More than twenty days later, on the main road to the northern seaside.

The fifty-meter-wide greystone road was crowded with all kinds of refugees, ranging from reckless men with their families, to lonely and miserable weak women, and even nobles with guards in carriages, all of whom were heading at different speeds towards Stratholme, the largest aristocratic fiefdom in Eastern Lordaeron.

Yang Long nibbled on a piece of burnt silver wolf leg meat, and walked relaxed on the eastern edge of the road, staring blankly at the ground as he walked. It seemed a little sluggish, but in fact, Yang Long was concentrating on the qi in his body, causing it to circulate at an accelerated pace and converge on the broken veins of his right arm.

After nearly a month of recuperation, the fragmentary qi veins on his right arm were only barely repaired by a third. Because of the appearance of a delicate body and a good face, there were all kinds of ill-intentioned people who tried to offend Yang Long along the way, and in the end they were all killed by him mercilessly.

From a few ordinary wanderers at the beginning, to the aristocratic lady who wanted to forcibly kidnap Yang Long and become a servant in the end, each of them was brutally and ruthlessly killed by Yang Long. Now, even if they are walking slowly on the edge of the road, the surrounding refugees have taken the initiative to avoid a distance of at least five meters, for fear that this teenager will be angry and kill them.

Yang Long didn't care about this, the fleeing civilians rarely paid attention to their personal hygiene, almost everyone had a smell on their bodies, and it was better to stay away from them. However, because he needed to save a lot of physical strength to deal with emergencies, Yang Long didn't have much time to repair his qi veins.

Along the way, there were robberies and rapes all the time, and for a while, you could see the bodies of slain civilians lying on the side of the road, or women lying on the ground with blank clothes and eyes. At first, there were some people who thought they were righteous who stood up to stop it, but in the end everyone turned a blind eye to it, because there were so many such things.

In this way, the crowd of followers and refugees stopped and stopped, until the sun was about to set, and there was a long-lasting cheer from the top of the mountain a few hundred meters in front of the road, and the crowd of Yang Long's followers slowly crossed the ridge, and their vision suddenly brightened.

Stratholme, it's here!

As early as on the way, Yang Long learned through other people's conversations that Stratholme was the heavyweight city of the Lordaeron Kingdom after the capital. However, given the level of science and technology in this world, Yang Long did not care too much about the so-called "heavyweight" scale.

However, when he saw this majestic city with his own eyes, Yang Long couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by his shallowness. The 20-meter-high wall stretches from the western end to the eastern side of the line, and three 50-meter-high gates stand thousands of meters apart at the end of the fork at the end of the road.

The bustling flow of people through the city gate constantly enters the city, and there is no feeling of being unable to accommodate or blocked. Standing at the top of the hill, Yang Long could see the scenery inside the city walls, with large areas of wooden houses stretching from the edge of the city walls to the end of the sky.

It felt like standing in front of a modern metropolis in his previous life, and Yang Long made a rough estimate, just based on the calculation of a city of this size, even if the housing construction in this world takes up a lot of land, the population of this huge city has almost reached a huge number of about 200,000.

If you count the number of refugees who have been entering the city for so many days, it is very normal to say that there are 7 or 800,000 people.

After a few sighs, Yang Long walked towards the city gate in the center, it has only been two years since he came to this world, but he has already amazed him many times, and now he has a certain resistance to these things.

The distance from the top of the mountain to the city gate is not very far, but in fact, it took more than an hour to reach the gate, which is almost five kilometers away, and by the time you reach the city gate, the night has hung in the sky.

Just as Yang Long was about to enter the city, there was a sudden commotion in front of him, and after dozens of seconds, more than thirty heavily armed guards, under the command of a strong man who was at least two meters tall, pushed the crowd away, giving way to the maids and noble ladies who were walking in the protective circle.

"You're such a nice man! Thank you."

"Thank you, Marquise"

"Please"

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Each maid carried a large basket, followed by several large carriages with a load of about one ton, loaded with steaming snow-white steamed buns, and the maids constantly shuttled between the carriages and the refugees, throwing food at the refugees who kept coming but were firmly blocked by the guards.

After perceiving it a little, Yang Long's face couldn't help but twitch. Most of these more than thirty heavily armed guards were actually third-order professionals, and the aura on the two-meter-tall strong man at the head was extremely powerful, Yang Long couldn't know his specific rank before there was no comparable rank, but judging from the aura strength that exceeded more than ten times that of a third-order powerhouse, it should be a high-level powerhouse.

The maids and guards kept moving forward, and the refugees also involuntarily retreated at the same time, but due to Yang Long's ruthless performance on the way, the refugees gathered around him did not dare to get too close to him while being squeezed away.

At the same time, because he found so many strong people at once, Yang Long was also in a trance. Now that Yang Long, whose strength is improving, one third-order professional is no longer enough, but he will have a hard time facing three third-order powerhouses, and five can only escape.

If the qi veins on his right hand were intact, he might be able to escape from the siege of seven or eight third-order powerhouses, but there was no way to do it now, let alone the powerhouse whose aura alone made him feel extremely powerful.

In a moment's stunned, the surrounding refugees were squeezed away by the guards one after another, revealing the place where Yang Long was standing. Although the body was slender and did not look very old, the long hair of the shawl and the strangely shaped weapon with blood stains on the blade made the guards who had been vigilant and pay attention to the surroundings immediately look at it.

"What man!?put down your weapons!, stand there and don't move!" a third-order guard in his thirties commanded sharply, and as soon as he shouted, everyone subconsciously quieted down, and in this direction, even the noble lady who had been sitting in the middle carriage with her eyebrows tightly knit looked at her with the same curiosity.

After seeing Yang Long, the originally listless lady stared at her beautiful big eyes in surprise, stammered and whispered to herself in disbelief: "That's Brother Bin?"