Due to the prohibition of private armed forces in the Kingdom of Stormwind, although the caravan consisted of more than 500 people, it was a convoy of traveling merchants, not a single merchant group.

In fact, there were only sixty or seventy merchants in the entire caravan, and among these sixty or seventy people, at least more than fifty people did not have too strong strength.

Therefore, whenever it was time to camp and rest, the traveling merchants in the caravan gathered together to rest in different regions, not as a whole.

It was for this reason that when he was camping and resting that night, the news of Yang Long's arrival from Lordaeron was naturally known by everyone who fled from Lordanlun.

Man is a strange creature, and when a group of people who have suffered the same calamity come together, their origins are less important, even if they have almost no chance of knowing each other before they fall.

What's more, with Yang Long's constant questioning of common sense issues, it is obvious that he is a person who has just come to the Stormwind Kingdom, according to the law of refugees fleeing, in the eyes of these Lordaeron traveling merchants, Yang Long is most likely the most miserable kind of refugee.

So just after a day, Yang Long became very familiar with several traveling merchants.

When Yang Long asked about the news over the years, the words in the hearts of these Lordaren people who had suffered misfortune were like open boxes and could no longer be closed.

"After disembarking in the wetlands and entering the kingdom of Kazmodan by land, we were attacked by a dwarven army"

An old man with gray hair about fifty years old and a strength of about the third order. With tears in his eyes, he recalled, "If it weren't for the fact that the dwarven aesthetic is completely different from ours, all the women in the team would have been forcibly captured. ”

The old man who was telling the tragedy was named Bernie, and when they disembarked from the port of Minahir in the wetlands, there were nearly 50,000 people in total, but less than a thousand of them made it to the territory of the Stormwind Kingdom.

I heard that this is because the president of the largest adventurer's guild in the Stormwind Kingdom went to Ironforge Castle, the capital of the Kazmodan Kingdom, to negotiate this issue.

But even so, Bernie's beautiful daughter. Still used as a slave by the dwarven soldiers. Sold to a certain guild adventurer stationed in Ironforge Keep, Bernie tried everything to save his daughter, so he and his wife came to the Stormwind Kingdom.

To make matters worse, Bernie's wife contracted a serious illness on the way. He died before he could reach the Elwyn Forest.

There were about thirty or forty people gathered around Yang Long's side for the bonfire. After hearing Bernie's poignant story. While shedding tears of sympathy, he scrambled to tell his story.

Even in the kingdom of Lordaeron, these civilians of ordinary strength. Life is not so satisfactory, and there is a possibility of persecution by the nobles, but compared to the current refugee life, it is countless times better.

The nobles of Lordaeron, who fancy every beautiful woman with no background, will indeed forcibly snatch and defile it, but for the sake of the nobles' "face", it will also give many benefits to the families of the robbed commoners.

If you encounter some ancient families with high self-cultivation of heirs, although it is impossible for a commoner woman to become a wife, it is no problem to be a concubine or a personal maid.

But after becoming refugees, as long as they are stronger than them, they can be disposed of at will, and they are not as good as pigs and dogs, and it has become a luxury to want to die well.

Perhaps because they are also humans, the Stormwind Kingdom rules in the most gentle way, so although these people have a hard time, they do not have the slightest desire to leave the kingdom.

The Lordaerons, who had nothing, either became cheap labor to make ends meet, or became the lowest cannon fodder to join the local army, or accepted the royal family's employment as laborers.

None of these three options are good.

Therefore, the people of Lordaeron, who did not have much to worry about, and had a little professional strength, chose to become a traveling merchant and worked hard in the Elwyn Forest in order to survive

Late at night, traveling caravans are stationed.

The years of exile had already caused these Lordaerons to witness so much misery and pain that their nerves had become numb, so the stories they had told a few hours earlier had not affected these merchants too much.

After all, the deceased have died, but the living still need to ensure their energy to cope with the life that is not easy.

Located at the western edge of the caravan, Yang Long lay on his back in a caravan, listening to the snoring around him, and couldn't help but worry a little about the future.

The information that has been unearthed since joining the caravan all shows that the current Stormwind Kingdom is actually a stable and prosperous country on the surface, but in fact it is in turmoil.

This is really bad news.

And because of the state structure of the Stormwind Kingdom, when the cause of this turmoil is influenced by the decision-making class of the kingdom, such turmoil is an almost unsolvable problem.

Now that the qi veins have not recovered, Yang Long's strength is only a high-level early stage, it may not be difficult to survive with such strength, but it is impossible to change something.

"Oh, what a headache, damn king, why did I get sick before I came!"

Thinking of his letter as a dependent, Yang Long couldn't help but secretly scold.

Now that Varian Urion is ill and regent, with Berval Vortagen acting as regent, Yang Long's letter cannot be handed over to the king at all, and if it is handed over to the Grand Duke, it will definitely not achieve the effect he expects.

Because this so-called Grand Duke Regent, judging from his achievements over the years, is simply a mess, and there is no bright spot to praise at all.

How can such a mediocre ruler not even be able to make achievements in his own kingdom, how can he have the leisure to care about the life and death of other kingdoms.

Yang Long was very sure that if he handed the letter to the Grand Duke, it was very likely that he would directly ignore the Stormgard Kingdom's request for help, and at the same time, he, the patriarch of the former Lordaeron nobles, would become a messenger with no status.

Thinking of what had been a good plan, but because the situation had changed and turned into a dead letter, Yang Long punched the side wall of the caravan with some annoyance.

Bang -

How could a wooden plank with a thickness of less than a finger withstand Yang Long's punch that was comparable to the strength of the body of a ninth-order beast, and after a crisp sound, it cracked, so there was an extra hole in the side of the caravan with a diameter of more than ten centimeters.

"What's going on over there?!" a group of caravan guards in leather armor happened to patrol the vicinity, and the captain of the guard who took the lead heard the noise and strode over with his team.

Most of these caravan guards were Lordaeron, and they were relatively strong, they were originally part of the private army of Lordaeron nobles, and they had strong combat experience.

After coming to the Stormwind Kingdom, he was scattered by his own masters, and according to the relevant regulations of the Stormwind Kingdom, he scattered to different cities, becoming an escort team under the supervision of the city consul, similar to a mercenary organization, and accepting caravans of different sizes to obtain the corresponding amount of remuneration.

The original Lordaeron nobles relied on the way of the family's private army to obtain a large amount of gold coins to maintain the operation of the family, or to do business or maintain the status quo, and basically lived a relatively upper-class life.

Due to the vast territory of the Stormwind Kingdom, the dispersal of these nobles' private armies throughout the country will not constitute a destabilizing factor for the kingdom's governance, and it is a measure that kills two birds with one stone.

In just half a minute, the escort team found the location where the sound came from, and surrounded the vehicle where Yang Long was, and each guard was on guard.

In recent years, the situation in the Stormwind Kingdom has been unstable, and together with the Elwyn Forest, led by several large bandits, there have been more or less wandering bandits, most of whom are Lordaeron refugees.

After all, not everyone wants to be governed, and there are always some people who are dissatisfied with the status quo and take the mountain as the king of the mountain and the scourge of the party.

In particular, some powerful lone rangers, as well as some unrestrained adventurers, are a very headache for the caravan, and these guards can't help but feel nervous

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