"It will gradually get better, the Holy Light will protect us." A slightly unfamiliar voice sounded beside their ears.

The one-armed middle-aged man and his wife looked over together and found a young woman they didn't recognize.

The three thousand civilians came from various villages and towns in the Tirisfal Forest. Few of them knew each other. They were all poor people who survived the catastrophe.

The wife replied casually: "Yes, yes, it will get better."

From the corner of his eye, he took a look at the woman in front of him. Her hair was disheveled and her face was covered with mud, but the exposed skin on her face and wrists was very delicate.

Which noble lady is it? The mentality of hating the rich has long since disappeared. She knows very well that peasant women like her have a higher chance of surviving than these noble ladies these days. Without the protection of power, this kind of rich lady basically has no good ending. .

"Shut up!" She was about to say something when suddenly the one-armed husband beside her gave her a hand.

Only then did she realize that the cabin suddenly fell silent. Many soldiers rushed into the cabin with weapons in hand, stood in two rows, and forced a passage through the crowd. Afterwards, the ship, or the owner of the fleet, Walked down slowly.

For the owner of the fleet, the civilians have naturally discussed it in private, and even discussed it many times.

In the November weather, the owner of the fleet only wore a delicate light red robe, with his navel, collarbone and neck exposed. This was not to say that he was too poor to wear clothes, but a symbol of strength.

People are not afraid of the cold at all! The owner of this fleet is a young but powerful female Transcendent! This is the consensus of many common people.

All the civilians quickly lowered their heads, wondering what this big man was doing in the cabin.

The wife of the one-armed middle-aged man was a little more courageous. She glanced forward out of the corner of her eye and found that a soldier on the boat was whispering something to the red-robed woman. The red-robed woman nodded slightly. looked over.

Her eyes collided with those of the red-robed woman in the air, and she bowed her head in fright.

The one-armed husband gave her a tug, but before she could react, she raised her head slightly, just in time to see the woman in the red robe walking towards her.

This time she was terrified, trembling, not knowing what to say, until her one-armed husband gave her another hand, and she mechanically walked aside, only then did she realize that the woman in the red robe was not looking at her, but the woman from before. The noble lady who interrupted.

They know each other? She sighed in her heart, and was about to take back what she said before. After all, the nobles are still better than the common people. When they are unlucky, they may be very unlucky, but when luck comes, they can rise quickly.

Vanessa didn't know that a peasant woman had so many mental activities at this time, and she didn't care. The thieves under her command reported to her that someone was smuggling into the country. After some investigation, they found that it was actually a priest, which immediately attracted her attention.

Priests are a scarce resource, she thought so when she traveled here, and she still thinks so today.

There are more priests and paladins in the Scarlet Crusade. This is because Lordaeron was the largest country of mankind before. Priests and paladins must work together to survive under the threat of the undead, so there are only relatively many of them. Rich enough to send her a few priests.

The fact is that these 3,000 civilians are 100% civilians. They don't have any occupations. Among them, there are few people with skills such as blacksmiths, carpenters, and tailors. Most of them are farmers and women.

Now a pastor suddenly appeared, she is still quite strange.

This young woman was not among the previous three thousand and had apparently sneaked up while they were unloading the freighters.

The peasant woman can discover the aristocratic status of the other party, not to mention Vanessa, she can tell at a glance that the dirt on the other party's face is a cover. In this medieval environment, the other party's hair and skin are not what ordinary people can have.

From the age, location, holy light and some appearance characteristics, Vanessa roughly confirmed the identity of the other party, but she didn't expect the other party to come to her boat!

Shouldn't she be learning the way of the Holy Light from Archbishop Alonsus Fao who has become an undead? What does it mean to come on board by oneself?

"Ma'am, please come with me." Vanessa stretched out her hand to signal, the young woman knew she was exposed, she sighed softly, and could only keep up.

After combing the messy hair a little, she followed Vanessa out of the cargo hold at a leisurely pace.

They walked all the way to the bow, Vanessa waved the thieves back, and then looked at the young woman again.

The other party looked at the sea with some embarrassment.

"His Royal Highness." Vanessa lowered her head slightly while observing the other party's reaction.

The young woman opened her mouth to speak, but she didn't know where to start. After more than a minute, she said, "I am no longer a princess, I am just a poor man with a broken family."

Seeing her admitting her identity, Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief, as long as she admits it, if she doesn't admit it, she can't force it.

Seeing that the other party was quite wary of her, she took out the shield she used most comfortably during this time to say something: "Your Highness may not know, but I am Jaina's friend."

Talk about Jaina every day, keep Proudmoore shut, use Jaina's name to swindle and deceive, and forcibly create a large industry. This is Jaina's false best friend, Miss Vanessa VanCleef.

Growing up together, the sisters have a deep love, and they almost became relatives. The two women share the same fate, and the two women are betrayed by the man they value most at the same time~lightnovelpub.net~ This is Jaina's real best friend Miss Calia Menethil.

She is also Alsace's sister, and now the only heir to the throne of Lordaeron.

"Jianna?!" Calia Menethil was obviously stunned when she heard the name. She never expected to hear the name of her friend here and now.

"Is she... is she okay? I heard about her and her father, it was a tragedy."

Vanessa didn't bring Proudmoore's saber and ring when she came out this time, because she was worried about being chased by the Kul Tirans. She didn't have props to prove her friendship with Jaina, but she had Jaina's contact information.

The magic communication was quickly connected. Even at the legendary level, Jaina did not relax her studies. She was lying on the bed in the middle of the night and was still studying with a thick book.

"What's the matter? Contact me so urgently?" She turned the page casually and said casually.

"Jianna... Long time no see..." Calia looked at her girlfriend, her voice choked up.

"Oops!" Judging from the magic communication, Jaina showed a cute dazed expression, and the thick book hit her face directly. Looking at the thickness of the book, Vanessa felt her face hurt.

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