"What's your name, kid?"

Xia Lan squatted down, stared at the boy's wolf-like purple eyes, and asked with interest.

"thunder……"

Cold sweat broke out on the boy's head. His arm was broken by Luo Wei, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Xia Lan just nodded when he heard it, then stood up, drew out the Wind's Call under Lei's incredulous gaze, and cut the ropes that bound his hands with one sword.

"Captain Heli, I leave this boy to you. He will be a good warrior."

"yes!"

He Li walked forward and pulled Lei, who had not reacted and was still a little dazed, back away.

Xia Lan ignored him and walked to the stone platform and spoke to the former soldiers of the Nine Demons Fleet who were sent here, the families of the current Faox Navy soldiers, the bewildered slaves, and the people of Bailang Island who were watching the fun.

"Everyone, I want to say this now... You are free. You have come to Faox. You don't need to know the glory carried by the Ink Sea Dragon Flag, nor do you need to understand the vastness of the Lord of Truth. You only need to know that Faox allows you to stand up!"

Many people didn't know what Xia Lan was talking about, and Xia Lan didn't want to explain anything anymore. He waved his hand, and those who had just got off the boat were driven back on board. Under the watchful eyes of the residents of White Wave Island, they set sail again, heading for the legendary lost land, Boravice.

The transport was completed by the Blue Dragon Fleet, with half of the Knights and all the militia groups responsible for guarding and preventing the slaves on the ship from rioting.

Xia Lan was going to take the Blackwater Fleet and 500 people from the Silver Deer Legion to visit their northern neighbors and exchange the 3,000 armors brought by the Thirteen Councils, the wine from Bolavis, the goods left by the merchants, and the spices from White Wave Island for food.

As for them not wanting it, sorry, this is free trade...