He checked all the supplies, especially food and water, and then distributed the items. Some refugees with higher status were still complaining, saying that they did not receive what they deserved and what they received was not enough. However,

Everyone fell silent after being given a sharp look by the bearded Lester.

On the other side, Ze Ling and her soldiers are also serving the army and the people as much as possible.

This female Protoss with the charm of a female matriarch tilted her head back and rode a dragon knight forward, stopping from time to time to talk to the people.

She is very welcome to everyone regardless of wealth or wealth.

She could see the sincere serenity on the faces of the Protoss when she passed by, even if it was only for a moment. Ze Ling knew very well that this was not because of her superpowers, but because of the recent encounters with these people.

In comparison, her gentle demeanor was a great comfort.

A young figure curled up caught Ze Ling's attention. It turned out to be a girl. Female life was really rare among the Star Spirit tribe.

I saw her pitifully sitting aside, her pink eyes empty and dull.

Ze Ling knelt down beside her and put his hands on her shoulders. The girl suddenly moved and turned her head, staring at her like a frightened beast.

"Don't be nervous..." Ze Ling said in a soft voice and gave her a bag of water. After she finished drinking, he said, "I am Ze Ling, what is your name?"

The child hesitated for a moment, then replied: "My—my name is Shandris."

"Where is your family?"

"I-I don't know."

"Are you from Suramar?" Zeling couldn't remember if he had ever seen this child, but that didn't mean that Shandris was definitely not a resident here.

"No... I'm from Alanshina."

Ze Ling tried his best to hide the worries in his heart.

When the demon set a trap for the Protoss army, it was already hunting down the residents of Aranshina, and Shandis was also one of the refugees. Zeling learned from the survivors that many of the refugees fled from the tiger's mouth.

The man had been killed by the Burning Legion. The child's family might still be alive - or they might have been killed.

"When was the last time you saw them?"

Shandis's eyes widened: "I was with my friends...and then the monster came. I wanted to escape home, but someone held me...and told me I had to go in another direction, so I went in another direction.

Escaped from somewhere."

The girl covered her face with her hands. Tears welled up. "I should go home! I should go home!"

It was another tragedy, and Ze Ling couldn't bear to hear it anymore. If possible, this Ze Ling would do everything she could to find out the whereabouts of the child's parents, but she had almost confirmed the fact that the child was the one closest to him.

Her family is no longer alive, and the girl is now alone.

"Is there anyone taking care of you along the way?"

"No."

It took the refugees from the small town of Alanshina two days to catch up with the large army. It was a miracle that Shandris was able to survive alone and unharmed.

Even many elders of the Protoss are lying dead on the roadside, and most of Zeling's compatriots cannot bear the torment of the war. Although the Prostos are not a weak race, once they leave that kind of pampered environment, they will

You will be at a loss as to what to do - this weakness has not shown itself until now.

At this moment, Zeling should be grateful to the once-broken civilization. Because she, Zeratul, and Lester all grew up in a unique environment. Of course, there are only a handful of people like them among the Protoss.

There are many people who suffered like Shandris, but there was something about this child that touched Zeling particularly deeply, perhaps because her appearance and figure were very much like her childhood self. Zeling didn't care about these, she let

The child stood up.

"I want you to sit on the dragon knight and follow me all the time." This is against military orders, but Zeling doesn't mind. She can't save everyone, but for Shandris, she wants to do her best.

.

Shandris's face was still haggard and dull, but her eyes lit up for the first time. She climbed onto the mount, and after Zeling made sure she was sitting firmly, she urged the dragon knight to set off.

"Where are we going?" the girl asked.

"I still have a lot of things to do. There are some dried fruits for you in the small bag hanging on the left."

Shandis immediately turned around to find the bag. After searching hard, she finally found the bland food.

Zeling did not tell her that this was his own ration. Members of the Templars were trained on how to survive in conditions with minimal food. Every year, they even had four fasting activities. This ceremony was usually to express their respect for the god of civilization.

of piety.

In the war-torn era, the effects of these trainings became apparent.

Zeling continued forward, praying for the refugees she met. Many of the refugees were simply overtired, while others were injured. For the latter, she always tried her best to help them, praying for the power and power of the god of civilization.

start.

To her delight, the goddess probably thought that today was a good day, so every rescue she made was a great success.

Suddenly, she saw an infected wound on a wounded man and was shocked.

She couldn't tell at once whether the wound was made intentionally or accidentally. The green pus flowing out from all around gave her a bad feeling, and the shape of the wound was also very strange.

The injured person was an older male Star Eldar, with a pale face, unconsciousness, and shortness of breath. His head was leaning on his brother's arms. The male Star Eldar's hair was tied back, with a comb-shaped hairband inlaid with

With agate and emerald.

"How did he get himself into this?" Zeling asked, not confident that he could prevent the wound from getting infected. There must be some disturbing reason for this.

"He didn't do it, it was someone else who harmed him."

"I don't understand what you mean."

The male star Eldar's face tightened, trying to calm down so he could explain to her: "That thing... He said it looked like... a wolf or a hound... but the whole shape was distorted, like something from

It's like something that came out of a nightmare..."

Zeling couldn't help but tremble. She knew that the woman was talking about the hell beast. This four-legged demon had threatened Zeratul's life more than once. They especially like to find people with magical powers, and when they find them, they will extract them from their bodies.

It absorbs the restrictions and leaves behind an empty shell in the end.

"Then he was injured all the way from Alancina?" Zeling was surprised that someone could actually travel such a long distance with such serious injuries.

"No, he was injured after we left the main force." The male star Eldar said painfully, "The wound was left when he secretly went to find food for us two days ago."

Two days ago? If so, they should have been among the crowds rushing to the Holy Mountain of Karanlin, and Zeling was sure that no demon would violate military regulations and go deep alone.

"Are you sure it was just two days ago? That it happened around here?"

"I'm sure it's in the forest to the south of us." Ze Ling bit his lip. It should be the forest behind the Protoss troops.

Ze Ling leaned over and examined the wound carefully, then said, "Let me treat it."

She forced herself to touch the wound, thinking that she should at least prevent the infection from getting worse. She heard Shandris' rapid breathing behind her, and the girl was worried about her. No one knew what the fate of those injured by the demon would be.

The Burning Legion will not let go of any possibility of spreading the plague.

The star spirit has not risen yet, but Ze Ling does not care. Although the star spirit appears when the Ze Ling is at its strongest, they have never felt that the god is gone. Whether it is day or night, the civilization of the

God’s grace is always with them.

"God of civilization, listen to my prayer." She whispered, "Give your people peace and comfort. Please guide my hands to find the source of evil and completely eliminate the pathogen so that innocent people can

Recovery…”

Ze Ling muttered something softly in his mouth, concentrating his pure mental power on the treatment.
Chapter completed!