The Western Wilderness, also known as the Western Rim, is an important granary of the Stormwind Kingdom. The climate is dry and flat, the area is several times the size of the Alvin Forest, which is equivalent to the central Great Plains of the United States. The main crops are oats and pumpkins, and at the foot of Oster is a field of wheat that is about to be harvested.

Looking at the plump ears of wheat in front of him, Oster wanted to see what the crops in this world were similar to and different from the earth, so he reached out to pick them. But as soon as his fingers touched the ears of wheat, they immediately crumbled into powder and drifted away in the wind.

What's going on? Oster tried a few more ears of wheat, all of which shattered at the touch of a beat, and not only that, but the wheat was blown apart in the surrounding fields in the gradually increasing gusts of wind. It was so shattered that even the stalks and leaves were shattered, as if they were made of dust.

Dust and mist rose into the air, obscuring the surroundings and the sky, like a dream. Oster stared blankly, is this some kind of crop disease of the wizarding world? No wonder there is a fruitful scene, but the farmer does not see the harvest.

In this dreamlike fog, a shocking scene came into Auster's eyes:

Countless victims of the disaster have gathered in droves, dragging their families and families, and making difficult journeys along the road. Each of them was yellow-skinned, unclothed, exhausted from hunger, thirst, and trekking.

The number of victims is so large that the field of vision is endless. But there was silence, like a flock of moving roots, silently burying their heads in the road, and the tattered straw sandals stepped over the crumbled ears of wheat.

Among them, there are many old and weak women and children, and many people who lack water and food fall on the side of the road and never get up again.

In the months since the time travel, Oster has learned through the newspapers and books of his hometown that it is now the 23rd year of Varian III of the Ureon dynasty, the 29th year after the opening of the Dark Gate, and the years of the Aixing Cataclysm. In another year, the famous fallen dragon Deathwing will land on Stormwind, destroying half the city with a single breath;

However, compared to the raid, which came and went quickly, the catastrophe in front of us was clearly more severe and long-lasting.

The reasons for the famine in the western wilderness are not detailed in the chronicles. Oster couldn't figure it out at first, in a world with abundant resources and advanced technology (magic) that could realize the transformation of energy and matter and interstellar travel, it was not easy to solve a natural disaster?

If it is a simple drought or insect plague, there are countless ways to settle it, no matter how bad it is for the mage to have a snowstorm or the druid to put an insect removal technique, how can there be such a large-scale and long-term disaster, what is wrong?

After much inquiry, Oster finally learned that this was a plant plague called the "blight disease", and that there was no cure, and almost all the major food crops in the western region were not spared. Many villages in the west and north have lost their crops, and even farmers have been forced to flee.

With nowhere else to go, Oster followed the group of victims in a northeasterly direction. It was in the direction of the West Springs Bridge, and the victims probably wanted to go to the rich state of Alwyn in search of relief and a new life.

But the road was long, and it took Oster to fly for five or six hours to get here, and the prostrations of the victims' weak feet took several days, to say the least. Don't know how long, weeks, or months they've been gone before?

Oster didn't expect that the first stop of his adventure was to escape the famine. Under the scorching sun, in the hot wind from the shop, he followed the victims step by step.

There were robberies and fights everywhere, but Oster had nothing outside his body, even his clothes and shoes were in tatters, and he couldn't attract others to rob them.

The second day, and then the third day...... I feel that the scenery around me has hardly changed. Unkempt and covered in dirt, Oster seemed so natural in the ranks of the victims. Walking under the scorching sun, his mouth was parched and hungry.

I touched my pocket, but I didn't even have a copper or a grain of rice, and I really didn't bring anything and went out on an adventure. Even if they had money, it didn't look like they would have food to spare.

Calling out the book interface, there are only a few spells over and over again, and the number of times is all zero, and none of them can be released; What the hell is a golden finger, it doesn't work.

I wanted to pull down my face and contact Solarius for help, but then I thought that the Dread Demon King was really not serious, and it was still important to be chaste. Besides, the communication device is still on that thing, and God knows how to activate it - do you need to jerk X in public, it doesn't necessarily have an effect.

At this time, Oster had not eaten a drop of rice for two days and three nights, and he was so hungry that he was close to his back and thirsty. Under the scorching sun, the dry hot wind was evaporating the last bit of water in his body, and Oster begged the nearby victims for water to drink, and even ignored a few people, and his eyes were full of thirst.

Knowing that one of the largest river systems in Aixing, the tributaries of the Neferiti River are to the east, on the border between the western wilderness and the twilight forest. But at the size of this world, it is estimated that it will be two or three days away.

As his consciousness became more and more blurred, Oster suddenly realized a problem: in this high-definition real version of the medieval world, unlike the game characters who have no physical limitations, the foot man can hike over mountains and mountains, cross countries and continents, and do not need to eat, drink, and rest;

In the harsh wilderness, coiling is more important than equipment. For a traveler like himself who has no skills and doesn't even have luggage, any situation is enough to make him die thoroughly.

After another four or five hours of walking, Oster, who was already severely dehydrated, could no longer support it and sat on the side of the road;

I wanted to struggle to get up, but my legs and feet were weak and I was dizzy. Instead of standing up, he fell to the ground.

Spit out the dry soil in his mouth, and Oster thought sadly, if this continues, a generation of time-travelers, as if they are still some kind of guardians, will simply be dyed of thirst. I didn't fight a single monster, what is this called?

As he was about to pass out, a small hat covered the scorching sun, and then a cowhide water bag was handed over. The dying Oster swallowed greedily at this rain; Because he drank too quickly, he choked and coughed repeatedly.

After a few large sips of water, Oster regained his strength a little and opened his eyes. A woman in front of her, wearing a headscarf and a dirty face, asked with concern; "Are you feeling better?"

Oster gasped and said, "Thank you for saving your life, I will definitely repay you." ”

The other party pursed his lips and smiled, "What to repay, they are all fleeing, and they should take care of each other." ”

Although the woman was dressed as a peasant woman, with sunken cheeks and rough skin, she looked like a goddess in Auster's eyes.

At this time, a thin boy with a turban on his head came running over with something in his hand and said to the woman excitedly, "Mom, I found this!" ”

Hearing that the woman had become a mother at a young age, Oster felt a little regretful. The boy had half a pumpkin in his hand that had not yet been infected with the blight, and the woman said to Oster, "I don't know what your name is, but if you don't dislike it, come with us for dinner." ”

Oster answered her truthfully and said that he was honored. After recovering a little, he gathered firewood nearby and set up a pot with the boy to cook pumpkin soup.

The woman's name is Windsor, and the boy's name is Tommy. Asked where Tommy's father was, Windsor was reluctant to say more. As night fell, looking at the mother and son lying on the grass and snuggling and sleeping, although their stomachs were still growling, it was the most comfortable night Oster had slept since he went out.

The next day, after walking for half a day, I finally arrived at a small town. Seeing the arrival of the refugees, the residents of the town hurriedly closed their doors, and there was no one to help.

To add insult to injury, many of the refugees ahead have turned back and moved south. By word of mouth, the only access to Alwyn in the Wild West, the Westspring Bridge, has been blocked. The kingdom sent a legion to garrison and forbade anyone who did not have customs clearance paperwork to cross the bridge.

To the east, you can already see the Xiquan River gushing out of the northern mountain range. The trickle of the game is now a river hundreds of meters wide, with a rapid, white waves hitting the shore, separating Alwyn from the Western Wilderness, all the way south to the Twilight River, and finally joining the Neferiti River in the Valley of Thorns.

Due to the large drop, the rapid current, and the wide span, it was impossible for the victims without boats to cross the river, and most of them chose to go south to Sentinel Ridge, and I don't know how many days it would take.

Oster still couldn't figure it out, even if he didn't provide disaster relief, why should he prohibit the disaster victims from fleeing. The reason is that there can't be a lot of beggars in the land of Wangji, right?

Fortunately, there was a small church on the edge of the town, and the priest was setting out a cauldron and giving porridge, and the victims gathered to come.