The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Major Leon, this terrible and long storm has finally begun to subside today."

"The tide is rising! We can finally feel the warmth we have been missing for so long."

Gulp, gulp! Major Leon, who was standing opposite the speaker, took a few sips from the water bottle on his waist to relieve the dryness in his throat.

He had just walked out of the simple wooden house that he and his men had built in the midst of lightning, wind and rain, and a smile appeared on his slightly pale face.

At this moment, in this wooden house, only he, the helmetless blond Kul Tiran major and the one who spoke were there.

Putting the kettle back on his waist, Jeff Leon looked up at the drizzle under the sun above his head, the raindrops gradually getting smaller and the dark clouds gradually dispersing.

The smile on his face gradually grew, and he confirmed, "Yes, Sanat."

"The time we spent wandering around these islands began when we left the storm."

"Today is almost our eighth day on the island."

"Soon, the rain will stop and the sky will clear. I believe we can collect wood to repair the ship more safely."

Like Jeff, Sanat chuckled and said, "Major Leon, you are right."

"But at this moment, the flag of Kul Tiras may also..."

With a bang, Jeff dropped the shield in his left hand and said, "Tidebringer, we are here to hunt down the orcs."

“We can raise the flag of Kul Tiras again in the future, but our mission cannot be abandoned just like that.”

Suddenly raising his sword diagonally upward, Jeff said angrily: "This abnormal storm must have been caused by the orc chieftain!"

"That beast! It can receive the blessings of the sea just like you Tide Sages."

"We must now repair the ship as quickly as possible and avenge our missing brothers and sisters!"

"Major Leon, please be patient."

Holding the staff, Sanat took two steps forward, bent down to pick up the shield, and spoke out to dissuade them.

His slightly hunched, but neither strong nor thin body cast a shadow that blocked the sunlight shining on Jeff.

At this time, the octopus-like monster on his chest...the emblem of the tide of faith was so dim that it covered Jeff's face.

Returning the shield, Sanat Tidebringer said, "Major Leon, it's just as you guessed."

"If this strange storm was really caused by that orc wizard, then they would have left us behind long ago."

"We've lost their location, Major, and we've encountered a new threat in the archipelago."

Putting the shield back on his left hand, Jeff's anger faded away and a hint of worry appeared on his face.

"Brother Sanat, those local trolls and beasts may not be a big deal."

"But I always feel that there is a darkness lingering around my heart. Can you still hold on?"

With his hands on his staff, Sanat said without showing any sign of weakness: "We Tide Sages are accompanied by the whispers of the abyss."

“Although I don’t know what He means now, I will still hold on until we complete our new mission.”

"This is the price of gaining unknown knowledge, Jeff Lyon."

"Because we have underestimated the threat of these orcs before."

"But, we occupied this archipelago and used it as an opportunity for advancement, really..."

After a pause, Jeff said in a complicated tone, "The remains of the missing brothers and sisters have not been found yet, so we have to start doing this kind of thing."

"The tide is rising, my heart tells me."

"Brother Sanat, this is wrong. It is really wrong."

Listening to Jeff's sincere words slowly, Sanat couldn't help but shook his head.

"Jeff Leon, just going back like this, that little bit of compensation is not enough."

"Only by becoming nobles can we receive the compensation that is normal for fighting the enemy this time."

"Neither the Admiral nor Lord Stormsong understands the power of these ship-stealing beasts."

His brown eyes stared at the sea-green eyes in front of him, and Sanat changed his words: "Everyone in our navy has a sense of awareness."

"We Kul Tirans are born in the sea, and we will die in the sea, and sleep in the mother sea."

"We have to do this for our brothers and sisters who are sleeping in the sea, and for our families who are waiting for us to return home."

"We both knew the advantages of losing the sea and the boat."

"It would be suicidal for us to continue chasing those orcs, Major Lion."

After persuading Jeff, Sanat slowly walked towards the outpost where smoke was beginning to rise, where more surviving Kul Tiras navy gathered.

No matter how hard the rain falls, they need to ensure their own necessary needs.

He was wearing a slightly torn green Tide Sage robe, and his brown-black eyes were as ordinary as his brown-black hair.

He, like the blond, sea-green-eyed Major Leon who was thinking behind him, was a middle-aged Azerothian human who was neither fat nor thin.

Eight days ago, their pursuing navy, which had received aid supplies, bombarded Commander Thrall's tribe even more fiercely.

They chased the orcs all the way and saw many unknown islands along the way.

However, this was their first time to take such a long and unknown adventure.

At the same time, they were also worried about whether their warships could carry out such a long voyage?

But with the blessing of the sea tide, they maintained a slight advantage in the pursuit all the way.

At that time, even the mighty Grommash Hellscream was helpless against them, and watched as the shamans struggled to resist the bombardment.

However, the sudden storm turned the bloody battlefield into a natural disaster that fell into the ocean.

At that moment, Sanat and the other Tidesages of the Navy followed the guidance of the whispers from the deep.

The Sage of the Tide once again pointed out the direction of escape for the navy, and the only remaining pursuing navy arrived at this archipelago.

It was such a dark day that the sailors chasing the orcs tried their best to protect their damaged ships.

During the stormy night, they built a makeshift camp...and the next day, they were attacked.

This archipelago is an unknown archipelago with trolls, ogres, and various beasts, and most of the owners of this island think they are invaders.

Although the trolls tried to communicate, their fixed perception, coupled with the attacks they had just suffered from ogres and beasts, led them to counterattack.

After eight days of wind and rain, they established a base in the archipelago, which was the outpost of Kul Tiras here.

At the same time, some survivors of the naval storm came to the archipelago on their own or with the help of their fellow tide sages.

As more and more navy gathered, although not all of them had arrived, the strength of these survivors was growing day by day.

No matter whether it was ogres, trolls, murlocs or other beasts, they were all repelled one by one after they had recovered their breath.

In the midst of the wind and rain, there was only brutality and bloodshed. The Darkspear Islands, which had been peaceful for a long time, began to be filled with these things.

Ogres eat people, trolls eat people, and wild beasts eat people too.

Everything on the Darkspear Islands is either their enemy or their food.

"Soldiers, in order to get home faster, we must obtain more marine supplies today."

"In addition, the excess supplies we obtain must also be able to meet the needs of subsequent garrison soldiers."

"When this rich land is incorporated into the territory of Kul Tiras, we will return home with honor."

"Whether it's our colleagues who have not yet been found, or us, we must have someone return home safely."

"The tides protect us. We are strong Kul Tirans."

Arriving at the center of the outpost, Sanat finished today's mission and today's prayer in a few words.

Although the knowledge given by the Whisper of the Abyss two days ago is no longer practical, and even has some kind of taboo corruption,

But he continued to pray and draw strength from it.

"Brother Sanat, the tide is rising, we will return safely!"

"Yes, brave Team 8, we will all return home safely."

Watching the naval teams leaving the center of the outpost, Sanat also gave his blessings.

He felt that at this moment, his time was running out, and his end would come in the next few days...

Even if the boat could be repaired today...it would be impossible for him to return to the Temple of Storms within seven days to receive the purification baptism from Pope Pluto.

"Brother Sanat, perhaps you should rest more."

Turning his head, Sanat said, "Major, it's time for you to start today's mission."

"Every day, I make sure I have eight hours of rest. I'm not tired."

"Well, Sanat Tidebringer, I will bring back more supplies."

After finishing his still useless persuasion, Jeff put on the helmet placed nearby and walked towards his team.

Although they had been in the archipelago for almost eight days, they still had not figured out the entire picture of the archipelago and were stuck in one corner.

"Just do your best, Major."

"Only by ensuring everyone's safety can we fight against unknown dangers."

Watching Jeff leave, Sanat looked through the dense jungle into the unknown.

Just now, the whispers from the abyss told him a message.

Regarding this news, he sincerely hoped that the knowledge He brought this time was wrong.

"The tide is rising. Is this the end for us?"

"No, we have a lot of people."

"As long as we stay united, we still have a chance of winning."

"Even that powerful orc warrior was once captured by us."

……

"Luckily we ran into this bay by chance. Our fleet wouldn't have lasted long in a storm like that."

While Sanat was whispering to himself, a green-skinned orc wearing heavy black armor and a frost wolf wearing black armor beside him were in the bay on the other side of the Darkspear Islands.

This bay has not yet been explored by the Kul Tiras Navy, and in front of him is a temporary bay camp opened up by the orcs.

Just this morning, he brought his compatriots here.

Tap, tap, drop of rain fell on his armor, and another drop quickly flowed down.

But this was nothing compared to the torrential rain that had come down not long ago.

This was more like an enjoyment in the rain, bringing him closer to the two elements of wind and water.

Now, seeing that the rain above his head was getting lighter and lighter, he rarely smiled.

However, at this moment, a slightly old orc holding an iron axe strode towards him.

"Captain Thrall, half of our ships are missing, and the remaining ships are severely damaged!"

"Don't worry, Eitrigg. Hellscream will take care of everything on his end."

"We'll be together soon, we just need some time with each other."

Looking at his compatriots who were getting off the boat in an orderly manner, Thrall said, "It seems that we will have to stay on this island for a while."

"Wait until we regroup, find our surviving compatriots, and collect enough wood."

"Eitrigg, we will continue to Kalimdor, our new homeland of the orcs."

"But, Great Chief."

Regarding what happened along the way, Eitrigg paused and said, "The sacrifices we made along the way... would make it difficult to cross such a vast ocean."

"But we have no choice, do we, elder sage?"

Thrall turned around and rode on Snowsong, saying: "Stay in the Eastern Kingdoms, and all we get from the Horde is war."

"The tribe needs to recuperate, and we can only trust the kind prophet and the elements that inform us of future risks."

"So the Spirits tell us, Eitrigg."

After repeating the conclusions again and again without getting tired of it, Thrall rode on Snow Song...not for long.

He came to the Wolf Rider who suddenly showed up and blocked his way.

At this moment, the wolf knight Nazgrel, riding his frost wolf, bowed his head and saluted.

"Great Chief, the Shaman discovered a hidden danger around our camp."

At this time, behind Nazgrel, there were several Frostwolf Orc Shamans wearing wolf skins.

"Well, please go ahead, elder."

"Great Chief, we sense strange magic around us."

"We are vaguely familiar with this kind of magic, but we are not completely sure."

"Um……"

Hearing this, Thrall groaned and suddenly raised the Hammer of Destruction at his waist.

"Let us take a look, O All Spirits! Tell us the nature of this strange magic that surrounds us."

With the help of the power of the elements, a magical outpost belonging to the troll witch doctor suddenly appeared near their bay camp.

Looking at the sentries that suddenly appeared around the camp, Thrall said, "The magic you are talking about comes from those places."

"Someone is watching us!"

"It's really you!"

Before Thrall could shout a warning, an old surprised voice came from the high ground outside the camp.

Thrall and the other orcs in the camp could understand the pronunciation of this voice. It was a troll...

"I saw your arrival in a vision!"

Holding a witch doctor's staff with a bone pendant, an old, blue-skinned, white-haired troll witch doctor with huge fangs stood on the high ground with some trolls of the same skin color.

They had no hostility, but the trolls behind the troll lich were somewhat wary of the orcs in front of them.

There was still surprise on his face. He looked at Thrall and said, "Especially you... the Foresight."

"We are extremely sorry for this surveillance... Could it be that I am old and confused and I am seeing things wrong?!"

Rubbing his eyes, the troll lich asked himself.

It seems that this troll elder has stayed on the island for too long...

After muttering to himself, Thrall turned over and left Xue Ge.

Standing on the ground in the rain, Sal responded in a friendly manner: "We are not hallucinations, old man. My name is Sal."

"Seeer, I am Sen'jin, leader of the Darkspear trolls."

Confirming that it was not an illusion, Sen Jin reminded: "This island used to belong to us, but not now."

"You and your friends must be careful! The humans established an outpost on the island a while ago."

Hearing this, Thrall asked in confusion: "Elder, are you talking about humans?"

"Yes, they are chasing us day and night."

Recalling the recent bloody massacre, Sen Jin said: "These past few days, this archipelago is full of their patrols."

"It won't be long before you too will be discovered!"

Nodding, Thrall saluted and said solemnly: "Then we will strike first!"

"Thank you for your reminder, elder."

Riding on Snowsong again, Thrall looked at his compatriots behind him and said, "We can't let those patrols alert their outposts to our presence."

"Whenever we see those humans, we must destroy them as quickly as possible!"

"Lok'tar (for victory), brothers, we must quickly prepare to fight those humans!"

After receiving the order from the Warchief, Eitrigg and Nazgrel returned to their combat posts with several Frostwolf Shamans to convey Thrall's orders.

"Good luck, young friend!"

"Thank you again for your reminder, elder."

The man and the wolf stayed behind, and Thrall bowed again sincerely and said, "Good luck to you, too."

"Don't be so formal, young man... Vol'jin, Rokhan."

Pointing to the wolf-riding orcs in front, Senjin said: "Take the warriors to help them, our friends."

"Elder, this..."

"Young Thrall, I have important matters to attend to, but we will see each other soon."

After saying this, Sen'jin turned around and left the high ground with two troll warriors, while Vol'jin and Rokhan jumped down from the high ground with the rest of the trolls.

Soon, Vol'jin, Rokhan Darkspear and other trolls bowed slightly to Thrall.

"Great Chief Thrall, I am Vol'jin (Rokhan)."

"By order of Chief Sen'jin, we will fight alongside you."