As supplies were exchanged for population, Vanessa prepared a large amount of urgently needed supplies for the Blood Monastery, from swords to food, from clothes to artillery, and she only wanted one, that was the Lordaeron civilians taken in by the other party.

It has been a long time since the Blood Crusader Headquarters received supplies. The Blood Crusader's side knew that the person who came was unknown, but they still attached great importance to this transaction. They no longer cared about the person who was the person who was the transaction. As long as it was still humans or not the undead, it didn't matter whether they were Lordaeron's natives.

As soon as Vanessa got off the warship, a young brown-haired and burly officer walked over.

The other party clenched his fist with his right hand across his chest: "The Blood Crusader welcomes you, respected lady."

The werewolf who led to this transaction introduced her in a low voice.

Vanessa squeezed a smile from the corner of her mouth. When she heard the famous filial son of Azeroth call her "Lady", she felt trembling. Fortunately, her acting skills were online and she covered it up with a smile.

"I'm Reno Moglani."

"Hope Vanessa Struy."

The meeting between the two was very simple. It can be seen that the blood-colored commander named Renault Moglani was very urgent. After the simple welcome ceremony, he would negotiate a deal with her.

"plz follow me."

Vanessa led the other party into her cargo hold. She originally wanted to pull her back to the western wilderness to deal with it, but now that the Bloody Monastery is in urgent need of supplies, she is just using the weapons and equipment robbed from Liberty Town to trade.

She couldn't use it herself, but for the Blood Crusader, these were good equipment.

"I have thirty shells of Lordaeron, and 1,500 shells of the same specification."

"Five hundred swords, thirty muskets, one hundred leather armor, three hundred leather boots, and some food here." Before the transaction, she had asked her subordinates to clean these weapons. Although she could still see some traces of use, it was much better than when she was just confiscated.

Renault Moglani stroked the muzzle, and he could see that these cannons were not new cannons, but it didn't matter. Old cannons have the benefits of old cannons, which were safe and efficient, and could be used after taking them over.

The pirates' weapons are also good. Although they are a little messy, their Blood Crusaders are not regular. Everyone has all kinds of weapons. They can immediately arm hundreds of people if they are fired.

"Very good, noble lady! The Holy Light will bless you!" He wanted this batch of supplies, so much.

The Blood Crusader is a group of fanatical religious soldiers. They have almost no production capacity, no iron ore, and no workers. Faced with a large number of undead legions, their weapons are consumed very quickly. These weapons can at least help them stabilize the current situation.

"Then the civilian I want?" Vanessa asked in a low voice.

The blood-colored commander was a little reluctant, but he nodded to her and the two walked out of the cargo hold quickly.

Lordaeron was once the largest kingdom of mankind, with a population of more than 300,000. As the hinterland of the kingdom, the Tiresfalinland is full of villages and towns of all sizes. The population of these areas easily exceeds one million.

Unfortunately, with the raging natural disasters of the undead, the most prosperous and powerful human kingdom disappeared, and there were no one in a hundred humans hiding in the cracks. Even so, there should be about ten thousand human civilians still on this land.

As the only human resistance organization in Tirisfalinland, Vanessa estimated that the Blood Monastery should have accepted many survivors, so she wanted to take all of these people to the south.

After waiting for a while, she saw the traded goods, the three thousand civilians escorted by the warriors of the Blood Crusader and the senior warrior Herod.

Vanessa said before that it was an old man, a child, and there was no limit on men and women. The Blood Crusader did not want to give her all the middle-aged men, but the problem was that those who could escape the pursuit of the undead were basically young and middle-aged people, and it would be difficult to find a few old men to come out.

He picked and chose, and found a lot of young and middle-aged men who were not suitable for being soldiers and sent it to her, half of them were each of whom and half of them. These people were dressed in rags and were not in good spirits.

Although she knew that the undead plague was rapidly subsided, she asked: "I am not worried about the rest of the place, but people like Lordaeron will not be infected with the plague, right? My fleet will sail south for a long time, if it is brought to the south."

The two-meter-tall warrior Herod was extremely dissatisfied. The strong man who was still shirtless in the north in November weather shouted: "We are all believers of the Holy Light! I promise you that there will be no undead here, not one!"

Bloody commander Renault Moglani saw that Vanessa didn't respond at all, so she could only wink at her subordinates. The next moment, more than thirty priests and paladins walked out of the team, and they sprinkled holy light at the people.

The undead will definitely not be able to accept the holy light. If someone is infected with the plague, he will be discovered immediately.

This wave of holy light purification lasted for half an hour. Vanessa looked at everyone and was very satisfied. None of these people had any problems, at least they were physically fine.

"Okay, very good. Your Excellency Commander and this bloody warrior, arrange your people to unload the goods. May the Holy Light bless you."

"good!"

A day later, Vanessa's fleet set sail again with three thousand Lordaeron civilians, spent most of the way in the land of Tirisfalin, and then went south and replenished supplies in the town of Liberty. The fleet left the waters of Kurtiras and headed towards the western wilderness.

"Where do you think you are going to take us?"

"I heard it was going to the Storm Kingdom in the South"

"Can we still return to Lordaeron in this life?"

"Who knows, it's luck to survive until now."

"I miss my farmland. In the past, we would scold the lords in the fields this month. Now I miss those damn lords, most of them are dead."

"Yes, I heard that all the kings of Lordaeron were dead, and countless people died, alas."

Ordinary civilians have no God's perspective or news channels from big people. The information they obtained is extremely scattered and they don't know what happened outside. They can only follow the crowd blindly, run from the east to the west, and flee from the south to the north. Now they are being sent onto a large ship in a daze, only knowing that they are going to the southernmost part of the mainland.

The civilians are very helpless, but fortunately, the food can be distributed on time. In this day and age, eating a bite is better than anything else.

A one-armed middle-aged man sighed in the cargo hold, his wife taking care of the children.

The two of them once had their own farmland. Middle-aged people would build some farm tools to supplement their household expenses during the slack farming period. The living conditions were not as good as the top, and now they are completely ruined.

"I don't know when this kind of day will end." The wife hugged the child, looked numb and full of fear of the future.
Chapter completed!