The group was led to a large hole, which was their storage room, and it was completely empty—as Redbrow had said, they had run out of food.
Unas put down the large sack of wheat he had been carrying on his shoulder and began to lick the bricks and tiles from the empty Granary. Although there were still hundreds of sacks of various grains in his backpack, he had no intention of taking them out.
Even if he were to learn from all the good role models, it would be a drop in the ocean, not enough to feed three thousand people for even a few days, and besides, he isn't that selfless.
Emerging from the large cave, Unas stopped a soldier on guard and asked, "Where is the Night Elf's residential area?"
"There's no such place," the soldier said, glancing at Beryl behind him. "If you're looking for Night Elves, the only place here is Master Oakleaf and his apprentice."
"There are only two Night Elves in this entire camp?"
"Including the one behind you, that makes three."
Something is better than nothing, Unas comforted himself. Judging from the soldier's tone, he seemed to have great respect for Master Oakleaf, so entrusting Beryl to him should be fine.
Guided by the soldiers, the two followed a path through the mountainside toward the dwelling of the Night Elves. Along the way, they inquired with the soldiers and gained a general understanding of Master Oakleaf 'Unas background.
Holsa Oakleaf arrived here a few months ago, claiming to be a member of the Cenarion Circle. He was traveling the world with his apprentices when he was saddened by the Scourge -ravaged environment of Tirisfal Glades and decided to stay and research a solution.
The people in the outpost had no reason to refuse a Druid master who was proficient in Nature Magic, so he and his apprentices settled in.
But after that, he had no time to pursue his own research. Nature Magic healing spells were very effective at healing poison damage, and he himself was a master herbalist, so this Druid became the camp's public Doctor.
After walking along several rugged paths, a large, somewhat crooked tree came into view. Its roots were firmly embedded in the cliff face, preventing the tree from falling. A solitary little wooden cabin sat in the shade of the tree, and a dozen or so figures were queuing in front of it.
The Druid probably settled in this secluded place seeking peace and quiet, but little did he expect that his residence would become a noisy clinic.
The soldiers dropped them off and left. Unas said to Beryl, "If you want to become Druid, learn from this Master Oakleaf."
"Okay!" Beryl said confidently, as if they would definitely accept her as a student.
The two walked to the back of the line and began to queue. From the moment they appeared, Beryl attracted some attention; her pale purple skin and slender ears made it clear that she was Night Elf.
The human woman in front of them kept glancing back, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Is this young lady Night Elf?"
Unas sensed trouble, but Beryl had already loudly introduced herself, "Yes, hello, my name is Beryl, I'm from the Darkshore, my hobbies are dancing and singing!"
This bizarre answer stunned the woman for a moment, but she quickly recovered and grabbed Beryl's arm. "H-Hello, my son is seriously ill, please save him! He's my only son..."
"But I don't know how to cure diseases!"
The old woman burst into tears, Beryl panicked, Unas had a headache. How could he explain to the old woman that not all Night Elves are Druids, and not all Druids are healers?
The people in front of him in line were starting to crowd around, Unas quickly gestured for them not to come any closer, but this had the opposite effect; the people became even more eager to surround him.
The commotion finally caught the attention of the cabin's owner, and a tall, slender, supermodel-like female Night Elf gracefully emerged from the cabin.
Such a slender waist, such long legs! Unas stared, completely mesmerized. It was just a shame about her pointed chin, and the black markings on her cheeks and forehead were an eyesore, not conforming to human aesthetics. Looking back, Beryl was definitely cuter.
The "supermodel" only noticed Beryl when she got closer. She gasped softly and quickly stepped forward. "By Elune, it's been so long since I've seen any other Night Elves, my kin. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine! Big sister, I'm fine!" Crystal tears glistened in Beryl's eyes. It was the first time she had seen her own kind since being captured by pirates, and she was as excited as if she had met a family member.
The "supermodel" opened her arms and hugged Beryl in her embrace. The Elf girl finally couldn't hold back her tears and burst into tears. The pain hidden deep in her heart erupted at this moment, and Unas's eyes were also affected and became a little moist.
The human woman standing nearby paid no attention to any of this. This time, she grabbed the "supermodel's" arm. "Miss Nightmoon, when can the master go see my son? He's dying!"
Nightmoon released Beryl, a helpless expression on her face. "Aunt Marcy, your son's fainting spell is probably just temporary. He can only recover slowly with rest. The master has already examined him three times, and there won't be any further diagnostic results."
"But..."
"You need to rest too." The tall female Elf quickly pointed a finger and gently tapped the old woman's forehead. A green light flashed, and the old woman's legs went weak, causing her to fall backward.
Unas quickly reached out to support her, staring in disbelief at the female Elf. She attacked without warning! No wonder no one dared to bother her when she came out; that tactic was indeed quite intimidating.
"Stop looking, just put her on the ground. I just put her to sleep." Nightmoon said casually, as if this wasn't the first time she'd done something like this.
Unas did as instructed, gently laying the woman flat on the ground, and asked somewhat uncertainly, "Is this really okay?"
"This entire meadow has been blessed by the master; it's better than the warmest bed. She'll have a sweet dream." Before the words were finished, the old woman started snoring.
That being said, it was rather strange to have a woman sleeping in public like that, but the female Elf ignored that and instead asked Beryl, "What's your name?"
"I am Beryl Bladesong from the Darkshore. And you are, big sister?" Beryl was still a little downcast and didn't even say her favorite introduction.
"Bladesong of Darkshore..." Upon hearing this name, the female Elf seemed thoughtful. "I am Wendy Nightmoon, Master Oakleaf's apprentice."
"And who is this?" She turned to Unas, her scrutinizing gaze making the Paladin uncomfortable.
Before Unas could answer, Beryl spoke up first, "This is Brother Unas. He rescued me and many others from the demon's prison. He's also the great hero who killed the Dreadlord!"
"Oh?" Wendy Nightmoon's scrutiny deepened, as if she were wary of a lecherous predator targeting young girls, yet she still politely thanked her, "Thank you for your kindness to the Night Elf race."
Unas sensed her aloof attitude but didn't pay it too much mind, as long as she took good care of Beryl: "It's not a favor, I was just doing it as a favor, and Beryl helped me a lot."
"It seems you've had a wonderful adventure. I can't wait to hear your story," the female Elf said, turning to the side and gesturing for you to come in. "The master will welcome you."
The three of them strode into the hut, leaving the crowd waiting in line outside to discuss amongst themselves. Aunt Marcy, who was lying flat in the middle of the grass, lazily turned over and continued snoring.