It can be said that Luo Ning and Shen Chen thought about it together.

However, Luo Ning was for the entire northern continent. He firmly believed that these refugees were the basis for the future rejuvenation of mankind. The Kingdom of Dalaran also needed these civilians. After all, more than 50% of Dalaran's mages came from the civilian class.

Chen Chen, these refugees are the key to the further prosperity of their territory; it is not an easy task to compete with the powerful magic kingdom for the belonging of these refugees.

However, Chen Chen didn't expect to be in place at once. To save these refugees, at least give them a good impression first. Dalaran will one day go to Northrend, and then it will be an excellent time for Chen Chen to take action.

The troops were divided into two groups. Chen Chen arrived at the refugee camp near Dalaran, and left a Hall of Fame strategy group to go to the old harbor of Yingya Castle to pick up allies from Silver Moon City.

Refugees are not in good mood.

Sabin comes from Gilness, a small village under the wall of Greymann. His life has become worse and worse since that wall was established and has isolated the connection between Lordaeron and Gilness.

During the natural disaster, he once regretted why he didn't move into the high wall, but he eventually survived and did not become a member of the walking skeleton.

However, as the Forgotten entered the Silver Song Forest, he left his hometown again, and the news of Dalaran's recruitment of refugees brought him here.

"The Church of Life helps you understand the true meaning of life, avoid the threat of death and suffering, and find a real place of rest..." Sabin tore off this announcement, which was posted in many hidden corners of the refugee camp.

"Ha~~" Sabin laughed dryly and threw the proclamation to the ground casually.

"The Church of Pain, they can't help you. The Lich King and his army of undead will eventually sweep the whole world. Only when only cold breaths are left will the apocalypse come!"

Sabin said sarcastically, then walked out of the corner of the tent. He saw several farmers eating lunch, walked over with a smile, and naturally sat next to the fire.

"Hey, how many, can I share one?"

Looking at Sabin's appearance, his weathered cheeks, his gully palms, and his strong and dark arms; the farmers thought he was his own, and guessed that he should be like them, a farmer accepted by Lordaeron.

"Of course, there is some potato soup here, and the remaining half of the wheat cake, which is the specialty of the Wiesenth woman, and you should try it."

Sabin, regardless of the dust on the wheat cake, picked up and ate it hard, then swallowed the hot soup and coughed a few times.

"You can slow down." The farmer reminded with kindness.

"I'm sorry, I'm so hungry." Sabin continued to stutter, ignoring the eyes of several farmers.

Looking at Sabin, the farmers remembered their lives when they fled. Just like him, they were satisfied with having a bite of hot food. They were so hungry that they would be like Sabin.

After Sabin finished drinking the soup, the farmers asked, "Brother, you have also escaped."

"Yes." Sabin hiccupped, looked at the farmers hesitantly, and after a while he added: "I came from the north, and had previously hid in the ruins of Altlank, and lived with a group of... uh, robbers for a while."

"We're all the same," the farmers comforted, "You're safe if you can come here."

"Yes, it won't take long to find a fertile land where mages cast spells, and you can drink hot soup and eat wheat cakes like us."

"Sometimes I can take a few more sips!" The farmers were obviously in a good mood.

"No, no!" Sabin seemed to remember something, and refused, "I still have to escape to the north, and it will soon be unsafe here. I think the Kingdom of Storm or the land further south is suitable for me to settle down."

"You're overthinking, brother," said a farmer. "It's too far away, we've never been there, and here, under the protection of the mages, we can live well."

"Yes, they are much better than the rumors, at least better than the former leader." The farmers are very satisfied with their recent lives, many of their wounds have been healed, and they are ready to start a new life.

Sabin whispered to the farmers: "No, do you know why I started running away again?"

"Why, those robbers are not good to you?"

"No, no." Sabin showed fear on his face, and then his hands and feet trembled slightly until the farmers comforted him for a while before he calmed down.

"It's a natural disaster of the undead, they are about to come again!" Sabin explained, and then fell silent.

The farmers didn't believe it, not to mention that even if the natural disaster came again and there was a barrier between the mages, they had the confidence to resist it.

After a while of indirect attack, Sabin slowly spoke: "Yes, I saw the undead army, their target is here, I escaped very quickly, but believe me, even the defenders of Andorhar were seriously injured and injured!"

"How is that possible?" Sabin's words made the farmers obviously nervous. They knew the Andorhal defense line of New Lordaeron. If the natural disaster breaks out there, the next step...

"No, even if Andorhar is attacked, the next step in the natural disaster should be Nanhai Town." A farmer questioned.

Another farmer also comforted himself: "Even if Andorhal falls, Dalaran is definitely much stronger."

"It's not the case." Weissen, the husband of the cooking woman, said heavily: "That city is a brand new city that was once destroyed by the Scourge."

Seeing everyone's eyes, Weissen continued: "There are powerful arcane magical items in Dalaran. At that time, Arthas summoned a terrible existence through them and destroyed Dalaran; so, if the Scourge was heading here, it was completely possible!"

"How could it be!" The farmers panicked.

"No matter what, I will escape south. Thank you for your hospitality. If you see it in the south of the mainland in the future, I will definitely entertain everyone with better food." Sabin stood up, bowed slightly, and then ran away without looking back.

"Wesens...what do you think?" the farmers were a little unparalleled and asked people who obviously knew some of the inside stories.

Weissens paused and stood up, "I will first look at the movements of the mages of Dalaran; but I will also prepare for another escape in advance. Everyone, no matter what, I think the threat of natural disasters will come soon."

The farmers dispersed, and they searched for news among their respective crowds.

"Indeed, the number of people who fled from the north has increased significantly recently!"

"There was a great war in Andorhar. The rumbling of artillery fire and the fiery flames spread almost half of the sky. I saw cavalry support to the north, but I don't know what the final result would be."

"Did you notice those mages?"

Dalaran's defensive actions seemed to confirm this to the refugees. The mages established positions outside Dalaran, and arcane turrets were only given to the refugees with very little sense of security.

They knew that the Scourge was coming again, but last time, Dalaran could not stop them, and this time, without the powerful Anthonydas, would they still have a chance to succeed?

The pain in the hearts of the refugees, the horror of the Scourge, was awakened again in a few words; the striker of the Scourge had not yet reached them, and chaos and fear had spread rapidly in the camp.

Sabine and Weissen, reunited in another camp.

"How are you there?" Sabin asked with a sneer.

"Everything goes well, their fear of the Lich King is growing, and I can sense their fear, and this power will make us stronger."

"It's very good. You continue to be among them. You need to let this fear of my king be deeply imprinted in their minds, in their bone marrow. When the soldiers arrive, they will run away with more people, and this world has the end, and there will always be one..."

"I think you probably can't wait for this day!" A blade with holy light flashed, cut open a corner of the tent, passed through the space, and took a step towards Sabin.

A holy light hammer head, before the blade, had already landed on Sabin's head, and another hammer head also knocked Weiss out.

"I don't know why you, as humans, want to surrender to those undead who only breathe coldly, but I know that you shouldn't continue to exist in this world!"
Chapter completed!