"Freedom?"

The unexpected answer made the pirate froze for a moment, but she quickly realized that the two nobles in front of her were planning to abandon the city directly, and they wanted the six ships in their hands!

But what exactly is the magic of this group of nobles? Even if they run away, how many soldiers are willing to follow them? She looked at the neat line behind the other party, her eyes shining with disbelief.

"A vassal of my vassals, not my vassals."

As if sensing the woman's doubts, the old man explained in a deep voice: "As diehards of our two families, if they continue to stay in Stratholme, they may not be in trouble in the short term. But no one can be sure that he will not be regarded as the object of prestige by the new lord because of his original identity. ”

"Obviously, in their hearts, our two old fellows have a little more credibility than Terenus", with a little self-deprecation, the old nobleman gave the pirate an ultimatum, "Now, ma'am, tell me your choice, surrender or die?" ”

Even though Count Capel seemed to be a weak old man, even this group of vicious pirates could feel a little uneasy in the face of the power he had cultivated over the years.

The standoff did not last long.

Facing a large number of heavily armed enemies in front of you, even Jonah? Captain Sterling and all the pirates he brought out could not change the inevitable defeat, and Anne Bonn did not hesitate for long, and threw the scimitar in her hand to the ground.

The iron smashed on the ground with a crisp "clang" sound, which directly opened the defense line in the hearts of the pirates. Soon, like dominoes, more and more pirates threw down their weapons, and more than 100 strong men were directly captured.

However, this group of pirates was clearly valuable in the eyes of the two old nobles. Instead of having his men tie up the captives who had surrendered, Count Capel divided them into six groups, each of which took different ships with them and began to prepare for sailing.

After all, not all qualified soldiers know how to control a ship, and in the current situation, this group of pirates is a security guarantee on their way to escape. The delicate-minded female pirate also saw this, so she would simply raise her hand and surrender.

With the help of skilled pirates, the six ships were soon ready to set off. Count Capel stood at the bow of the ship in the cold and wet sea breeze, took one last nostalgic glance at his hometown reflected in the firelight in the distance, and gave the order to set sail.

"Where are we going now?" Standing behind Count Capel, the shrewd pirate saw at a glance the direction in which the fleet was heading, and the fleet was sailing westward!

"Do you want to go to Lordaeron to find death?" The female pirate's words were a little hurried, after all, now her net worth and life have been linked to the other party, if the other party ran to Lordanren to go to the wilderness without a head, it is estimated that she will not end well!

"Don't worry, we're just going to the northern coast of Lordaeron to replenish some necessities, and as for our destination", the old nobleman glanced at the young pirate in front of him with a little meaning, and then continued, "We're going to the land of eternal starlight to establish our own home!" ”

Segard Brisbayes, the thief, stood on the shore, watching the moonlit fleet go farther and farther, and a trace of bitterness swept through his heart.

"Even if you escape to Kalimdor, you are just a pawn on a chessboard. For the weak at the bottom, freedom has never been just an empty word. ”

The man sighed inwardly, shook his head, and squinted at the silver moon hanging high in the air. When did the original warm moonlight become so cold and harsh in his eyes? He doesn't remember anymore.

At the age of eighteen, Lance's parents died young, and from the age of twelve he was already a porter struggling to make a living in the Stratholme docks.

Unlike most people who hang out in the docklands, he never goes to those shabby inns to vent his **, nor does he throw himself into a leaky bar to get drunk. In the eyes of his peers, he is an "unsociable" guy.

However, no matter how others looked at him the same way, he didn't care. For so many years, he had only two thoughts in his heart: save money and take his inactive sister to find a way to cure her body.

That's right, he also has a thirteen-year-old sister. However, Illya was born with problems with her hands and feet, and even the chaplain in the chapel was helpless in the face of this congenital disability.

However, the young man always had hope in his heart, which is also the hope in his heart that he has been able to hold on for so many years - to save enough money to take his sister to someone who can cure her, so that the girl who has been lying at home can feel the real world.

Luckily, the other day the Advent from another world had made this low-level worker, who might not be able to leave Stratholme for the rest of his life, know how vast this world is.

Thanks to the blessings of this group of descenders, he already had a clear idea of the future path to medical treatment.

Even if none of these succeed in the mouths of those who come to us, the shamans who can communicate with the source of all things, and the druids who can bring them to life, they may be able to find those gnomes to install mechanical hands and feet for their sisters. In any case, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he has no intention of giving up.

Tonight, though, damn fate played another joke on him.

In the moonlit streets, Lance blended in with the light-as-nothing Illya on his back and fled in the direction of the city of Stratholme.

Behind it are shack areas that have been turned into flames and vicious pirates. For some reason, the pirates didn't kill them, but drove them all the way forward.

However, for the young people at this time, none of this is important, and she is not distressed at all when the "house" that can be built with a dozen planks can be built casually by picking up a dozen planks. The girl on his back and the few gold coins sewn into his underwear were all his life sustenance.

The pirates' theatrical pursuit did not last long, as the fleeing crowd soon found themselves under the low walls that separated the docklands from the ordinary city.

In the huge doorway, the soldiers in a neat line were wearing unfamiliar armor, but for these people who fled for their lives, these soldiers who should be opposed to the pirates were the angels who came to save themselves. However, quite different from what they had imagined, they were greeted not by protection, but by the icy tip of the gun.

Flank back and forth, there is nowhere to escape!