Mondo Wanjin seemed to harbor deep resentment towards his boss, Gallywix, and activated the Scrying Gem with gritted teeth.
Under the bright sunshine, between the blue sky and the sea, a Seagulls landed on the top of a mast, curiously gazing at the bustling crowd below.
The first thing to appear is the surging, roaring Lava, with countless Fire Elementals swimming within Lava.
A Thunder roar resounded as a powerful force forced the Lava to split apart, startling the Fire Elementals, which burrowed deep into the Lava.
The Lava separated for a very short time before fusing back together.
But that brief moment was enough; everyone noticed that deep within the Lava, a dazzling white city was faintly visible.
The city is protected by Magic Shield, which isolates it from the Fervor Lava. Magnificent buildings, towering stone statues, and rows of mecha-like creations can be vaguely seen.
The scene was Anjing, filled with awe at the magnificent Titans city. After a brief silence, a cacophony of voices erupted from the crowd. Media personnel, as if intoxicated, were engrossed in writing news reports at breakneck speed.
"The greatest discovery since the opening of the Dark Portal."
The secrets beneath Mount Kajaro have been revealed.
"Will Thrall Savior, be able to regain his Horde Warchief?"
"A renowned scholar from Dalaran confidently asserted that this Titans city was built by Lord of the Skies and Seas Golganneth, and that his Scepter of the Waves stands at the very center of the city."
Just as everyone was getting excited, a crisp gunshot rang out.
Half of Mondo Wanjin's head was blown off, and the guards of Booty Bay were searching for the killer. Mondo Wanjin's death added more credibility to the news.
"What? You're saying there's a Titans city beneath the Lava?"
When the news reached Orgrimmar, Garrosh could no longer sit still and stared in disbelief at General Nazgrim.
"The news is absolutely true," General Nazgrim said nervously. "According to senior experts, there are at least one hundred Titans mechs in the city. The mechs' combat power is equivalent to that of the Titan Keepers. If Thrall takes them over, the New Horde will definitely be no match for them."
Garrosh slammed his fist on the armrest and said angrily:
"If Thrall obtains this city, we will all die. Order all fleets to set sail, send out all our airships. To hell with these Harbinger, anyone who stands in our way will die. Titans City can only belong to me."
General Nazgrim knew the matter was of great importance and immediately went to make arrangements. Garrosh gradually calmed down, ordered the guards to temporarily not receive guests, and entered a meditative state.
"Great Lord, I am your most loyal servant, Garrosh Hellscream. Orgrimmar is in peril, Orcs face a life-or-death crisis. Please grant me devastating power to help my servant overcome this difficulty."
Mysterious slang rang in Garrosh's ears, like countless women whispering amongst themselves, seemingly having encountered something amusing, the women giggling.
One of the women stopped laughing and said seriously:
"Garrosh, you must be careful. Wrathion's greatest strength lies and deception. Only a clear and calm mind can see through his schemes."
Garrosh blinked, then asked in surprise, "Great Lord, is all of this just a fabricated lie?"
The woman's voice grew increasingly authoritative:
"You're wrong, Garrosh. Wrathion's greatest skill is seven parts lies and three parts truth. You can't believe him completely, but you can't completely disbelieve him either. The timing is entirely in your hands. Go, son of Grommash Hellscream, the glory of purifying Azeroth awaits you."
The revelation from the Overlord ended there, and Garrosh fell into thought.
Is it a conspiracy or a trick?
Garrosh suddenly realized something and cursed himself for being an idiot.
If Mount Kajaro erupts, the fleet approaching the Kezan Isles will be in danger.
We absolutely cannot gamble everything; if the Orgrimmar navy is completely wiped out, we will regret it deeply. But we also cannot simply let it go unchecked, lest we miss the opportunity to seize control of the Titans city.
After much deliberation and careful consideration, Garrosh first ordered Nazgrim to cease operations and maintain the existing fleet size in the Kezan Isles, and then issued the following order:
"Summon Baine Bloodhoof and Sylvanas to me."
Neither Tauren nor Centaurs like the ocean. Baine Bloodhoof endured the discomfort caused by the ship's rocking and climbed onto the deck step by step.
Sylvanas stood at the bow of the ship, like a straight javelin, exuding a heroic and dashing air.
Although they don't get seasick like Baine, they also dislike the ocean. The Forsaken are aquatic creatures, and seawater would accelerate their body decay.
"Dark Lady, this is quite a chore, isn't it?" Baine grumbled, gripping the deck tightly.
Sylvanas replied calmly, "Do you have a choice?"
Baine touched the bull's horns, becoming even more convinced that he was Tauren:
"Alright, I understand Garrosh's purpose: to use us as pitiful cannon fodder to test the strength of Mount Kajaro. Although we can't refuse, we hope to secretly join forces."
Baine glanced furtively at High Archmage Antonidas, who was hidden in the shadows. An Archmage Mastery in teleportation, he was capable of ensuring the leader's safety to the greatest extent possible.
Sylvanas turned around, leaned forward slightly, and asked with a smile, "Son of Cairne, all cooperation is based on a win-win situation. What price are you willing to pay?"
Baine stared blankly at the Dark Lady, unsure of what to say.
"Son of Cairne, you should be able to swim, right?" Sylvanas said with a malicious smile.
Baine blushed, realizing he'd been rejected by Sylvanas, and could only sullenly return to his cabin to sleep.
Unable to utilize the Tauren's physical advantages in naval combat, Baine had no choice but to endure it for the time being.
Sylvanas watched Baine's retreating figure and sneered, "Look at him, even a mobile supply depot is complaining. The Tauren never seem to know their place."
Antonidas murmured in agreement, "Besides serving as military rations, their souls and bones make excellent materials for crafting the Forsaken."
The lookout on the mast brought news that a convoy had been spotted.
Sylvanas raised her telescope, but unfortunately couldn't see anything. Luckily, Antonidas was there and used the Mage's Eye to scout, quickly locking onto the target.
"Your Majesty, it's Gilneas Troop Transport Ship; they only have one warship."
Sylvanas's eyes lit up, and she smiled smugly, "Luckily, we've run into that old wolf, Greymane. Order the fleet to prepare for battle and sink him."
At almost the same time, Greymane also discovered the Forsaken's fleet.
After his son, Prince Liam, was abducted by Sylvanas, King Greymane was consumed by grief and personally executed several leaders of the rebel army.
Ironically, the number of soldiers had been drastically reduced after the depletion of the civil war, and there was no need to build ships anymore. The survivors of Gilneas sailed to Darnassus.
Unfortunately, they were out of luck and encountered the Forsaken fleet halfway there.
"Damn it, it's Sylvanas?"
Greymane was shocked; Gilneas's fleet consisted of only one flagship, Forsaken numbered at least twenty.
"Has Gilneas's history come to an end?"
Greymane's heart sank to the bottom of the sea.
Just then, a mysterious voice rang in Greymane's ear.
"Submit to me, and you will be saved."