Chapter 495 Pamela's Doll
The Eastern Plaguelands have become dilapidated after natural disasters. Lordaeron's most important grain production area is now full of bandits due to lack of food.
The area in the north near Quel'Thalas is relatively stable, with sufficient food sold by the High Elf Kingdom, coupled with the deterrence of New Karabor and Light's Hope Chapel, the overall situation is pretty good.
But after passing through the intersection of Kaolin and Mirdal Lake, the stable situation took a turn for the worse. When the natural disaster army came under pressure, the people who fled into the mountains and forests had no choice but to become bandits because they could not get enough food supplies.
On the way to the banks of the Sodoril River, Charlemagne and others had already encountered several waves of refugees in tatters with pitchforks and sickles in their hands. In order to survive, they could only use this kind of farm tool that was not even a weapon to come out and rob. Being able to grab food so that I and my family can continue to live.
Facing these poor farmers, Charlemagne rubbed out arcane bread on the spot and gave them to eat. Although the taste was very mediocre, as long as they could fill their stomachs, these extremely hungry farmers would not be in the mood to pay attention to the taste and texture.
Of course, these refugees will inevitably be mixed with some people who are driven crazy by life, or who are already extremely vicious. For these refugees who have become bandits, Charlemagne, Cirvanas and others will not be lenient. They are very decisive. Send them west with the weapons in your hand.
The combination of kindness and power made the refugees who were chaotic and wanted to loot the Arcane Bread more honest, and Charlemagne also learned a lot from them about the recent situation in the southern part of the Eastern Plaguelands.
"Darrowshire haunted?"
A farmer nodded while stuffing bread into his mouth and said vaguely, "Many people have seen those ghosts. Now no one dares to go to Darrow County. It is said that as long as they live there for a few days, they will die miserably."
Charlemagne touched his chin, and said thoughtfully, "Darron County..."
In addition, he also learned from other refugees that the burial chamber on the west side of Darrow County, which was originally used to bury the dead, was occupied by a group of trolls.
After leaving the group of grateful refugees, Charlemagne walked towards the direction of Darrow County they pointed without saying a word. His slightly heavy expression made the usually lively Valeira a little worried, and the three Windrunner sisters were even more worried. Exchange glances frequently.
Darrowshire is a small village located in the southern mountains of Lordaeron. Its name comes from the Darrowmir Lake not far to the west. When Alsace led the natural disaster army to cross the border, this small village was no accident. was breached.
The dilapidated buildings, the dark land, and ghosts wandering back and forth in the town with blank eyes make the whole town look eerie and terrifying.
Vereesa took Charlemagne's hand with some fear, looked around cautiously and asked, "Are we really going in? I always feel that this place is eerie..."
The three shadow leopards raised by the third sister of the windrunner also expressed instinctive rejection of this small village. They grinned and let out an obviously aggressive "whoosh" sound when they saw the wandering ghosts.
Charlemagne sighed, gently stroked Vereesa's silver hair and said, "There is a soul waiting to be redeemed in this small village, and his daughter has been waiting for him to come home."
Sirvanas looked around, and asked with some surprise, "You mean... there are still survivors in Darrow County?"
"No, there are no living people here."
After Charlemagne finished speaking, he walked towards a collapsed hut in the northwest corner of the village. If I remember correctly, the poor little guy was wandering around here.
Sure enough, when Charlemagne approached the hut, he saw a small figure walking around outside the hut at first sight, a translucent ghost of a little girl.
The little girl heard the footsteps behind her, and she turned around in surprise and shouted, "Daddy?"
Charlemagne sighed, trying to show a kind smile and said, "Unfortunately, I am not your father, little sister, why do you stay here alone?"
After the little girl saw the person coming, her eyes clearly showed disappointment, but she soon recovered her cheerful expression, and began to tell her story to Charlemagne and his party chattering.
"My name is Pamela, and I'm waiting for my dad to come home. My dad is the bravest man in the world. He went out to fight bad people. I'm here with my doll waiting for him to come back, but..."
Pamela said in frustration, "I can't find my doll. Uncle, can you help me go to the village to look for it? There are bad people in the village, and I dare not go alone."
Charlemagne reached out his hand to silence Pamela's head, but suddenly remembered that the other party was just an incorporeal ghost, so he could only put his hand down again and said softly, "Don't worry, Pamela, uncle will help you find it. "
The four of Alleria stood a little far away and looked at this little ghost who still maintained self-awareness in surprise. Although the memory of the other party was obviously still before death, she did have a lot to do with the evil spirits wandering in the village. Big difference.
Aurelia walked up to Charlemagne suspiciously and asked, "Who is this little girl..."
Charlemagne shook his head dejectedly, "Don't ask, go and help her find the doll. I will tell you the ins and outs after everything is over."
With doubts, the four of them and Charlemagne separately started to search for Pamela's doll in Darrow County, which is full of evil spirits. These evil spirits are very dangerous to ordinary people, but for epic masters such as Charlemagne In terms of... nothing more than some translucent obstructions.
Half an hour later, Charlemagne, Valeira, and Vereesa found the head, left half of the body, and right half of the doll respectively. The three of them looked at the tattered doll with sad faces.
"What should I do with this, it has been torn into three parts, we have to combine him and give it to the little sister, right?"
Charlemagne shrugged helplessly, "The problem is how to combine, I don't know much about needlework."
Just at this time, Alleria and Cirvanas also returned to the center of the village. After seeing the three people who were frowning, Alleria took out the needle and thread from her bag with a chuckle, "Leave it to me, Hill And Vereesa's clothes are torn and I'll mend them."
The expression on Cirvanas' face was a bit unnatural, she turned her head and snorted softly, "When did the old almanac come out and say, I haven't asked you to mend clothes once since I grew up?"
Vereesa smiled and said, "Because second sister, you lose your clothes every time you wear them, mother..."
"Whispering! Which side are you from, you dead girl?"
While Sylvanas and Vereesa were fighting, and Valeera cheered for fear of chaos, Alleria had already repaired the doll under the watchful eyes of Charlemagne, although it still looked a bit weird , but finally became a whole again.
Charlemagne held the doll in his hand and said with emotion, "The first step is completed, and the next step is to look at that guy."
(end of this chapter)