Azeroth’s Death Track

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The huge fleet is advancing rapidly on the calm sea, and behind the huge ships are white waves, which are the plowed ocean.

The green battle flag of Kul Tiras fluttered on this huge fleet, the image of the anchor was fluttering in the sea wind, and together with the fully hoisted sails, there was a whistling sound. Loudest voice at sea.

This is the fourth fleet of Kul Tiras, the new fleet with the shortest time to build. When Dai Lin took the first and second fleets to the Eastern Continent to support the imperial war, the third and fourth fleets stayed in Kul Tiras. Tiras, fight against pirates on the surrounding islands, patrol the sea and protect your country.

As the most powerful naval power, the people of Kul Tiras call their fleet the Invincible Fleet. When they are together, there is almost no power that can match them in the entire sea.

Even the Fourth Fleet, which has been formed for the shortest time, has more than 25 large warships, the same number of troop carriers and supply ships, and light warships for destroying operations. Its single salvo is enough to capture the walls of a city, although As a fleet of sea power, it is rare to have such a carefree attack opportunity.

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

The commander of the Fourth Fleet is the 17-year-old Tandred Proudmoore, the third son of King Dailin and Queen Catherine, the younger brother of Prince Drake and Princess Jaina. Lin's son of the sea.

Tandred and his older sister Jaina are considered twins, and they were born only a few minutes apart. For this reason, Tandred often quarreled with Jaina because of this issue when he was a child. He thinks he is the brother, Jaina She is the younger sister, but every time Tenred will be knocked to the ground by Jaina, and every quarrel will end with Prince Tenred crying.

But as the two grew older, especially after Jaina was sent to Dalaran to learn magic when she was 11 years old, Tenred and her sister met very rarely, and the relationship between the two did not Because of the geographical barriers, they became strangers, and they communicated more frequently by letters. They would share their stories and give each other gifts.

Of course, their older brother, now 26-year-old Prince Drake, occasionally joins in.

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

Tenred leaned on the bridge of the fast-moving ship, facing the sea breeze, his long blond hair fluttering in the wind, the open captain's suit, the golden clock pendant hanging around his neck, and the captain's hat with slanted straps. Everything showed Tenred's wild and unrestrained nature, but those eyes, those blue eyes, shone with the unique light of the Proudmoore family.

Beside him was the boatswain of the flagship of the Fourth Fleet. While drinking rum, this sturdy sailor said to the prince drunkenly:

But the prince of Lordaeron is different from you, Tandred, 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!

Tandred curled his lips in disdain, and he snorted:

How can you marry a coward who doesn't dare to open up territories on the sea? Anyway, I don't agree with this marriage. It is said that my brother doesn't agree with it either. He said that at least we can talk about it after we defeat the undead. thing.

I saw the lighthouse!

The navigator standing on the observation deck at the top of the mast shouted: Left, left! The lighthouse of the tidesages is ahead!

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

Okay, boys, load your guns! Get your guns ready! The undead are besieging Boralus, our home! They thought they could scare the children of the sea, but now, it's our turn!

Let them see how powerful the Kul Tirans are!

Sing our song, grab our wine, grab our weapons, it's time to go to war!

In the roar of Tandred, the capable sailors sang loudly. What they sang was not the vulgar song sung by the vulgar and weak pirates, nor was it the kind of passionate battle song. A ballad in Kul Tiras, it is said that it was written by an unknown composer when Princess Jaina Proudmoore, regarded as the daughter of the sea by the entire Kul Tiras, was born next song.

Its name is Daughter of the Sea. It is a song full of tenderness and nostalgia. But when they are close to their hometown, this kind of tenderness will not make the soldiers lose their fighting spirit. Full of courage to fight, in order to defend their home.

In the singing of the sailors, the lighthouse in Tiragarde Strait became clearer. Tandred looked at the distant sea and could vaguely see the Third Fleet returning from the South China Sea. With the aid of an entire fleet, it is impossible for the undead to break through his country.

But when approaching the lighthouse, Tenred noticed the shining light on the lighthouse. It was not the usual fire light. On the contrary, the light emitted a strange...purple color on the sea surface at this time, and accompanied by As the ship got closer to the coast of Kul Tiras, a strange fog that had never been seen before also began to ripple on the sea.

The surrounding sea breeze also disappeared, and the sea surface was as calm as a dark mirror. This fleet didn't seem to be going home at all, but instead seemed to be sailing into hell under the strange light.

There's something wrong...the sea is so calm.

Tenred clenched the command knife at his waist, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

In the ears of every sailor who entered the mist, there was a whisper like a sea tide beating a stone. The more you tried to hear the voice lingering in the soul, the more you couldn't hear it clearly. The eyes of everyone on the deck were It became sluggish, and finally, when the fog was thick to the extreme, even Tenred, who was manipulating the rudder, became sluggish.

The sails of the unattended fleet dried up, but even in the absence of sea wind, the speed of the two fleets still did not weaken, but continued to move forward, like puppets on a string. In the dead silence, I was sent to another world...

A world ruled by darkness, yet unknown, doomed to oblivion...a world.

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In the beginning, we were too blind.

A low voice of prayer resounded amidst the strange smell of incense. Lord Stormsong, who had escaped from Drustvar 2 days ago, was wearing the dark red priest robes of the tidesage, kneeling half-kneeling in the northeast of Stormsong Valley. In the Temple of the Storm, this is the temple used by the tidesages to worship the sea.

And in front of the lord, there is a statue. The statue has no specific shape, representing the most instinctive awe and worship of the tide sages towards the sea. The tentacles... are like octopuses, and the interior of the Temple of Storms, which should be bright, is now shining with a gloomy, cold and damp light.

As if being under the sea, behind the lord is a group of sincere tidesages. Their prayers at this time are to guide the four fleets of Kul Tiras to return safely.

Don't think that the tidesage's prayer is just a simple worship, it is not! The tide sages who worship the sea obtain mysterious power from the sea. Their prayers can affect the sea winds and currents of the sea, and even calm the storm that should have appeared. The name of the Armada of Kul Tiras has many The biggest factor is all because of the tide sages stationed on the fleet.

Imagine, when fighting on the sea, a frenzied storm will destroy your strength, but leave the enemy unscathed in the storm, and even use the power of the storm, what a terrible thing this is!

But today, the prayer is somewhat weird.

We are like frightened sheep, lost our way.

We left the chaotic streets of our homeland, trying to find a greater existence.

Lord Stormsong knelt before the statue, and he recited softly:

Finally, we found the ocean.

Or, the ocean found us.

Accompanied by the rise of some kind of power, in the Lord's closed eyes, the situation in Tiragarde Strait at this time is almost vivid. He saw the third and fourth fleets of Kul Tiras being trapped under the sea surface and rising. In the fog that was raised, in the whispers that made people crazy, they were sent bit by bit by the weird ocean currents into the gap between reality and illusion.

that's another country...

Although the tides are as disturbing as our home, they are not the finite existence we know.

Every swell brings casualties, but it also brings food.

And where there's food, there's...freedom.

The Lord muttered to himself. Behind him, the will of those sages was infiltrated by the deep power of the sea. They recited the ancient scriptures fascinatedly, making the atmosphere in the temple even more strange and profound.

We search for our home on the horizon, like a sailor's eyes restlessly gazing into the distance.

We didn't know what we found.

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

Amidst the tumbling and obscure power, Lord Stormsong opened his eyes and stood up. Before his eyes, the distorted statue seemed to have a life of its own. Dark light shone and twisted in front of the statue. The dark light projected the Lord's figure on the ground, distorting his figure as well.

And behind him, the low-pitched chanting continued.

We were the first to hear them.

That's not a violent ocean tide swelling on the surface...it's a soft whisper, only us who can hear it.

Whispers reveal the true hidden powers within us.

The surging tide changes us and makes us see the truth.

We were changed forever.

Lord Stormsong's chants grew louder, and soon the furtive whispers rang through the temple like thunder.

The scriptures of the tidesages are not as sacred as the scriptures of the church of the light, in fact, it sounds more like telling a story.

It all happened very simply.

Our divine gift draws fish into our nets and fresh water into our mouths.

We...are no longer slaves to the elements.

We... are the masters!

After repeated twists and turns, the dark light on the statue finally formed a strange figure in front of the sincere Lord Stormsong. The dark shadow rose from the calm sea water in front of the statue, as if from the deep sea. It's like rising from the bottom, like rising from the abyss.

That shadow looked at everything in front of her with an inherent arrogance. She listened to the poem, her beautiful face was full of calm, as if she didn't care about all of this.

The lord knelt down on the ground again, this time, he appeared more sincere, because the phantom that appeared in front of him was the master's messenger, the queen who dedicated everything to the Stormsong family, and the source of strength for the lord's ancestors. The absolute secret that the Thorson family lives on.

And that deep and strange chants finally came to the final chapter. The tide sages who were immersed in the power of the sea became even more crazy, and they shouted in unison:

The wind with full sail is in our hands... The tide drives us into the night.

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

The guidance of the abyss is becoming clearer, and they are leading us home.

Brand new home.

We named that place after the lord in honor of our boon.

We're... finally home.

At the moment when the high-pitched voice became low, the entire psalm was recited, and the dark power was like a crazy silhouette, floating in this temple. Lord Stormsong felt the gaze from above his head, and he took a deep breath In one breath, it is the air that contains the smell of sea tide, sea breeze and abyss.

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

You are welcome. Beautiful and great...Queen Azshara, my...Queen.

This poem has been slightly modified. The main body comes from the records of the tide sages in Stormsong Valley. The original version is more flavorful. If you are interested in children's shoes, you can search for it--well, although WOW has a lot of Cthulhu-style stuff , but in this expansion pack, the task design about the tidesage in Stormsong Valley and the lost manor is completely paying tribute to the Cthulhu mythology. By the way, I like this mythology series very much.