

Those voices were low and slow, drifting with the wind, one by two, more people looked at the sea suspiciously, this kind of sound they had never heard before, was it a big wave? Or the murmur of a merchant's convoy struggling through the dirt? The people listened intently, and finally determined that the sound was coming from the ocean in front of them, and the crowd that had just stepped out of the house began to gather on the beach

Slowly, one dark shadow after another gradually emerged from the mist. There was a commotion in the crowd, and the militia captain of Southsea Town, Marcus . Redpass pushed away the civilians in his way and walked to the beach. At this time, hundreds of ships had already appeared on the sea level, and there were so many ships that there was no edge in sight. Nanhai Town is just a few fishing boats

Nanhai Town is just an ordinary fishing village, and there are only more than a dozen small boats used for fishing in total, and no more than ten boats have passed by in recent years. Now there are hundreds of them all of a sudden, and they can't help but be suspicious. The people grabbed their sticks, knives, fishing rods, and even fishing nets, whatever they had with them, and waited nervously, waiting for the mysterious fleet to approach.

Soon, the leading ship had already docked, and only then could it barely distinguish the passengers on board. The townsfolk relaxed a little, the other party was human, male and female, judging by their stature and children, their skin tones ranged from white to brown, and their hairstyles were normal. None of these people are monsters. Nor is it a monster in the legendary sea. And they didn't seem to be here for the war, because most of these visitors were clearly not soldiers. It can be said that they are not like invaders, but more like refugees

More ships arrived one after another, and the crews slowly landed one after another. Some cheered and ran ashore, glad they had finally seen land, while others were busy breathing in the fresh air as they stood on their feet.

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.

Still, a few of these people were wearing armor. A man stepped out of the leading boat and walked towards the onlookers. He was surrounded by several children, and a strange man in tattered robes followed him. Behind the man, a young man with brown hair and brown eyes followed them, unconcerned about his surroundings, clutching the cloak of the first man as if he were afraid of losing his parents. His costume is made of beautiful materials, but it is condensed into pieces due to too much contact with sea salt, and it is very tattered like the people around him.

"Hats off to all of you!" The leading warrior approached the crowd and shouted, still with a painful expression on his face, "We are refugees, just fleeing a very, 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 townsfolk exchanged glances, lowered their weapons, and nodded. Although they themselves are not rich, they are definitely not poor, at least they cannot bear to ignore so many refugees. The men took the children from the warriors and the purple-robed men and led them to the church, the largest building in town, where it could accommodate quite a few 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.

"Thank you." The warrior had a fight against the townsfolk leader, Marcus. Redpass said. "I know you're not rich either, so thank you very much for your help."

"We won't watch women and children suffer." Marcus replied. He frowned and looked at the other party's sword and armor, "Three days ago, a knight arrived here and told me that there would be a huge fleet of ships in Nanhai Town...... He must be talking about you."

"If that knight's name is Qiuchen, then he's talking about us" Lothar touched her bald forehead, "I'm - was - the head of the Knights of the Kingdom of Azeroth, the man is still here, I want to see him"

"Well, he's in the hotel right now, and he shouldn't have left yet."

Leaning on Marcus. At Redpass's guidance, Lothar and Khadgar meet Autumn Dust who is already waiting here at the South Seas Inn. The sheriff seems to be very happy to be able to stay away from Khadgar, who appears to be a member of Dalaran

"You're finally here, Lothar, I thought I missed time" Qiuchen patted Lothar on the shoulder, and said with a pun, "I didn't expect you to be able to rescue so many refugees, but don't worry, I have prepared enough materials to last until King Terenus sends someone to send supplies and aid"

"No wonder a small town can provide food for the refugees of the country, I thought Lordaeron was so strong that point" Khadgar's old but resolute voice sounded, and after Karazhan he had become unusually old, though he was only twenty years old

"We must meet the king right away, and we can't give the tribe any chance" Lothar clenched his left fist "God knows where the orcs have arrived, maybe they have already attacked Lockmodan"

"I know the land well, it takes about seven days to ride from here to Lordaeron, and within five days we will be able to see the minarets of Lordaeron in the Silver Pine Forest, bypassing Lake Lordaeron, with the capital on the northern shore of the lake," Khadgar replied, "Don't worry, at least we can get the warning out before the orcs arrive"

"Two days ago, I asked Marcus to send the best riders in town to Lordaeron to report the news, and it is estimated that in three days Terenas will know the news of our arrival" Qiuchen lowered his head and looked at the little prince Varian who was cautiously following behind Lothar, "Don't be harmed, Your Highness the Prince"

"Hello, Mr. Knight," Varian replied with a jerky gesture

"We'd better leave as soon as possible, the tribe won't give us time to delay"

"Of course, Lothar" Qiuchen smiled slightly, "I have prepared the carriage, take your retinue and those who are willing to set off with you, and we will go to Lordaeron"

(Throw a manuscript and be sentenced tomorrow...) Examination room, solve the battle the day after tomorrow)