Azeroth’s Death Track

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The huge fleet is advancing fast on the calm sea. Behind the huge ship, there are white waves, which is the plowed ocean.

On this huge fleet is the green battle flag of Kul Tiras, the image of the anchor is floating in the sea breeze, and together with the full sails, the sound of whistling is swelled. The loudest sound at sea.

This is the fourth fleet of Kul Tiras, the new fleet with the shortest time. When Dai Lin took the first and second fleets to the East Continent to support the Imperial War, the third and fourth fleets remained in Chur. Tiras, against pirates on the surrounding islands, patrolling the sea and protecting his country.

As the most powerful naval power, the Kul Tiras called their fleet "Invincible Fleet." This is not a kind of self-exaltation. In fact, the four large fleets in Kul Tiras are jointly When we were together, we could hardly find the power to match them across the sea.

Even the fourth fleet with the shortest time has more than 25 large warships, the same number of troop carriers and supply ships, and light warships used for expulsion operations. Its one salvo is enough to capture the walls of a city, although As a fleet of maritime forces, there is rarely such a chance to attack freely.

Now, the Fourth Fleet is returning from Kul Tiras’ overseas territory, the large island of Tol Barad, at full speed to support the homeland attacked by the undead.

The commander of the Fourth Fleet is 17-year-old Tenred Proudmoore, the third son of King Dylan and Queen Catherine, the younger brothers of Prince Drake and Princess Jaina, a bohemian and very like Dai Lin's son of the sea.

Tenred and his sister Jaina are considered twins. The time between births of the two is only a few minutes apart. Therefore, as a child, Tenred often quarreled with Jaina because of this problem. He thought he was his brother, Jaina. It's the younger sister, but every time Tenred will be knocked to the ground by Jaina, and every noise will end with the cry of Prince Tenred.

But as the two grew older, especially when Jaina was 11 years old, after being sent to Dalaran to study magic, Tan Reid had very few meetings with his sister, but the relationship between them did not. Because of geographical barriers, it becomes rusty and correspondence is more frequent. They will share their stories and give gifts to each other.

Of course, their brother, Prince Drake, who is now 26 years old, occasionally joins.

"The prince of Lordaeron is pursuing my sister, bah, is he worthy?"

Tenred leaned against the bridge of the fast-moving ship, facing the sea breeze, his long blond hair flying in the wind, the open captain suit, the golden clock pendant hanging on his neck, and the captain's cap with a diagonal belt, this Everything showed Tenrid's unruly character, but those eyes, those blue eyes, gleamed with the unique light of the Proudmoore family.

Beside him is the sailor captain of the flagship of the Fourth Fleet. This sturdy sailor, drunk with rum, said drunkenly to the prince:

"But the prince of Lordaeron is different from you, Tan Reid, he will inherit the throne in the future, and Princess Jaina marrying a king is barely suitable?"

"My sister is the daughter of the sea!"

Tenred pouted his lips in disdain, he grunted:

"How can I marry a coward who dares not open up territory on the sea? Anyway, I disagree with this marriage. It is said that my brother disagrees. He said at least we will talk about this after we win the undead. thing."

"See the lighthouse!"

The pilot standing on the observation deck at the highest point of the mast shouted loudly: "Left, left! The lighthouse of the tide sages is in front!"

Hearing the navigator's voice, the lazy Tenred was like a waking lion. He moved his shoulders, his left hand was leaning on the waist knife, and he shouted to the sailors running on the deck:

"Well, boys, the muskets are loaded! The artillery is ready! The undead are besieging Boralus, that is our home! They thought they could frighten the children of the sea, but now, it is our turn to play!"

"Let them see the power of the Kul Tiras!"

"Sing our songs, pick up our wine, and hold our weapons, it's time to go to battle!"

In Tancred’s roar, the elaborate sailors sang loudly. They did not sing the vulgar slang sung by the vulgar and weak pirates, nor the kind of **** war song. Instead, they sang the whole library. A folk ballad in Altiras is said to have been written by an unknown composer when Princess Jaina Proudmoore, who was regarded as the "daughter of the sea" by the entire Kurdistans The next song.

Its name is called "Daughter of the Sea", which is a song full of tenderness and nostalgia, but when close to home, this tenderness will not make the soldiers lose their fighting spirit, on the contrary, it will make them feel Full of courage to fight, in order to defend his home.

In the singing of the sailors, the lighthouse of the Tiragarde Strait became clearer, and Tenred looked at the distant sea, and could vaguely see the third fleet returning from the South China Sea. He was full of confidence at this time. With the assistance of the fleet, the undead could never break his country.

But as he approached the lighthouse, Tenred noticed the light shining on the lighthouse. It was not the usual fire light. On the contrary, the light radiated a weird...purple color on the sea at this time. As the boat moved closer to the coast of Kul Tiras, the strange mist that had never been seen before began to rumble on the sea.

The surrounding sea breeze also disappeared. The sea was calm like a dark mirror. The fleet did not seem to go home at all. Instead, it seemed to sail into **** under a strange light.

"It's a bit wrong...the sea is too calm."

Tenred clenched the command knife in his waist, an ominous hunch rising in his heart.

The ears of every sailor entering the mist, whispered like a tide hitting a rock. The sound that haunts the soul, the more you want to hear it, the more you can't hear it clearly, everyone on the deck looks It became dull, and finally, when the mist was full of extremes, even Tanred's gaze, which controlled the rudder, became dull.

The sails of the unattended fleet dried up, but even in the absence of sea breezes, the speed of the two fleets did not weaken, but continued to move forward, just like a puppet, In the silence, was sent into another world...

A world ruled by darkness but unknown to anyone, destined to be forgotten... the world.

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"In the beginning, we were too blind."

A deep prayer sounded in the weird smell of incense. Lord Stormsong, who had escaped from Drusva two days ago, was wearing a dark red priest robe of the tide sage, half kneeling on the northeast of Stormsong Valley. In the Temple of Storms, this is the temple used by the sea tide sages to worship the sea.

In front of the Lord, there is a statue, which has no specific shape, and represents the most instinctive awe and admiration of the sea tide sages to the sea, but in the incense of pain, it is faintly seen that the statue spreads from left to right. The tentacles...like octopuses, and inside the supposedly bright temple of the storm, it also shone with gloomy, cold and moist light.

Just like being under the sea, behind the Lord are a group of sincere tide sages. Their prayer at this time is to guide the four fleets of Kul Tiras to return home safely.

Don't think that the prayer of the sage of the tide is just a simple worship, it is not! The tide sages who worship the sea have obtained mysterious power from the sea. Their prayers can affect the sea breeze, ocean currents, and even smooth out the storms that should have appeared. The name of the invincible fleet of Kul Tiras, there are very The big factor is that those tide sages stationed in the fleet.

Imagine, when fighting on the sea, a violent storm will destroy your power, but let the enemy be unharmed in the storm, and even use the power of the storm. What a terrible thing!

But today, this prayer is somewhat weird.

"We are like panicked flocks and lost our way."

"We left the chaotic streets of our homes and tried to find a greater existence."

Lord Stormsong half-kneeled before the statue, he chanted softly:

"In the end, we found the ocean."

"Or, the ocean found us."

With the rise of some kind of power, in the closed eyes of the Lord, the situation of the Tiragarde Strait is almost vivid at this time. He saw the third and fourth fleets of Kul Tiras trapped under the sea and rose In the mist, in the crazy whisper, a little current was sent into the crack between reality and illusion.

That's another country...

"Although the ocean tide is as disturbing as our homeland, it is not a limited existence as we know it."

"Every wave will bring casualties, but it will also bring food."

"And with food, there is... freedom."

The Lord murmured to himself. Behind him, the will of the sages was infiltrated by the deep power of the sea. They recite the ancient scriptures fascinatingly, making the atmosphere in the temple more strange and deep.

"We are looking for our home on the horizon, just like the eyes of a sailor looking at the distance day and night."

"We don't know what we found."

"But we know that this place where land and sea are intertwined can protect our children from the noise of the tide."

In the tumbling obscure power, Lord Stormsong opened his eyes, and he stood up. In front of him, the twisted statue seemed to have his own life, and the dark light shone and twisted in front of the statue. The dark light cast the Lord's figure on the ground, making his figure twisted.

Behind him, the deep chanting continued.

"We are the first to hear them."

"That's not the violent sea tide surging... It's a soft whisper, only we can hear."

"Whispering reveals the unknown real power within us."

"The surging tide has changed us and let us see the truth."

"We have been changed forever."

Lord Stormsong's singing grew louder and louder, and soon, the sneaky whisper resounded like thunder in the temple.

The scriptures of the sea tide sages are not as sacred as the Holy Light Church scriptures. In fact, it sounds more like telling a story.

"It all happened very simply."

"Our Godsend can bring fish into our fishing nets and bring fresh water into our mouths."

"We... are no longer slaves of the elements."

"We... are the masters!"

The dark light on the statue was twisted repeatedly, and finally, in the eyes of a sincere Lord Stormsong, a strange figure was formed, and the dark shadow rose from the calm sea in front of the statue, just like from the deep sea. It rises down like it rises from the abyss.

The shadow looked at everything in front of her with an innate arrogance. She listened to the poem, her beautiful face was full of calm, and she seemed to ignore it all.

The Lord knelt once again on the ground, this time, he appeared more sincere, because the phantom that appeared in front of him was the "courier" of the owner, the queen of the dedication of the Stoson family, and the source of strength for the ancestors of the Lord. The absolute confidentiality of the Tosong family.

And the deep and weird singing finally came to the final chapter. Those tide sages who were immersed in the power of the sea became more crazy, and they shouted in unison:

"The winds of sails are under our control... the ocean tide pushes us into the night."

"The inhabitants of the abyss can't hurt our hull, they lead us!"

"The guidelines of the abyss are becoming clearer. They are guiding us home."

"Brand new home."

"We named the place in the name of the lord to commemorate the gift we received."

"We... have finally arrived home."

At the moment when the high voice became deep, the whole psalm was chanted, and the power of darkness was like a crazy silhouette, floating in this temple, Lord Stoson felt the gaze from above his head, he took a deep breath In one breath, it is the air that contains the taste of the ocean tide, sea breeze and abyss.

He lowered his head, like the most loyal bodyguard, and said softly:

"Welcome to your arrival. Beautiful and great... Queen Azshara, mine... Queen."

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