As the sailboat sailed along the coastline, Thrall had nothing to do, listening to the adventurers discussing the whereabouts of the Tide Amulet.
According to Thrall's memory, the Tide Talisman was originally owned by Prince Nazjak of the Naga clan, who lived in Fadila Bay in the Arathi Highlands.
Adventurers on the Road of Time do not know the specific location of the Tide Amulet, only that it is near the Arathi Highlands.
Looking at the large amount of supplies on the ship, Thrall analyzed that this team was planning to stay in the waters of the Arathi Highlands for a long time.
Thrall's mind was flooded with countless conspiracies and conspiracies, not only to snatch the Tide Amulet, but also to become the leader of this team of adventurers.
But what Sal needed most was time.
Antonidas' intervention meant that Thrall no longer had a foothold in the Eastern Kingdom.
Thrall made up his mind to help this team obtain the Talisman of the Tide as soon as possible, and then sail to Kalimdor with the ship.
A few days later, the sailing ship docked at Gilneas Port to replenish fresh water.
As soon as Sal came ashore, he was so frightened that he ran back.
The harbor is filled with wanted posters for Thrall, depicting Thrall as the Destroyer of Azeroth, with a bounty of a thousand gold coins on his head.
A group of Gilnean guardsmen boarded the ship to verify everyone's identities,
Fortunately, Thrall was clever and transformed into a ghost wolf and used underwater breathing to hide in the sea water and escaped.
Unfortunately, Sal's actions were not hidden from the captain. When he boarded the ship, he faced the captain's suspicious eyes.
The captain is a Kul Tiran, stronger than Thrall.
Thrall found it difficult to win, so he could only plead that he was a black mage who was wanted for killing a noble orc.
It can only be said that Thrall's deception orb was of very good quality, and with good luck, the captain believed it and patted Thrall on the shoulder:
"Well done. The eldest son of the Proudmoore family died at the hands of the orcs. What we in Kul Tiras hate most are the orcs."
After a pause, the captain showed a bitter smile:
"The irony is that our employer is an orc. No one can live with gold coins these days."
Being able to pay a high price to hire Kul Tirans to find the Tide Amulet, Thrall quickly thought of an orc.
"Is your employer Queen Doras?"
Doras was originally a subordinate of Gul'dan. The Dark Portal followed Gul'dan to the sea for six years. He encountered a storm at sea and the ship ran aground in Kalimdor.
He earned his first pot of gold because he tamed the wyvern in the Stonetalon Mountains.
Then he used the wyvern to control Kalimdor's flying business, monopolized land and flying mounts, and became the richest man in Kalimdor.
The captain nodded:
"Queen Doras is generous. As long as we get the Tide Amulet, we can retire and open a hotel in Kul Tiras, as comfortable as we want."
Having tasted the deliciousness of power, Thrall's ambitions don't stop there.
When the orcs landed on Kalimdor, it was all thanks to Thrall to please Queen Doras so that the orcs could gain a foothold.
Just to repeat, Thrall believed that he could do better and rise again with the help of Doras' power.
"I have heard about Queen Doras for a long time, but I don't know what kind of woman she is." Sal quietly inquired about the information.
The captain raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "Queen Doras calls herself the most beautiful orc, and weighs more than an adult Kodo."
After hearing this, Thrall's eyes darkened, and the tonnage of Doras on the Road of Time was even more terrifying.
"A few years ago, Queen Doras was tricked by an orc scumbag. She hated male orcs so much that she banned male orcs from entering Kalimdor."
Thrall was stunned as he saw a door slowly closing.
The captain looked at Sal with a thoughtful look:
"The ports of Kalimdor are full of orc bounties. If you kill a male orc, Queen Doras will reward you with a hundred gold."
Sal staggered back to the cabin like a zombie and fell straight on the bed.
The Eastern Kingdom has no place to stand, and Kalimdor cannot go, so where should we go?
Of course it's not a dead end.
Broken Isles, Northrend, Pandaria, Kul Tiras, Zandalar Empire, etc.
If Thrall were to retire at this point, he could also find a corner in these places to live in seclusion, and never engage in worldly affairs from now on.
But how could Sal be willing to do so?
As he drifted into sleep, Thrall felt countless shadows rushing towards him, including ferocious orcs and human soldiers with blood on their faces, seemingly trying to tear Thrall's flesh and blood.
Thrall woke up from his nightmare and suddenly felt the ship shaking.
"It's the fishmen. The fishmen attacked our ship." Some adventurers shouted in the cabin.
Thrall rushed to the deck, where the adventurers had already picked up their weapons and were ready to fight.
There are bubbles everywhere around the sailboat, and there are countless murlocs lurking in them. The owner of the boat is negotiating in the murloc language.
After a while, the captain breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand to order everyone to put down their weapons.
"The fishmen are not hostile. They are just checking passing ships as usual to capture Thrall, the World Destroyer."
Sal's face suddenly became very ugly.
An adventurer asked: "Why, the fishman also got a wanted order?"
The captain nodded: "Silvermoon City, Lordaeron, and Gilneas have reached an agreement and offered a huge reward of five million gold coins. If you provide clues, you can get 10,000 gold coins."
Five million gold coins is enough to drive all the murlocs in Azeroth crazy.
The ship owner continued: "This huge bounty alarmed the murloc god Yulas, and all the murlocs in Azeroth received orders not to let any ship go."
Dozens of fishmen boarded the boat noisily and searched every corner.
Thrall once again escaped detection, but he knew that the magic power of the Orb of Deception was running out.
When the magic power of the orb is exhausted, Thrall's end will come.
Unless he leaves the Road of Time, but without the help of Anachronos, Thrall can't do anything.
At this moment, Sal felt like he was abandoned by the whole world.
It's like being in the deep sea, suffocating with despair.
Sal spent every day in torment. The days passed quickly, and the sailboat stopped for a while in Nanhai Town.
The adventurers all went ashore to have fun, but Thrall remained on the boat in fear.
The sailboat is sent to the dock for maintenance.
Thrall noticed that there were more than a dozen orcs kept in the dock.
More than a dozen orcs worked together, using pulleys and magic to lift the sailboat and clear the barnacles on the bottom of the boat.
Although Thrall tried his best to reduce his presence, he was still noticed by the shipyard leader.
The leader of the dockyard is a tall, thin, middle-aged man with a pair of eagle-like eyes.
"I heard that you are a mage." The leader showed great interest.
Sal nodded cautiously.
The leader stared at Sal carefully, his scalp was numb when he saw him, and he laughed and said:
"The people on the ship say you are a brave man who once killed a noble orc."
Thrall nodded imperceptibly and thought to himself: The number of orcs I have killed cannot be matched by anyone else.
"You have a strong evil spirit on your body." The leader said with a faint smile: "When I was alive, I killed countless people, but I am far behind you."
Thrall stared at the leader in surprise.
The leader took off the disguise on his face, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes:
"I am a lich, a disciple of Kel'Thuzad, Hercula. During the important ceremony for me to complete the lich ceremony, a group of humans rushed in and almost killed me."
Helkula in Nanhai Town, Thrall was suddenly shocked.