Behind them, the bewildered pioneers walked off the boat one by one. After setting foot on this strange land, everyone's first reaction was to look around, with a trace of fear still in their eyes.

and doubts. The knowledge and insights in their minds are completely insufficient to help them figure out the current situation.

And the nobles were not much better. After experiencing the destruction of their country and their family, even though most of them were respectable people, they still couldn't help but see this scenery that was completely different from their hometown.

That sense of confusion about the future.

"We have prepared enough food for you for one month, as well as some agricultural tools needed to open up wasteland. The night elves sent seeds, and there are some druids to help with the planting."

Alsace stood in front of Duke Aberlock and Archbishop Chaldea. He said to the two temporary rulers with some regret:

"The environment here is not as docile as that in Northern Xinjiang, and the days to come will probably not be too smooth... But I believe that the legacy of the Kingdom of Stormwind will still take root in this land, just like Stromgard.

Just like Lordaeron."

"This is good enough."

Duke Aberlock is already old, but the perseverance and courage of his youth can still be seen in him. He looked around and nodded slightly to Alsace:

"You have prepared everything for us. This is much better than the worst scenario I imagined."

The Chaldean archbishop in black robes looked a little thin. When the young king looked at him, the archbishop touched the badge on his chest and said with the humility a clergy should have:

"Don't worry, the benevolent Holy Light will protect its people... The people of the Kingdom of Stormwind are strong, we will survive, and we will live better..."
Chapter completed!