In the creation stories of many civilizations, there are records of the destruction of the world by floods. The writers of those creation stories seemed to use this form of moving mountains and filling seas to show the greatness of the gods and the terrifying power of the gods.
of anger.
This kind of story sounds quite epic, but when it actually happens, it's really not fun at all...
The warships of Kul Tiras' third fleet are considered advanced warships in the entire world of Azeroth. They use the best and thickest oak as the hull, and the interior is made of magic-forged metal as the keel, paved with three to four layers.
On each deck, there are storm spells carved by the sages from the Tide Temple. Each battleship is also equipped with an astonishing number of artillery and thermal weapons. The displacement of such a battleship is at least 1,200 tons.
The displacement of a flagship like the Jackdaw easily exceeds 2,000 tons.
But such a battleship, which is so heavy that it is unimaginable for mortals, is like the most insignificant toy in the tsunami set off by Queen Azshara at this time. It is pressed into the sea by the surging tide as easily as the hand of a giant.
In the hundreds of tons of sea water, after experiencing suffocating submersion, he was violently thrown out of the sea by the subsequent rolling sea. He even broke away from the sea for a few seconds and flew into the sky, under the sea.
Under the control of his hand, it flipped over for a few weeks and then hit the sea hard again.
The crew of the entire Third Fleet seemed to be experiencing a terrible experience like flying on the turbulent waves.
Several storm sages on the Jackdaw were praying crazily to the tide below the deck. The strange tidal power they possessed shrouded the battleship in a different way, like a layer of strong wind and water.
The invisible barrier formed by it allows the tsunami to surge wildly, and the huge power can always be resolved by the power of Feng Shui outside the battleship, without damaging the integrity of the entire battleship.
But this was for the battleship itself. The sailors on the battleship were not so lucky. In the turbulence of the first big wave of tide, Colonel Taylor lost a quarter of the men on the deck.
The unlucky guy was thrown out of the storm barrier when the ship turned over, and was thrown into the terrifying hell-like tidal whirlpool, disappearing almost in the blink of an eye.
Colonel Taylor, who was trapped on the mast, was soaked all over, like a drowned rat in embarrassment. Fortunately, the elf children sent aboard were all placed below the deck, and they might suffer.
, but as long as you are not extremely unlucky, you will definitely not die.
Colonel Taylor was breathing hard amidst the waves of tsunamis that were rare in a century. He was sent to Kul Tiras by the Kingdom of Stormwind to learn navigation when he was very young. He followed Admiral Dailin and participated in
In the last battle against the old tribe, he also participated in the naval battle of Whispering Port, but no war had ever made him feel as fearful as his current situation.
He raised his head, and the gorgeous sky that was previously shrouded by the golden-red sunset was shrouded in thick clouds at that moment, as if a powerful magician was calling for the strategic magic of the storm, a blue and white sky.
Lightning danced in the dark clouds, and it seemed like a terrible heavy rain could fall at any moment.
However, this was not what Taylor was most concerned about at this time. In the extremely uncomfortable bumps, Taylor looked back at Auberdine with difficulty...
The elf city where he had been stationed for more than a month, that quiet and beautiful city with such a pleasant environment that always reminded him of his hometown... is gone!
The port city of Auberdine, built on the edge of the Black Sea Coast, has been completely submerged by the first wave of ferocious tsunami. Like the fists raised by the angry sea, it easily destroyed Auberdine.
It was a solid city wall, but between the waves of turbid waves, Taylor could vaguely see the tragic scene of the submerged Auberdine being completely crushed by the tide.
Those elves are like ants in a soup pot, struggling in the tide that they can't resist at all. Surrounding them are the wreckage of ships that have been completely smashed. If a wave of waves hits them, all this will disappear without a trace.
Without a trace, they would sink into the cold seawater, let the fishy seawater pour into their nostrils, squeeze out the last trace of air in their lungs, and then suffocate to death in excruciating pain.
Drowning... This is the most painful of all ways to die, and now, this pain has enveloped the entire Auberdine sky in the form of a disaster.
"Oh my god, my god..."
A qualified veteran who has experienced countless wars can only sigh in meaningless pain at this moment. Of course he wants to save those innocent people, but he can't... As this terrible tide continues to roll inward.
In the process, he may not even be able to save himself.
"Colonel! The general is there!"
Next to Taylor, a sailor who also tied himself to the mast pointed at the rolling sea surface in the cold storm and shouted loudly. Taylor turned his head suddenly and saw the sea surface not far from the Jackdaw.
Above, the naked Tanred was holding Xingge, carrying two children on his back, floating with difficulty in the tide.
"Holy light is above!"
A light of joy flashed in Taylor's eyes. He quickly pulled out his knife and cut the rope around him. Then he picked up a rope with a floating ring on the deck and shouted to other sailors:
"What are you still doing? Come and help!"
A dozen sailors immediately ran over, and they tied the rope with the hook lock and floating ring on Colonel Taylor. The brave major took a deep breath, and then quickly rushed out of the deck as the battleship floated.
, entered the water in a standard posture, and then swam hard in the direction of Tanred in the surging cold tide.
Tanred, who was floating up and down in the cold water, had excellent water skills, but with Xinge and two children in tow, he couldn't maintain his balance in the water. However, a person's desire to survive in a desperate situation is extremely strong.
Big, Tanred was able to accurately capture the position where Major Taylor fell into the sea amidst the malicious lapping of the surrounding tide. While Taylor swam towards him, Tanred also used all his strength to drag Xing Geyou along.
To Taylor.
"Hold on! Anna, kids, hold on! We are almost saved..."
Tanred's blond hair was wet and stuck to his forehead in an awkward manner. He tried his best to turn around and smiled at the nearly unconscious Moon Priest:
"Don't even think about leaving me this time, Tiana... you will be mine for the rest of your life."
Xingge looked at Tanred who was trying to smile at her, and an extreme emotion burst out in the trainee priest's heart. In this desperate situation of natural disaster, she finally broke through the prison of faith, and she decided...
.She wants to leave here with Tanred.
The premise is that if they can still survive...
"General, I've got you!"
At this time, Taylor's hand finally clasped on Tanred's arm. The colonel waved wildly towards the battleship in the tide. The next moment, the rope wrapped around him tightened, dragging three adults and
The two poor elf children struggled to move towards the Jackdaw, which was rolling endlessly in the tide.
Hundreds of meters away on the sea, Queen Azshara leaned comfortably on her gem-encrusted throne. The octopus-like tentacles of her lower body rested lazily on the edge of the throne. Around her waist, the
The tidal scepter, which easily set off a great tide that destroyed the entire Black Coast, was hanging there like the most beautiful pendant.
This luxurious deep-sea throne was carried by the eight strongest Naga royal guards and moved quickly towards the Black Coast in the rolling tide. Behind Queen Azshara's throne, nearly a million people were mobilized.
The Nagas are following their queen under the deep sea to the holy land of the betrayer night elves. After ten thousand years, the world that was taken away will eventually return to the queen's hands, and this time, Azshara will not be lost again.
It's up.
"Um...who is that?"
Queen Azshara, who was bored, suddenly noticed Tanred and his party struggling to survive on the sea hundreds of meters away. A trace of curiosity and a trace of undisguised malice flashed in her blood-red eyes.
"I smelled a disgusting smell from him... That's the smell of the enemy of the deep sea, that's the smell of Dai Lin."
The queen's eyes fell on Tanred, she shook her head, stretched out her finger dotted with gems, and flicked in Tanred's direction as if to ward off flies:
"The disgusting Dai Lin destroyed seven of my cities and killed nearly 150,000 of my people... I took his son's life. Isn't this a matter of course?"
Amid a burst of deep laughter, less than 150 yards below the surface of the Jackdaw, a wildly surging tide rushed to the surface from under the deep sea. In an exclamation, Tanred, Taylor,
Xinge and the two children were hit head-on by the tide, and the figures of the five people suddenly rushed into the sky from the rolling sea. In the dizzying rotation, the arms held by Taylor and Tanred were forcibly separated.
.
"Take my hand! Take it! Tanred! Take it!"
Taylor waved his hands wildly in the air, trying to catch Tanred and Xingge who were rushing towards the other side. Tanred held his lover in one hand and grabbed Taylor frantically with the other hand.
But in the end, the two hands covered with cold water were separated forever by the slightest difference.
"No!"
In the roar of Colonel Taylor who fell into the water again, he could only watch in despair as Tanred and Xingge fell further into the sea, but the two children were beside him, and Taylor gritted his teeth, he was in the water
He untied the rope from his body, wrapped the rope around the two children, then took a deep breath and swam towards the place where Tanred fell.
On the other side, in the shock of falling into the sea again, Tanred held Xingge tightly in his arms. He withstood the impact of falling into the water from a high altitude, and two streams of blood flowed from Tanred's nostrils.
When he came out, Tanred felt a pair of cold fingers brushing his cheek. When he opened his eyes, he saw Xingge using a strange turquoise halo in the sea water.
Looking at him with eyes full of tenderness.
In his blurred vision, the elf he loved so much was so beautiful...
"Remember the question you asked me just now? My Tanred..."
"My answer is... yes, but I hope you live well, Tanred... I will bless you in another world, my love... don't, don't forget me
..."
Xingge's trembling and helpless voice sounded in Tanred's heart. She finally left a cold kiss on Tanred's forehead. The next moment, the power of the trainee priestess blew gently on Tanred's body.
Above, the weak power of starlight pushed Tanred, who was slowly falling into the sea, to the surface of the sea in an impact-like manner. Xingge himself, under the influence of the impact, moved faster and faster.
Falling quickly into the dark depths.
Tanred stretched out his hand, trying to catch his lover, but in his increasingly blurred vision, he could only see Xinge's white dress floating in the cold deep sea, just like the wind.
The hem of her skirt was just as beautiful as when he first saw her on the dock in Auberdine...
"Wow"
A hand like a pair of iron pincers finally grasped the arm of Tanred, who had fallen into coma. The panting Taylor looked at the still-living general. The colonel breathed a sigh of relief with difficulty. The tide around him was still rolling, but he still looked at the general.
It was much calmer than the huge tsunami that destroyed the world before.
Probably because the goal has been achieved, Azshara has never set off a devastating tsunami. However, under the power of the Tidal Scepter, the sea level of the Sea of Mists is rising at a crazy speed. Within ten minutes,
After drifting, the helpless Colonel Taylor was pulled onto the deck by the surviving sailors, along with their general who was unconscious and seriously injured.
Standing on the deck, Taylor took the telescope with trembling hands. Under the still gloomy sky, Taylor looked in the direction of the Black Coast... There is no longer a Black Coast. The rising sea level has wiped out everything on the Black Coast.
They were all submerged, almost all the way up the mountain range that intersected with Felwood, as if... it was as if it was going to completely submerge the mountain range, and finally reach Mount Hyjal.
"Crazy...this is crazy!"
Taylor, who had cold hands and feet, put down his telescope, turned around and said to the equally confused sailors behind him:
"As the temporary commander of the Third Fleet, I will alert the empire's garrison in Felwood and Ashenvale theaters as quickly as possible... and tell them that a big flood is coming..."