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Sailors covered in sour stinking sailors weave through the streets of the port district. The apex update was the fastest, and they walked in groups of three or five, walking towards the ubiquitous shops with inn markings. In this world, hotels often take on the functions of catering, entertainment, and accommodation. So, most of the hotels are doing good business.

A number of scantily clad and demonic human women scratched their heads at the door of the inn. Whenever a pedestrian passed by, they would use frivolous words or other methods to attract the attention of the men. When the men moved, they would follow the women to the interior of the inn.

Walking down the street, Locke was like a striking beacon, and the timid man went straight into the shops on both sides and observed himself through the cracks in the planks. And those who are bold stand in the way on either side and bow to themselves. The women in front of the inn, they would look at them with a smile, and when they didn't intend to see them, they would come to kiss or something.

Both Bridget and Shiloh can turn a blind eye to the existence of this kind of skin business. This is a profession that has existed in this world for hundreds of years. No one thinks anything about it, not even women, they don't think there's anything wrong with it. It's just that Bridget will look at them with disdain. Shiloh, on the other hand, nodded to the women one by one with a loving expression, like an archbishop of the Holy Light.

Perhaps that's the case with the Church of Light in the port, sucking blood from these poor women.

It's just that as soon as he secretly damaged the Church of the Light, Locke saw people dressed as tax collectors, collecting money from the prostitutes standing there one by one.

Seeing the women and the tax collector bargaining skillfully, Locke smacked his lips and strode away.

Although he felt a little uncomfortable, Locke was trying to adapt. Just as rats have rat paths, every row has a reason for existing.

As a lord of the region, most of the taxes he collects are used to improve the local people's livelihood and strengthen the army. In this world where order collapses, they are their backers, and only if they don't fall, can this land continue to prosper, and they can survive.

As for this tax, it is their duty to seek their own protection.

Yes, that's all Locke can think of. The education he received in his previous life always restrained him all the time. So much so that he had to use all kinds of excuses to gradually untie the shackles that bound him. To this day, his bottom line is constantly being lowered, and he doesn't know what kind of person he will become in the end.

Maybe become a person who will stop at all means in order to achieve an end?

Just as Locke was pondering this question, several soldiers on war horses came across the street corner in front of him. Countless people cursed and dodged their path.

When the knights saw Locke, they began to slow down, and the sound of the horses running gradually became quieter.

Locke looked up and saw that the front was already guarded by the large shields in the hands of the guards. Through the gap, he saw the Lordaeron robes worn by the soldiers, and the striking rudder of the mountain in the upper right corner informed the army to which the person belonged.

Iva's Navy.

The leading second lieutenant quickly jumped off his horse, he came to the fully armed guards line, saluted and shouted, "Great lord, Colonel Maslan has an emergency to report to you." But due to the urgency of the situation, he cannot come to see you. The Colonel wants you to get to the docks. ”

Hearing the urgency, Locke instantly stepped out of the guards' protection, and after saluting the second lieutenant in return, he asked, "What kind of emergency is it?!" ”

"A second-class battleship with the Kurtilas Navy on it was outside our harbor, and they asked to sail into it. And repairs and maintenance are carried out in our ports. ”

"Kurtilas? Battleships of the second rank? Locke muttered to himself, a little unsure. At the time of his crossing, Kurtilas had not yet appeared in World of Warcraft. And they have been in this world for a few years, and they have never taken the initiative to contact themselves. What's more, because of his disappointment with the Alliance, Kul Tiras, who had long since cut off his ties with the Alliance, how could he be here now?

"Is there only one battleship?" Locke asked carefully, "Are there no other ships?" ”

"No," the lieutenant nodded affirmatively, and then he added, "and when I came to report the news, the colonel was already on his way to the battleship. ”

Getting the news he wanted, Locke let the ensign leave. Led by Berg, the group sped up their path.

"Which of you knows about a second-class battleship?" As he went, Locke asked the others behind him. As a landlubber, he didn't understand what that meant. But Maslan did not come to meet him, but ran to the battleship, which means that the ship must be large.

The others shook their heads at the question, Bridget was a paladin. Shiloh used to be a priest, and as for Berg, he was just a small country aristocrat. Even the soldiers around him who served as guards were the sons of farmers or the old soldiers of the former kingdom, and they were all inlanders.

"Okay, let's speed up. Go see the second-class battleship! ”

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The huge sails of the Theramore logo were slowly lowered from the mainmast, and large white sails with the Lordaeron logo were raised from the ship.

Although they did not understand why the queen did this, the sailors on board obeyed the order.

Not only that, but the golden-white trimmed robes on their bodies were also replaced, with white as the main color, a large Lordaeron mark in the center, and only a very narrow iron anchor mark in the upper right corner.

This robe represents the Thelamor under the leadership of the Lordaeron Alliance.

Although the Lordaeron Alliance now exists in name only, and the main force of the alliance has also shifted to the Stormwind Kingdom in the south, this robe has been retained by the Serramos, perhaps because most of the Seramans are Lordaeron.

Gianna couldn't take her eyes off the huge second-class battleship in front of her, and the huge iron anchor marked with the green mark of the big sail on the battleship made Gianna feel so dazzling.

It was her homeland, where there were her relatives, and there were the people of Kul Tiras, who were proud and proud of her. Now, all of that has gone up with the war on the continent of Kalimdor.

Now she didn't even dare to unfurl the flag of Theramore, and she had wondered countless times what she would do when she faced that flag again. However, she retreated. To this day, she can't convince herself that what she did that day was right or wrong, and she can't understand what her father said.

She just thinks that alliances and tribes don't have to be wars to decide the defeat of one side or the other. Peace also has the potential to blossom with hope on this afflicted planet.

It's just that what happened that day was far beyond my control.

"Whew," Gianna lowered her head, the heavy blue hood cloth covering her forehead. In any case, he failed the people of Kul Tiras, and the sailors who died on the east coast of Kalimdor.

I will always be shackled under this heavy shackle, and no one can understand why I am doing it.

The huge battleship in front of her slowly sailed into the harbor, and a small boat appeared in front of hers.

"Your Majesty, the pilot ship of the port of Iva is coming to lead our course... Do we still want to go in? The soldier asked hesitantly.

The sound of the soldiers woke her out of her trance, and she looked up to see that the big ship was already preparing to enter the channel.

"Obey the pilotship," Gianna whispered, "when we get to the port." If the soldiers want to disembark, they must change their clothes and do not wear army clothes. ”

Gianna's trembling hands clenched slowly to avoid inappropriate behavior in front of her subordinates, "Try not to be with.... The people of Kul Tiras.....

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"Oh, there are so many boats here. But they're all merchant ships, and if we fire a shot, everything here will be destroyed... Hey, think about it...."

"And goblins here? These little greenskins have always been synonymous with pirates! If it had been in Kurtiras, they would have sunk their ship! ”

"Oh! Look at that. There's also an elven merchant from Quel'Thalas! Oh, and that elf gave me a flying kiss! ”

"This port is really busy, much livelier than our port in Kul Tiras."

"Fenna! Look! Tasha pointed to the hugely prosperous harbor in front of her in shock, and soon she withdrew her arm to cover her face, rubbing it vigorously, and then continued to look with wide eyes. Oh, my God! I'm really not doing it... Dream!! ”

The wide docks stretch all the way into the deep sea, and the leveled docks are filled with all kinds of boxes and cargo. A long line of human men was walking towards the outside of the docks with their goods on their shoulders.

Looking to the sides of their huge warship, all the surrounding merchant ships were hoisting boxes of cargo off the ships with mechanical hoisting machinery on the docks.

Rows of pedestrians walked on the pier pier, busy pedestrians, and no one even looked up at their big ship!

Is this still the Lordaeron Kingdom in their impressions?

Listening to the words of the sailors on the ship, who were lying on the side of the ship and looking down, Maslan was naturally triumphant.

With his hands behind his back, he paced to Fenna and the others, and after listening to Tasha's surprised words for a moment, he couldn't help but interject.

"Ma'am, you must not have been back to Lordaeron for a long time."

Colonel Marslan stood on the stern of the ship, and he said with a smile that could not be concealed, "We Lordaeron are not what we used to be, if you have time, you can take a walk around our control area." Its development is even better than before the war. ”

"Colonel Marceland," Fenna quickly recovered from the shock, and she had more important things to ask than that.

"Can you guarantee that High Lord Harvey will hire us for this ship? Our battleship...."With a long puff of air, Fenna asked nervously, "The cost of a second-class battleship is huge.... Comparable to an army wing...."

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