The town of Nanhai, shrouded in morning fog and unable to see the light of the morning light, heard a voice from the southern coast. There was a large fleet of ships that approached their town again.

Quite a few seasoned sailors knew that this was not a merchant fleet, and they looked huge.

In the morning mist, the first ship landed, and a warrior in white armor led a determined-eyed child off the ship.

"Windsor, pray for some food and water from the kind townsfolk here, we need their help." Said the head of the fighter.

After a few seconds, the warrior stroked the child's face and said, "Son, this is Lordaeron, the last place of hope for us humans. ”