Do the ancestors of the Stormwind Kingdom accept alliance gold?

Loria had been struggling with this issue for a long time, and after thinking about it, she still took a few gold coins back into her bag and took out a roll of silk...... The fabric of this era is hard currency, right?

It is indeed hard currency, and in this age of ignorance, this roll of silk is worth a lot. + Top Novel,

So be it...... Loria carefully wrapped the silk in oiled paper, put it down, took out the sextant and compass, and jumped onto the boat by the shore.

This is not stealing a ship, at most it is a late payment, and the late fee is also sufficient.

She hid in the forest alone and thought all night, and when she went out, she would constantly affect history, and it was especially painful to stay on the edge of civilization alone...... Come to think of it, there is only one place in the world today where you can embrace her with open arms.

The magical capital of Dalaran.

There, she is no longer a futuristic person who can explode at any moment, but a little magician with a little personality.

Let her go to Dalaran and be a good boy quietly.

Consider that the overland route would have to go around the Red Ridge Mountains and enter the Badlands, then cross the whole of Rockmodan and the wetlands, crossing Arathi and Hillsbrad...... It's terrifyingly far away! This place doesn't even sell a horse!

Until humans expanded to eastern Elwyn, she couldn't buy horses.

Although the sea route is dangerous, Loria has a lot of experience in sailing...... on the lake. If you're lucky, you'll be able to make it all the way to the Hillsbrad Hills.

Well, the ocean is just a rectangular version of a lake.

The Arcane Hand nudged the boat, and Loria's voyage began.

With the power of magic, she quickly pushed the ship far from the shore, after which she skillfully used her compass and sextant to confirm and record the direction, probe the direction of the wind, and raise the worn sails. Replace the constant consumption of mana with the wind, fiddle with the simple rudder, adjust the direction of the ship, and carefully keep the boat not far from the shore.

Of course, she knew that sailing in such a small boat would be tantamount to suicide, but she would just have to walk along the coast...... She has a compass and a sextant, as well as amazing vision and magic to help. It does not rely purely on luck like the ancestors.

The night was unusually clear, and the bright starlight sprinkled on the sea, dyeing the gently undulating ocean with a faint silver, and the white moon also showed a smiling face, wishing Miss Loria her maiden voyage.

Adjusting the rudder again, Loria hummed softly, the breeze behind her lifted the sails and stroked her hair and skirt...... It's a great start.

Loria, who is usually not confident in her singing, sings rarely. It was the song she had heard from Kana, and it was perfect for the situation.

Above the hills, is our home.

We have labored, multiplied, and sung for generations.

Walking through the tranquil gardens, there is pure bliss.

We are God's chosen people.

Beyond the hills, is our direction.

We have never forgotten our courage, enterprising and struggle.

Embark on a muddy journey, where there is supreme glory.

We are God's chosen people.

Whether it's snow-capped mountains, plateaus or oceans.

The warriors of Stannbride were fearless.

He who has humiliated us will be crushed by us.

Straddle over the corpses of the enemy,

The flag of the pink rose will be raised in every corner of the world.

We are God's chosen people.

……

The style shift seems a bit big?

Singing and singing. Loria noticed that the song didn't seem to be so appropriate, and she lay in the cabin. Looking up at the stars, he sang another song...... I'm a little pink, little pink. I'm going to be a Mary Sue too, Mary Sue.

……

Late at night, she slept with the breeze and the bright moon.

Then I was woken up by the sun.

The terrible weather changes inadvertently like Stein Bled's folk songs...... In fact, it hasn't changed, it's still so clear that you can't see the clouds. In the unsheltered sea, Loria felt the sun's deep disgust for her.

"I hate you too!"

She yelled at the sun, then ducked back under the thick canvas, but every quarter of an hour she had to burn under the ninja sun. Lean out to adjust the rudder and confirm the direction and shoreline.

As she felt like she was about to be sunburned, she realized that she had made a huge mistake, the dried fruit she had stolen from the trolls hadn't been completely air-dried, and they had gone bad after being held in the bag for days.

Luckily it's the sea and there's no shortage of food.

After spending half a day observing the overly bold fish under the water, Loria split up in the evening.

She plunged headlong into the sea and used the power of the arcane to drag a fish directly into her arms.

Overjoyed, Miss Loria helped the fish to the surface of the water, and she grabbed the side of the boat with one hand, ready to throw the fish into the boat.

Quack!

Quack!

The hateful fish that was about to leave the water struggled to its feet, twitching its tail violently and slapping the little pink hair's head back and forth.

The fish ran away, and her face turned red.

I don't know if it's red or sunburned, it's hot and painful.

At night, the damn sun finally left, and the sea water evaporated, but the tiny particles of salt remained on her skin, making Loria uncomfortable...... She could have used her magic to make clean water for a bath, but who knows what kind of danger she will encounter tomorrow, and a clever magician must know how to conserve his magic.

So, Miss Loria, who hadn't slept well during the day, fell asleep tossing and turning.

On the second day at sea, the wind stopped, and the lovely clouds finally appeared, somewhat obscuring some of the hateful sun.

Miss Loria had a good day, and this time she picked a small fish and froze it with magic.

After thawing the fish, she encountered other problems...... Just remove your head and eat it directly?

On the third night at sea, Loria was nauseous.

Untreated raw fish is really not tasty, it is full of fishy smell.

It's nice to be able to sail on a long voyage at sea without starvation...... At least she doesn't have to worry about eating a bad stomach, thanks to the vampire physique that is immune to all diseases.

On the fourth day at sea, the wind changed completely, and even the sails could not stop the boat from being pushed back by the current.

It's not a big deal, sailing is like life, there are ups and downs, and the wind will always change.

Besides, the sunlight has been completely cut off by the clouds...... It's a good thing.

Is it really a good thing?

Loria pouted, she couldn't fool herself.

On the fifth night at sea, Loria clung to the mast in the wind and rain, screaming and whimpering.

The wind was too strong to hear what she was shouting, and the rain was so strong that it was impossible to tell whether it was tears or rain on her face.

The sixth day at sea.

Somewhere in the world, a small boat quietly disappeared.

In the distance, on top of a boulder on the edge of a sea cliff, a wilting pink hair hung crookedly.

In the wind and rain, crumbling. (To be continued......)

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