Mundo Wanjin seemed to be full of hatred for his boss Gallywix, so he gritted his teeth and opened the Developing Stone.
In the bright sunshine, between the blue sky and the sea, a seagull landed on the top of the mast, looking curiously at the bustling crowd below.
The first thing that appeared was the roaring lava, with countless fire elements swimming in the lava.
There was a rumble, like a thunderous sound, and a strong force forced the lava to separate to both sides. The fire elements were frightened and they burrowed into the depths of the lava.
The lava separated for a short time before merging together again.
But this short moment was enough. Everyone noticed that in the depths of the lava, a dazzling white city loomed.
The city is protected by a magic shield, isolated from the hot lava. You can vaguely see magnificent buildings, tall stone statues, and rows of mecha-like creations.
The scene was quiet, astonished by this beautiful Titan city. After a short period of silence, waves of discussion broke out in the crowd. The media staff were writing news quickly as if they were drunk.
draft.
"The greatest discovery since the opening of the Dark Portal."
“Secrets beneath Cajaro volcano revealed.”
"Can Thrall, the savior, return to be the warchief of the Horde?"
"A well-known scholar in Dalaran swears that this titan city was built by Gorganais, the king of the sky and the angry waves, and that the very center of the city is his wave scepter."
Just when everyone was excited, a crisp gunshot sounded.
Half of Mundo Vanjin's head was blown into pieces, and the guards of Booty Bay were searching for the murderer. Mundo Vanjin's death added more credibility to the news.
"What, you said there is a Titan city under the lava?"
The news reached Orgrimmar, and Garrosh finally couldn't sit still and stared at General Nazgrim in stunned silence.
"The news is absolutely true." General Nazgrin said uneasily: "According to the analysis of senior experts, there are at least a hundred Titan mechas in the city. The combat effectiveness of the mechas is equivalent to that of the Titan Guardians. If Thrall takes them away,
, the new tribe is definitely no match."
Garrosh punched the armrest and said angrily:
"If Thrall gets this city, we will all die. Order all fleets to set sail, send out all our airships, no matter who comes, anyone who blocks us will die. Titan City can only belong to me."
General Nazgrim knew that the matter was of great importance and hurriedly went down to make arrangements. Garrosh gradually calmed down and ordered the guards to temporarily stay away from visitors and enter a state of meditation.
"Great Lord, I am your most loyal servant Garrosh. Hell roars. Orgrimmar is in a precarious situation. The orcs are facing life and death. Please give me the power to destroy the world and help your servant.
Get through it.”
Mysterious slang sounded in Garrosh's ears, like countless women whispering, as if they had encountered something happy, and the women laughed.
One of the women stopped laughing and said seriously:
"Garrosh, you must be careful. What Wrathion is best at is lies and deception. Only a clear and calm mind can see through his conspiracy."
Garrosh blinked and asked in surprise: "Great Master, is this all a lie?"
The woman's voice became more majestic:
"You are wrong, Garrosh. What Wrathion is best at is 70% lies and 30% truth. You can't believe it and you can't disbelieve it. The fire is all under your control. Go ahead, Son of Hellscream, Purify Ai
The glory of Xerath awaits you."
The Lord's revelation ended here, and Garrosh fell into thinking.
Is it a conspiracy or a trick?
Garrosh suddenly thought of something and cursed himself for being an idiot.
If the Cajaro volcano erupts, the fleet approaching the Cozan Islands will be in danger.
You must not make a desperate move. If Orgrimmar's navy is completely wiped out, you will regret it, but you cannot just let it go, lest you miss the fight for the Titan City.
Garrosh weighed it for a long time, and after careful consideration, he first ordered Nazgrin to stop operations and maintain the current fleet size of the Kezan Islands, and then ordered:
"Let Baine Bloodhoof and Sylvanas come to see me."
Neither the tauren nor the centaurs liked the ocean. Baine Bloodhoof endured the discomfort caused by the rocking of the ship and climbed onto the deck step by step.
Sylvanas stood on the bow of the ship, like a straight javelin, with a heroic posture.
Although they are not as seasick as Bane, they still have a dislike for the ocean. The Forsaken are water-hating creatures, and sea water will accelerate the decay of their bodies.
"Dark Queen, this is really a chore, isn't it?" Bain complained angrily, grabbing the deck with all his strength.
Sylvanas responded calmly: "Do you have a choice?"
Bain touched the horns of the bull and became even more convinced that he was a tauren:
"Okay, I understand Garrosh's purpose, to use us as poor cannon fodder to test the reality of Mount Kayaro. Although we can't refuse, we hope to join forces secretly."
Bain secretly looked at the great mage Antonidas hiding in the shadows. An archmage who was proficient in teleportation, he could ensure the leader's safety to the greatest extent.
Sylvanas turned around, leaned forward slightly, and asked with a smile: "Son of Kane, the premise of all cooperation is win-win. What price can you pay?"
Bain looked at the Queen of Darkness blankly, not knowing what to say.
"Son of Kane, you should know how to swim, right?" Sylvanas smiled maliciously.
Baine blushed and was rejected by Sylvanas, so he could only go back to the cabin to sleep in anger.
The tauren's physical advantages cannot be used in sea battles, so Bain can only endure it for the time being.
Sylvanas looked at Bain's back and said sarcastically: "Look, the moving rations can even complain. The tauren have never corrected their position."
Antonidas echoed in a low voice: "In addition to serving as military rations, their souls and bones are very good materials for building the Forsaken."
The lookout on the mast sent word that a fleet of ships had been spotted.
Sylvanas raised the telescope, but unfortunately she couldn't see anything. Fortunately, Antonidas was there, using the Mage's Eye to conduct reconnaissance, and quickly locked the target.
"Your Majesty, this is the troop transport fleet of Gilneas. They only have one warship."
Sylvanas's eyes lit up and she said with a proud smile: "I was lucky enough to meet Greymane, an old wolf. I ordered the fleet to prepare for battle and sink the opponent."
Almost at the same time, Greymane also discovered the Forsaken fleet.
After his beloved son Prince Liam was kidnapped by Sylvanas, King Greymane has been wallowing in grief and personally executed several leaders of the rebels.
Ironically, after the attrition of the civil war, the number of soldiers was greatly reduced, and there was no need to build ships. The survivors of Gilneas sailed to Darnassus.
Unfortunately, due to bad luck, we encountered the Forsaken fleet halfway.
"Damn it, is it Sylvanas?"
Greymane was shocked. Gilneas's fleet only had one flagship warship, and the Forsaken had at least twenty.
"Is this the end of Gilneas' history?"
Greymane's heart instantly sank to the bottom of the sea.
At this moment, a mysterious voice sounded in Greymane's ears.