"Take me to see your brother!" Yiluo Chenfeng told the little girl.
The little girl led the way, and the dozen or so refugee children behind her followed.
"Come on! What are you standing there for?" Yiluo Chenfeng turned and called to Yu Lin Bloodhawk, who was still reeling.
Who exactly was the boss here, and who was the guard? Yu Lin Bloodhawk followed in silence, inwardly torn between laughing and crying. My dear lady! Lady Yiluo, could you please stop making so much trouble for me?
It was well over a hundred kilometers-nearly two hundred! Without cars, trains, or even food, how was I supposed to take a dozen children to the Hinterlands? They would probably all die before we got halfway there!
There were so many refugees. How many could you possibly save? Besides, I had more important things to do! If you wanted to save them, go ahead, but don't drag me into it! Why not ask your legion commander? Or Sylvanas, if that didn't work?
The little girl led the group into a small grove beside the lake. Inside were a dozen or so shelters made of branches and thatch. They were crude, much like things children might cobble together while playing. Yu Lin Bloodhawk seriously doubted they could withstand even a slightly stronger gust of wind.
These thatched shelters certainly had not been built by adults. They looked more like children's playthings. Yet there were quite a few children here-he could see more than a dozen at a glance. When they saw the little girl bringing several adults over, they all gathered around.
Ignoring them, the little girl walked straight up to a low thatched shelter. "My brother is inside."
She pushed aside the stalks blocking its entrance and crawled in. Then her terrified sobs