Passing through the bustling city of Andorhar and beyond the snow-capped Alterac Mountains, the farmland of the Hillsbrad Hills formed an endless golden wave in the warm breeze blowing from the town of Southsea, and a large number of civilians toiled in the fields.

Unlike Stratholme, which did not have much land and relied on trade as its source of finance, the Hillsbrad Hills had the largest and most high-quality farmland in the entire continent of Lordaeron.

Neither the three large farms in the Arathi Heights nor the fertile soil northwest of the capital of the Lordaeron Kingdom could compare to this rich soil. The farmland of the entire Hillsbrad Hills produces almost two-fifths of the total grain produced by the various human kingdoms on the continent of Lordaeron

In the eyes of everyone, this land of wealth is the real original sin of the Barov family. Even without the ambitious Terenus, other capable nations would not let go of this family that might have enough food to choke their own throats.

Not to mention that the national strength of the Alterac Kingdom can only be regarded as the lowest among all human kingdoms, no matter what time it is, it is never just a matter of talking.

Roland and his party are now following a convoy towards Nanhai Town, and because of Illusia's arrangement before leaving, they have directly joined a convoy belonging to the Barov family.

Despite the imminent demise of the Barov family predicted by the Adventists, Talenmir and the town of Southsea are still under Barov's rule.

Coupled with the permanent tax cut announced by Duke Alex Barov a month ago, the people of this land have nothing but awe and gratitude in their hearts for the convoy engraved with the mark of the Barov family, and no stupid guy will come looking for trouble.

However, as the convoy passed near the ridge, Roland could faintly hear the chatter among the civilians who were toiling not far away.

Words such as "orcs" and "lordaeron" were often on the lips of the peasants, and with the frowning faces they were chatting, it was conceivable that the people at the bottom who were supposed to be celebrating the harvest were worried about the possible war and the future fate of the land.

In addition, the group had already encountered no less than ten convoys heading to Andohar along the way. Those convoys were different from ordinary caravans, not young and middle-aged people, but the elderly, weak, women and children. A discerning person can tell at a glance that the whole family has been relocated, in order to avoid the possibility of war.

It is believed that after the grain harvest in the hilly areas is completed, it will be necessary for those civilians who have entered the agricultural slack to drag their families to the north for refuge.

After all, in the prophecy of the Advent, the orcs who were about to invade were all monsters that killed people without blinking. If those monsters set foot on the continent of Lordaeron from the southern coastline, it would be this fertile hill that would bear the brunt of it.

In this way, Roland gathered information from his surroundings while carefully steering the horses under his man to keep up with the convoy. He had only ever ridden a chocobo before, and the first time he rode a horse was when he left Stratholme.

Before leaving Stratholme, the young elf consulted the knight for a night of riding knowledge, trying to be able to keep up with the group on horseback the next day. But reality ruthlessly shattered his illusions, and less than a kilometer outside the Stratholme gate, he fell off his horse twice in succession, and finally had to get into the carriage.

It was that painful lesson that made the young paladin realize that his talent in riding could really only be described as an idiot. To this end, he spends a lot of time every night practicing riding near the camp.

After many days of hard work, he was finally able to sit firmly on his horse and follow the team, and as for fighting on horseback, he could only stay in fantasy.

"Your Excellency Roland, there is Nanhai Town in front of us, and we should be able to reach our destination today."

It was Charles, the leader of the team, who was a native of Alterac and a confidant of the Barov family.

The servant of the Barov family knew very well that the elven paladin in front of him was the leader of the other party's four-person team, and he also learned from some sources that the eldest lady of his family was half a disciple of the other party. Therefore, he took good care of the team he joined temporarily, and he was also very respectful to Roland.

Although Illusia did not reveal to the elves what the kind-looking middle-aged man was doing with a large convoy to the town of the South Seas this time, Roland could guess that their actions must have something to do with the upcoming orc war.

According to what the elves have seen along the way, both the lowest commoners and the middle class of the small nobles in the Hillsbrad Hills are already worried about the possibility of future wars and are ready to plan, and some have even taken action.

Therefore, he did not believe that the de facto owners of the territory, the Barov family, who had enormous resources at their disposal and were under enormous pressure, would remain indifferent. At the same time, the elven paladin was curious about how the legendary duke would respond to the inevitable war.

However, he wouldn't have asked about things that shouldn't have been asked, didn't he see that even Brian, who was usually swaggering, stayed in the carriage all day and drank all day before leaving the convoy, not meddling?

Well, maybe there are some reasons for the dwarves to drink alcohol, and maybe the lack of short legs and reluctance to ride horses is also a factor. But even the dwarves, who have always been nervous, can restrain their curiosity, and as a proud High Elf, Roland naturally will not test this team.

"Yes", Roland nodded to the middle-aged man on a bantam, "when will we be able to catch a boat in Stormwind?" ”

Hearing the elf's inquiry, the middle-aged man showed an embarrassed expression, "Nanhai Town actually doesn't have a direct voyage ship to Stormwind City, we usually use Kurlatis or Minahir Port in the Wetlands as a transit point to go to Stormwind City. ”

Although he was a little surprised by this statement, but the reality was so, Roland could only compromise, "I hope to be able to reach Stormwind City sooner, do you have any good suggestions?" ”

"Of course", although the elf looked calm and did not look angry, the middle-aged man still did not dare to slack off in the slightest, "According to the usual practice, there will be a cargo ship to the wetland in Nanhai Town tomorrow, as long as you need it, we can handle the formalities for you and your companions when we arrive in Nanhai Town." ”

He paused and said, "As for the ship to Kurlatis, I'm afraid it will be a week later. ”

"Okay, tomorrow."

Without the slightest hesitation, the sooner you arrive in Stormwind City, the sooner you can confirm the orc invasion and make better arrangements. Who knows if the orcs will directly surround Stormwind City if it is a week at night?

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