The huge fleet advanced rapidly on the calm sea. Behind the huge ships were strips of white waves, which were the plowed ocean.
The green battle flag of Kul Tiras is flying on this huge fleet. The image of the anchor is floating in the sea wind, and together with the fully raised sails, there is a whistling sound. It is the sound of this vast sea.
The loudest sound on the sea.
This is the fourth fleet of Kul Tiras. It is the new fleet that was established in the shortest time. When Dai Lin took the first and second fleets to the Eastern Continent to support the imperial war, the third and fourth fleets stayed in Kul Tiras.
Tiras, fight against pirates on surrounding islands, patrol the sea, and protect your country.
As the most powerful naval power, the Kul Tirans call their fleet the "Invincible Fleet". This is not a boast. In fact, the four large fleets in Kul Tiras united in
When they were together, there was almost no one in the entire sea who could match their strength.
Even the Fourth Fleet, which has been established for the shortest time, has more than 25 large battleships, an equal number of troop transports and supply ships, and light battleships used for destroying operations. Its single salvo is enough to capture the walls of a city, although
As a maritime power fleet, it is rare for a fleet to have such a smooth attack opportunity.
And now, the Fourth Fleet is returning at full speed from the overseas territory of Kul Tiras, the large island of Tol Barad, to support the homeland that is attacked by the undead.
The person commanding the Fourth Fleet is 17-year-old Tanred Proudmoore, the third son of King Daelin and Queen Catherine, and the younger brother of Prince Drake and Princess Jaina. A bohemian but very much like Daelin.
Lin's son of the sea.
Tanred and his sister Jaina are twins. They were born only a few minutes apart. For this reason, when he was a child, Tanred often quarreled with Jaina over this issue. He thought that he was the older brother. Jaina
She is the younger sister, but every time Tanred will be beaten to the ground by Jaina, and every quarrel will end with Prince Tanred crying.
But as the two of them grew older, especially after Jaina was sent to Dalaran to learn magic when she was 11 years old, Tanred and his sister met very rarely, but their relationship did not.
Because of the geographical barrier, they became strangers and communicated through letters more frequently. They would share their stories and give each other gifts.
Of course, their older brother, now 26-year-old Prince Drake, occasionally joins them.
"The prince of Lordaeron is pursuing my sister. Bah, is he worthy?"
Tanred leaned on the bridge of the fast-moving ship, facing the sea breeze, his long golden hair flying in the wind, his open captain's uniform, the golden clock pendant hanging around his neck, and the captain's hat with a diagonal strap.
Everything shows Tanred's bohemian nature, but those eyes, those blue eyes, shine with the unique light of the Proudmoore family.
Next to him was the boatswain of the flagship of the Fourth Fleet. This tough sailor drunkenly said to the prince while drinking rum:
"But the prince of Lordaeron is different from you, Tanred, he will inherit the throne in the future, and Princess Jaina marrying a king is barely suitable, right?"
"My sister is the daughter of the sea!"
Tanred curled his lips disdainfully and snorted:
"How can you marry a coward who doesn't dare to expand territory on the sea? Anyway, I don't agree with this marriage. It is said that my brother doesn't agree with it either. He said that we should at least wait until we defeat the undead before we discuss this matter.
thing."
"Saw the lighthouse!"
The pilot standing on the observation deck at the top of the mast shouted loudly: "Left, left! The lighthouse of the Tide Sages is ahead!"
Hearing the navigator's voice, the lazy Tanred was like an awakened lion. He moved his shoulders and put his left hand on the command knife at his waist. He shouted to the sailors running on the deck:
"Alright, boys, load your muskets! Get your artillery ready! The undead are besieging Boralus, our home! They thought they could scare the children of the sea, but now, it's our turn!"
"Show them how powerful the Kul Tirans are!"
"Sing our song, pick up our wine, hold on to our weapons, it's time to go to war!"
Amidst Tanred's roar, the capable sailors sang loudly. What they sang was not the obscene slang sung by the vulgar and weak pirates, nor was it the passionate war song. On the contrary, what they sang was a song that was popular throughout the library.
A ballad in Kul Tiras. It is said that it was written by an unknown composer when Princess Jaina Proudmoore, regarded as the "daughter of the sea" by the entire Kul Tiran people, was born.
The next song.
Its name is "Daughter of the Sea". It is a song full of tenderness and nostalgia. But when they are close to their hometown, this tenderness will not make the soldiers lose their fighting spirit. On the contrary, it will make them feel better.
Full of fighting courage, in order to defend his home.
In the singing of the sailors, the lighthouse of Tiragarde Strait became clearer and clearer. Tanred looked towards the distant sea and could vaguely see the Third Fleet returning from the South China Sea. He was full of confidence at this time, and between the two
With the aid of a fleet of ships, the undead would never be able to invade his country.
But when he was approaching the lighthouse, Tanred noticed the shining light on the lighthouse. It was not the ordinary firelight. On the contrary, the light exuded a strange... purple color on the sea at this time, and along with it
As the ship got closer to the coast of Kul Tiras, a strange mist that had never been seen before began to ripple on the sea.
The surrounding sea breeze also disappeared, and the sea surface was as calm as a dark mirror. The fleet did not seem to be returning home at all, but instead seemed to be sailing into hell under a strange light.
"Something is wrong... the sea is too calm."
Tanred clenched the command knife at his waist, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.
In the ears of every sailor who enters the fog, there is a whisper like the waves hitting the rocks. The more you want to hear the voice clearly, the less clearly you can hear it. Everyone on the deck is looking at it.
It became sluggish, and finally, when the fog was so thick that even Tanred, who was steering the ship, his eyes became sluggish.
The sails of the unattended fleet shriveled up, but even in the absence of sea breeze, the speed of the two fleets still did not weaken, but continued to move forward, like puppets on strings.
In deathly silence, I was sent to another world...
A world ruled by darkness, unknown to anyone, and destined to be forgotten...
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"In the beginning, we were too blind."
A low voice of prayer rang out in the strange-smelling incense. Lord Stormsong, who had escaped from Drustvar two days ago, was wearing the dark red priest robe of the Tide Sage and half-kneeling in the northeastern part of Stormsong Valley.
In the Temple of Storms, this is the temple used by the Tide Sages to worship the sea.
In front of the Lord, there is a statue. The statue has no specific shape and represents the most instinctive awe and worship of the sea by the tide sages. However, in the raw incense, the sculpture can be vaguely seen spreading from side to side.
The tentacles... are like octopuses, and the interior of the Temple of Storms that should be bright is now shining with a dark, gloomy, cold and wet light.
Just like being under the sea, behind the Lord is a group of sincere Tide Sages. Their prayers at this time are to guide the four fleets of Kul Tiras to return safely.
Don’t think that the prayers of the Tide Sages are just a form of pure worship, it’s not! The Tide Sages who worship the sea have obtained mysterious power from the sea. Their prayers can affect the sea wind and currents of the sea, and even smooth out what should be
The violent storm that appeared and the name of the Invincible Fleet of Kul Tiras were largely due to the Tide Sages stationed on the fleet.
Imagine that when fighting on the sea, the crazy storm will destroy your strength, but the enemy will be unharmed in the storm, and even use the power of the storm. What a terrible thing!
But today, this prayer was somewhat strange.
"We are like a flock of panicked sheep that have lost its way."
"We left the chaotic streets of our homes and tried to find a greater existence."
Lord Stormsong knelt half before the statue, and he recited softly:
"Finally, we found the ocean."
"Or, the ocean found us."
With the rise of some kind of power, in the Lord's closed eyes, the situation in Tiragarde Strait at this time was almost vivid. He saw the third and fourth fleets of Kul Tiras trapped under the sea rising.
In the mist that arose, in the crazy whispers, bit by bit by the strange ocean current, it was sent into the gap between reality and illusion.
That's another country...
"While the ocean tides are as turbulent as our home, they are not the finite existence we know."
"Every wave brings casualties, but it also brings food."
"And with food, there is...freedom."
The Lord murmured to himself. Behind him, the will of the sages was penetrated by the deep power of the sea. They chanted ancient scriptures intoxicatedly, making the atmosphere in the temple become even more strange and profound.
"We look for home on the horizon, just like the eyes of sailors looking into the distance day and night."
"We didn't know what we were finding."
"But we know that this place where the sea and the land intersect can protect our children from the noise of the waves."
In the tumbling obscure power, Lord Stormsong opened his eyes and stood up. In front of him, the twisted statue seemed to have a life of its own. The dark light shone and twisted in front of the statue,
The dark light projected the Lord's figure on the ground, causing his figure to become distorted.
Behind him, the low chanting continued.
"We were the first to hear them."
"It wasn't a violent tidal wave surging on the surface...it was a soft whisper, and only we could hear it."
"Whispers reveal the true, unknown power within us."
"The endless tide changes us and allows us to see the truth."
"We are forever changed."
Lord Stormsong's chants became louder and louder, and soon, the sneaky whispers were like thunder, resounding throughout the temple.
The scriptures of the Tide Sages are not as sacred as the scriptures of the Holy Light Church. In fact, they sound more like telling a story.
"It all happened very simply."
“We are gifted to bring fish into our nets and fresh water into our mouths.”
"We...are no longer slaves to the elements."
"We...are the masters!"
After repeated distortions, the dark light on the statue finally formed a strange figure in front of the sincere-looking Lord Stormsong. The dark shadow rose from the calm sea water in front of the statue, like a figure rising from the deep sea.
It rises from below, like it rises from the abyss.
The shadow looked at everything in front of her with an innate arrogance. She listened to this poem, her beautiful face was full of calm, and she seemed to be disdainful of it all.
The Lord knelt on the ground again. This time, he seemed more sincere, because the phantom that appeared in front of him was the Master's "messenger", the Queen who dedicated everything to the Stormsong family, and the source of strength for the Lord's ancestors.
The absolute secret that the Tosong family relies on for their livelihood.
And the deep and strange chanting finally reached its final chapter. The tide sages who were immersed in the power of the sea became even more crazy, and they shouted in unison:
"The wind in our sails is in our hands...the tide pushes us into the night."
"The inhabitants of the abyss cannot harm our hull, they guide our navigation!"
"The guidance of the abyss is becoming clearer and clearer, and they are guiding us home."
“Brand new home.”
"We named that place after the lord to commemorate the gift we received."
"We...are finally home."
At the moment when the high voice became low, the entire psalm was recited, and the power of darkness was like a crazy silhouette, floating in the temple. Lord Stormsong felt the gaze from above his head, and he took a deep breath
A breath of air contains the smell of ocean tides, sea breeze and the abyss.
He lowered his head, like the most loyal guard, and said softly:
"Welcome to you. The beautiful and great...Queen Azshara, my...Queen."
This poem has been slightly modified. The original version is from the records of the Tide Sage in Stormsong Valley. The original version is more interesting. If you are interested, you can search it - well, although WOW has a lot of Cthulhu-style stuff.
, but in this expansion pack, the mission design about the Tide Sage and the Lost Manor in Stormsong Valley is a complete tribute to the Cthulhu mythology. By the way, I like this mythology series very much.
