Tandre lay on his back on the deck. He had never seen such a blue sky, like a pure sapphire.
Azeroth is full of bloodshed. For as long as Tandre can remember, he has been dealing with pirates and murderers. He has experienced all kinds of intrigues and intrigues, and his hands are inevitably stained with blood.
Every time Tandre looked up at the sky, he always felt that the sky of Azeroth was filled with the aura of killing.
The floating white clouds are blood stains that cannot be broken away, the warm sea breeze carries the nauseating smell of blood, and the terrible storm is like the souls of the dead sinking to the bottom of the sea crying and wailing.
When faced with the terrifying monster created by Wrathion, although Tandre was unwilling to do so, his first thought was to be free and return to the embrace of the sea.
Unexpectedly, a miracle happened, and the fleet of Kul Tiras was brought to this strange world by mysterious power.
The fleet is floating on the ocean. There is no night here, and the passage of time cannot be felt. The fresh water in the cabin is always full, and the food seems to be endless.
There was no wind, frost, rain or snow, no sunrise or sunset, no scary marine life, and even common diseases did not come.
One soldier couldn't help but committed suicide, but soon appeared on the deck intact.
After such a long period of time, everyone feels tired, loses the goal of life, and just lets the ship drift on the sea.
Tandre lay on the deck basking in the sun every day, passing the time boredly. I don't know how long it took, but finally a stranger came to visit.
Robbie took off his hat and saluted Tandre, and asked calmly: "Brave Kul Tiran people, are you getting used to it?"
Tandre stood up in a hurry, first reaching for the scimitar at his waist out of habit, but then gave up, realizing that the existence he was facing was not something that the scimitar could fight against, so he returned the greeting respectfully.
"Dear stranger, thank you for saving my fleet. Where is this place?"
Robbie wanted to tell him that this was a parallel world in Azeroth, and that because of the lack of certain important laws of time, all kinds of weird situations occurred.
But in this way, Tandre found it difficult to accept and understand, so Robbie changed his words: "You can think that this is a time vortex outside the storm."
There was nothing unexpected about Tandre. He was a general who considered tactics and killing techniques. What was the time vortex? He had no interest in finding out.
"Thank you again for your help. When can we go home?" Tandre asked without hope, trying to be as tactful as possible to avoid irritating the other party.
The ocean is full of weird legends, such as the eternal palace of Queen Azshara and the dark empire of the ancient god N'Zoth. Tandre secretly guessed Robbie's origin.
Robbie explained: "Don't get me wrong, this is not eternal imprisonment. Jaina controls the heart of the fleet. If I let you go back, will you be able to get rid of her entanglement?"
Tandre couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Jaina had the ability to teleport away the Kul Tiran fleet. This unimaginable power was not something he could resist.
"What will happen to Kul Tiras if we don't go back? Who will protect our people?"
Robbie smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will tell the whole of Azeroth that if someone invades the territory of Kul Tiras, the invincible fleet will return from the storm. The secret deterrence is better than the overt one."
Threats are more effective."
Tandre sighed: "I hope so. As long as Kul Tiras is safe, I am willing to live here forever."
Robbie shook his head and said, "You won't have to wait too long. Remember, when you hear a girl singing Daughter of the Sea, it's the day to go home."
Darnassus.
After many days of sailing and overcoming numerous difficulties, the Gilneas finally arrived at the port of Darnassus.
Greymane gently stroked his beard, walked ashore along the wooden plank, stepped on the solid ground with his feet, and finally let go of his hanging heart.
After encountering the Forgotten fleet, he abandoned the troop transport and fled. He couldn't help but feel a little sad, and secretly felt sorry for those soldiers.
But Greymane will not regret it. The life of a king far exceeds that of soldiers and people. As long as he is alive, even if he is the only one left, Gilneas will not be destroyed.
Beretha Starwind held the Scythe of the Moon and followed Greymane ashore, followed by a ghost wolf.
A night elf druid had been waiting for a long time. He was a disciple of Malfurion and said politely: "King Greymane, welcome to Darnassus."
Neither Malfurion nor Tyrande came forward to greet him. Greymane was a little unhappy. The disciple said apologetically: "I'm very sorry. When the Gilnean fleet entered Darnassus for the first time, we prepared
A grand welcome ceremony, but this time everything can only be kept simple."
Greymane asked in surprise: "How is it possible? I should be the first Gilnean to arrive in Darnassus. By the way, you just mentioned the fleet."
The disciple glanced at Greymane in confusion and quietly turned away.
A familiar face strode over, and Darius gave Greymane a firm hug: "Your Majesty the King, I am very happy to see you arrived in Darnassus safely."
Greymane was startled, as if seeing a ghost, and asked in surprise: "Are you a human or a ghost?"
Darius narrowed his eyes, his eyes shining with sharp light: "Your Majesty the King, when you abandoned us and fled, you know how sad the soldiers were."
Greymane confirmed that Darius was alive and asked in a commanding tone: "Darius, tell me how you escaped the pursuit of the Forsaken fleet."
"Sorry, I refuse to answer."
Darius said forcefully: "You are still the king of Gilneas, but we are no longer the subjects of Gilneas."
"Are you going to betray me?" Greymane said angrily.
Darius shrugged and said, "Just treat us as dead."
Silvermoon City!
After returning from the kingdom of death, Kael'thas disguised himself as an ordinary blood elf, infiltrated Silvermoon City, and secretly observed the people of Silvermoon City.
Kael'thas was full of deep hatred for the orcs, and the blood elves defected to the Horde, which was very difficult for him to accept.
Although the blood elves are in a better situation, unlike the tauren who have become food for the orcs, the reason is that the blood elves are thin, don't have much meat, and their reproductive capacity is too poor.
The current situation of the blood elves is like that of the slaves of the orcs.
He was obedient to the orcs, worked hard without complaint, and suffered all the bullying from the orcs.
The once proud high elves were only third-class citizens of the tribe, not even as good as the Forsaken.
The regent Lor'themar Theron tried his best to please the orcs, and his flattering style was disgusting. Unfortunately, the regent's efforts to please the orcs were not very effective. Thrall and Garrosh often ignored him and turned a blind eye to him.
Kael'thas wanted to help the blood elves break away from the oppression of the orcs and regain their former glory, but he was no longer the impulsive boy he once was, and he understood the difficulties involved.
With today's situation, the blood elves seem to have accepted their fate.
Kael'thas couldn't feel the people's resistance and seemed to be numb. He couldn't tell whether the numbness was sincere or a temporary forbearance. Kael'thas didn't dare to gamble.
Compared with being oppressed, the insensitivity of the tribe is more terrifying.
Kael'thas set his sights on Azshara's Bilgewater Port and decided to conduct an experiment.