Fander and Akama arrived at the dock of Stormwind City, and boarded a large ship directly without seeing Fander buying a ticket.
The whole body of the ship is green, even the sails are dyed with a green tree sap.
Akama looked carefully and saw that the hull was completely natural, with no gaps at all.
Could it be hollowed out of a big tree?
"This ship is made of evergreen wood from Mount Hyjal," Fander explained.
Azeroth has the World Tree, so it's not surprising that there are similar towering trees.
Ignoring the obstruction of the crew, Fandel rushed all the way to the captain's cabin.
The captain is a green-skinned goblin with the same color as the ship, and wears a funny green three-cornered hat.
"Who are you? You are not welcome here?" The goblin was short and jumped up to protest angrily.
Fandel spat out a few words: "Derriface, I know it's you."
The goblin immediately softened, retracted his fist, and said solemnly: "I'm not good at fighting."
Fandel took off his hat and put it on his head: "I know, so I don't want to embarrass you, I just want to take a quick boat."
"Okay!" The goblin shrugged, "I will arrange a room for you."
"Why isn't it the captain's room?" Fandel said with a smile, "I smell the aroma of evil wine."
"You filthy demon hunters, don't think that you can do whatever you want with Kil'jaeden's protection." The goblin's face twisted with anger.
Fandel bowed gracefully, as if inviting a partner to a luxurious ball.
The goblin knew that this was the intention of a duel, and quickly changed his words: "The Ogg King welcomes you, generous demon hunter."
Fandel and Akama got their wish and moved into the spacious captain's room. After smelling the smell, Fandel went straight to the refrigerator and took out a few bottles of good wine.
The green viscous liquid was bubbling and bubbling, and Fandel drank half the bottle in one go.
"The goblin captain's name is a bit strange." Akama asked curiously.
"It's not surprising, the names of the Dread Lords are all the same." Fandel took a long breath and blew out a mouthful of green flames.
"What, he is a Dreadlord?" Akama almost jumped up.
Fandel chuckled and said: "Dilriphis is a harmless Dread Lord. The so-called harmless means that he is of low strength. He is as cunning as other Dread Lords."
Seeing that Akama was still puzzled, Fandel explained:
"This ship is responsible for transporting orc worshipers. Entering Orgrimmar via Theramore, you will see the most beautiful girls and the most handsome boys."
Akama said absently: "They will eventually become food for the orcs?"
Fandel nodded solemnly: "What the orcs need is flesh and blood, what the Burning Legion wants is souls, and Derriface is responsible for collecting souls and sending them to the Legion's furnace."
While the two were talking, they could only hear the chirping sounds coming from the deck.
A group of girls wearing animal skins, face paint, and dressed as orcs, boarded the boat carelessly, their beautiful eyes full of yearning.
"I'm about to meet Sal, the savior. I'm so excited."
"The great savior Thrall is my idol in my heart, and I will die for him."
"By the Holy Light, damn Varian, Stormwind City should be dedicated to Thrall, the savior."
Fandel's voice was like the icy cold wind: "The Dove of Peace has bewitched the entire Kingdom of Stormwind. Varian and Thrall have a tacit understanding for a long time. Look, this is the atrocities of the orcs."
The Draenei were massacred by orcs and almost exterminated. Fander thought he could arouse Akama's hatred.
Surprisingly, Akama smiled nonchalantly: "I have no interest in human women."
Fander suddenly frowned.
A ticking sound came, and Akama immediately raised his ears. This was the sound of hoofs contacting the deck.
Following the sound, Akama's eyes suddenly straightened.
It was a beautiful female Draenei, with a pair of sexy and small horns and a pair of sparkling eyes that seemed to be filled with stars all over the sky.
Wearing a loose silver robe that hides her tail well, she has a graceful figure and slowly exudes an intellectual beauty.
"The Holy Light is with us."
The female Draenei took it from the boatman and saluted, her voice was clear and sweet, like the tinkling of spring water.
At this moment, both heaven and earth disappeared, and Akama could only see the female Draenei walking towards him, exuding endless light and heat.
Fandral could not appreciate the beauty of the draenei, and one could tell from Akama's expression that he had fallen into physical and mental ruin.
"There are not many Draenei in Stormwind City." Fander touched his chin and said, "Akama, I advise you to give up. You were all bewitched by the Dove of Peace when you boarded this ship, and were tricked into going to Orgrimmar to die.
Yes, it will be made into meat paste sooner or later. It is said that the draenei have a deep hatred for the orcs, and they should not be so stubborn."
Akama turned around numbly, his eyes full of horror: "What are you talking about, she is going to be eaten by the orcs?"
Fander shrugged helplessly.
"No, I will never allow this to happen." Akama smashed the coffee table with an angry palm.
"This is a relic of the upper elf." Fandel said with some pain: "I can understand your thoughts, save it, it's useless, they have already been obsessed with it, you can't change it."
Akama is definitely not someone who acts impulsively. He needs to know himself and his enemy. He hurriedly asked: "Fander, tell me about the tricks of the Dove of Peace. How did they get deceived?"
Fandel took a sip of wine and said: "Do you know what the fashion trend is? The elves thought that horns were beautiful for a while, so people drilled a hole between their eyebrows and installed a horn. If you don't follow suit, you will be killed.
People looked down upon it and were ostracized, and many elves died from the infection, but they still persist in their obsession."
"The Dove of Peace is also a popular trend. Starting from King Terenas, the culture of the orcs became popular, and opponents were executed mercilessly. One-fifth of the people in Lordaeron were killed, and no one dared to criticize them anymore.
The orcs. The Dove of Peace spread to Stormwind City, and King Varian took the lead in supporting it. The result was that many people had to follow the trend even though they knew it was wrong."
"These girls are specially selected. Most of them have never experienced a war with orcs. They are first brainwashed with special magic..."
Akama's eyes lit up and he thought about Fander: "You said magic. Since it is magic, there must be a way to break it."
Fandel shook his head: "Magic is just a means. The idea has been rooted in their minds. Even if the magic is removed, it will be useless."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Akama paced back and forth anxiously, thinking over and over again: "You help her remove the magic, and leave the rest to me. I am the archbishop of the Draenei and I have the responsibility to rescue the lost people.
"
Fandel curled his lips without hope: "Okay, I will definitely help. By the way, we don't know her name yet."
The King of Og set sail, and the warm sea breeze blew his hair. Who would have thought that this would be a journey of death with no return.
Akama was busy in the captain's room, and on the deck, Fander "accidentally met" the Draenei woman.
"I am Fander, the captain of the Ogg King. I haven't asked for your name yet."
The Draenei woman smiled beautifully and said gracefully:
"I heard that the captain was a goblin, but I didn't expect that he was a handsome elf. My name is Lisa, and I was born on a rainy night."
This seemed to bring back memories. Fandel was stunned, and after a while he smiled awkwardly:
"Welcome aboard the Ogg King. I hope it will be a pleasant journey."