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Chapter 301 Shelter

Hillsbrad was originally a small town, but after the plague, it became a gathering place for a large number of refugees who were unwilling to leave their homeland.

The town's size more than tripled, resulting in enormous consumption of population and resources.

Fortunately, the Jade Mine near the sea, Alterac Pass on the next mountain, and Dalaran, the mage city by the lake, all required passing through Hillsbrad Foothills as a transit point for supplies.

Hillsbrad's farms are large enough to feed a lot of people.

Fresh fruit from the orchard, fish that used to be readily available by the lake and sea... timber from the Silverpine Forest, ironware from the blacksmith's shop, and horses in the stables could provide a considerable amount of hard currency for the war front.

Occasionally, mages might appear in the vicinity, selling rare magical toys that are seldom seen in Dalaran.

Hillsbrad was a prosperous town in the past, and after the cataclysm and the fall of Lordaeron, Hillsbrad became bustling again.

With people and resources, and free from the constraints of a kingdom, Hillsbrad is practically a small local kingdom.

Small but complete!

Originally, the town had only a few hundred indigenous people. After taking in many refugees, it also formed its own militia, labor force, farming team, and mining team, each managed by different leaders and accountable to the town council.

You heard right, it's a small human town that, without the constraints of the Lordaeron royal family, formed its own town council... and several councilors. Even before Archmage Atal'ik took over, Ambermill had its own councilors, and nearby free villages and towns have all aligned themselves with Dalaran's political system...

Dalaran is a free city-state with a council of mages as its citizens, and the surrounding self-governing towns have followed suit, making it quite convincing...

In reality, the town mayor's power was amplified to an unlimited extent...

Mayor Bornside, presiding over the town council, issued a grand Hillsbrad Declaration, vowing that Hillsbrad is a miniature version of the Free Cities, a free town belonging to its citizens and laborers...

Although the Stormwind officials in Southshore were furious with Bornside for not showing any appreciation, they outwardly expressed Stormwind's respect for the people of Hillsbrad and offered comprehensive assistance to jointly protect the safety of the human territory in Hillsbrad Hills.

If... Dalaran doesn't fly into the sky, doesn't leave the shores of Lake Lordamere...

Hillsbrad really had nothing to fear.

The current mayor has agreed to join the alliance, on the condition that Southshore guarantees the safety of Hillsbrad's residents... which is why the human alliance is currently stationed by the lake.

Mayor Bourne, who had initially thought he was safe and sound, now realized...

The town of Hillsbrad has become someone else's territory.

“Mayor, we’ve suffered considerable losses recently… The allied forces stationed on the lakeshore haven’t harassed us, but their daily consumption of supplies for the entire camp is astronomical. We can’t afford it. How about we confront Prince Garin? We’ve joined the alliance, so the entire supply of materials should come from Southsea Town… Even if they don’t, they should at least compensate us!”

"Yes, Mayor...it's fine that they came to protect us, but they just eat and drink by the lake every day, and we haven't seen them take any initiative to attack. Meanwhile, the Kirin Tor mages are back again. They kept saying they'd help us hold off the enemy, but in the blink of an eye, they'd taken back the outpost farm we occupied...We haven't seen them attack the undead, they're always running towards Gilneas..."

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"Gilneth has officially joined the Alliance, and I heard Greymane has changed his name to 'Wolf King'! It's utterly ridiculous... Monsters can join the Alliance? Then why can't orcs? Because they're ugly? What a joke..."

"Sigh. You're so ignorant. You know, let's not even talk about the dwarves and gnomes of Ironforge. I recently heard the draenei have joined the Alliance. Have you ever heard of draenei? They're the same race as demons, and they can join the Alliance. But we're being targeted..."

Of the four town councilors, a disheveled man in a long white burlap robe stood up agitatedly. “Ultimately, they don’t trust us at all. This place used to be the territory of the Kingdom of Alterac. When King Tyrese was alive, he treated us well. Now Lordaeron is gone, and Dalaran has abandoned us. We, the remnants and refugees, can only defend ourselves. I said we shouldn’t have invited them! They are more hateful than the undead…”

Mayor Bonn nodded subconsciously, but after thinking for a moment he felt something was wrong. He glanced at the clerk beside him... and saw that the other party looked calm and composed.

The mayor immediately rebuked the long-haired, white-robed councilor sternly: "What nonsense are you spouting? The alliance of the past and the alliance of today are the same, originally a union of the various kingdoms and dwarves and elves... The high elves are unreliable, and we can never repay the debt of gratitude to the lords of the Kirin Tor."

Born glared at the senator who was spouting nonsense.

The councilor immediately fell silent, stealing glances at the seemingly calm court clerk...

"I will discuss the matter of supplies with Marshal Garin. What is the militia captain busy with? Doesn't he know that fighting has broken out in Nanhai Town? I've heard the distress signals so many times that my ears are practically calloused. Why hasn't anyone told me whether the militia has gone to the rescue?"

Mayor Bonn slammed his fist on the table in anger, scattering documents all over the floor. The clerk, seeing this, hurriedly replied, "Major William personally led most of his troops back... Now only Marshal Garin's men and the rebels from Dunholde Castle remain by the lake..."

"What rebels! They're just bandits... People on the wanted posters dare to come here and freeload, even with their faces covered! I'm going to protest this to Stormwind. How many of our people have the Syndicate bandits killed? How much food have they stolen... The farms in the north are all abandoned now, all thanks to them! They don't grow food, and now they've changed their appearance and are swaggering in here, eating and drinking to their hearts' content! Outrageous..."

The enraged mayor looked up, searching for his nephew...

"The militia captain hasn't reported for duty yet? That kid's gotten too big for his britches lately!"

Seeing that the mayor of Bonn was on the verge of exploding, the clerk hurriedly thought of a solution.

The mayor was clearly heartbroken by the squandering of his fortune, and with no capable men under his command, Hillsbrad was left vulnerable to the bullying of the Stromgarde warlords and Syndicate bandits. Even the Southshore garrison, meant to protect them, was overwhelmed with its own problems...

The 7th Legion cavalry company returned to defend Southshore. The dwarves were merely marginal figures; they were more concerned with the security of the area near Galin Highlands to avoid cutting off the supply of the Dagger of Koran from Alterac Pass.

After hesitating for a moment, the clerk Horace whispered a few words in the mayor's ear.

Before the militia captain returned...

The mayor, who had just been furious, exclaimed in shock after hearing the clerk's whisper: "What? Who told him to take on this mission! Keeping a traitor from Undercity in our shelter is just asking for trouble!"

"There's no other way... it's Lord Kirin Tor's order..."