"Jaina, what right do you have to order me around?" Tandred roared angrily.
The fleet was shrouded in mist, and a series of unpleasant creaking sounds could be heard.
Jaina had long plotted to hand Kul Tiras over to the Orcs, so she sent out many spies who knew everything about the Kul Tiras navy.
To deal with Jaina, the mages hired by Tandred developed an Anti-Magic Crossbow that required loading and was incredibly powerful; if it hit a human body, even Jaina would either die or be seriously injured.
This Anti-Magic Crossbow has an extremely long effective range, exceeding Jaina's casting range. Its only drawback is its poor accuracy, making it difficult to hit the target.
But Jaina dared not gamble, and hurriedly climbed upwards. Only when she reached a safe distance did she breathe a sigh of relief, remove the necklace from her neck, and say in a boastful tone:
"Look what this is!"
Tandred calmly replied, "The Fleet's Heart the Kul Tiras Fleet is only worthy of being worn by the Commander-in-Chief, but no one will recognize you, you despicable traitor."
Jaina chuckled softly:
"I don't need your approval. The Fleet's Heart can pinpoint the location of the Kul Tiras fleet. With the Fleet's Heart, I can teleport your fleet to any sea. I will carefully select my enemies, forcing you to fight for yourself, and for me as well."
Tandred was pale; he didn't know much about magic, and he looked around at the mages for answers.
An elderly mage shook his head and said, "No one in this world can do it. It requires an immense amount of mana, unless all the mages of Dalaran join forces."
"Foolish! You have no idea what true power is!" Jaina deliberately used amplification magic, as if afraid people wouldn't hear her. "Before my overwhelming magic, your strength is insignificant, my dear brother, prepare for battle!"
The Fleet's Heart shone with golden light, and behind Jaina, a Portal secretly opened, with vast, ocean-like magical power swirling around Jaina.
Teleporting the entire fleet away is far beyond Jaina's capabilities.
However, with all the mages in Dalaran working together, it wasn't difficult to achieve this.
The Portal was very well hidden; everyone was drawn to the light of the Fleet's Heart, and even the mages beside Tandred didn't discover the secret.
The elderly monk exclaimed in surprise, "This is impossible!"
"The Kul Tiras fleet, submit to my magic!" Jaina shouted arrogantly.
Magic surged, enveloping the fleet in purple Arcane energy. The seawater rippled, the ships rocked violently, and the sailors showed expressions of terror.
Tandred shouted encouragement to the sailors, "Don't panic, prepare for battle!"
For Azeroth!
As soon as Jaina finished speaking, the entire fleet disappeared from the port.
Sylvanas stood at the bow of the ship, gazing at the vibrant, life-filled ocean, and an indescribable sense of jealousy and resentment welled up within her.
A strange fish, its body shimmering with silver light and shaped like a sword, leaped out of the sea. Sylvanas's gaze sharpened; only the skeleton of the fish remained, scattered across the ocean.
High Archmage Antonidas rushed onto the deck in a panic. "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! I sensed a massive surge of magical energy!"
Sylvanas remained calm and composed, though inwardly she wondered, "Gallywix is just a Goblin, not Mage!"
Could it be Jaina? No, someone capable of making Antonidas so flustered must be no ordinary person. So who could it be?
This brief hesitation cost Sylvanas her last chance.
A purple light flashed, and one heavyweight warship after another appeared near the Forsaken fleet. The two sides were so close that Sylvanas could see the expression on Tandred's face.
The Kul Tiras fleet was well-prepared for battle. The sailors were in position, and the dark cannons extended from the sides of the ships, with shells already loaded.
Upon seeing that the enemy was the Forsaken fleet, although unwilling, Tandred knew there was no room for negotiation, so he loudly gave the order:
"Kul Tiras lads, fire! Aim for their ammunition magazines!"
With a deafening roar, the Kul Tiras fleet opened fire. Before Sylvanas could even react, many Forsaken warships had already been blasted to pieces.
Antonidas hurriedly prepared to cast a spell, but Tandred, seeing the danger, shouted, "Prepare the Anti-Magic Crossbow! Aim at that long-bearded Forsaken mage!"
Whoosh!
Two crossbow bolts, each over two meters long, flew in, startling Antonidas so much that he quickly stopped casting his spell and hid inside the cabin.
"Turn the ship around and continue firing."
Tandred gave another order.
As the second round of artillery bombardment continued, watching the warships sink one by one with resentment, Sylvanas finally realized that all was lost. She glared fiercely at Tandred and quickly ran into the cabin.
Antonidas had already prepared the Portal, Sylvanas retreated without looking back.
Baine Bloodhoof was fast asleep in the cabin when he was awakened by bursts of cannon fire. When he came out of the cabin, the Forsaken flagship was leaking in many places and was rocking back and forth before finally plunging into the sea.
A large amount of seawater rushed into the cabin, and the bodies of Forsaken sailors were everywhere. Baine calmly closed his eyes and transformed into a seal, swimming nimbly in the seawater.
Few people know that the newly appointed Tauren Chieftain is actually a remarkable Druid.
The Forsaken fleet was suddenly ambushed, and the Orcs fleet from nearby rushed to their aid.
Upon seeing the Orcs, Tandred was filled with even more hatred and commanded the Kul Tiras fleet to engage them. Under the barrage of cannon fire, the Orcs fleet was no match and sank into the sea.
Thrall gazed at the battle unfolding before him, a sense of immense pride welling within him.
"Jaina, you've done well. From now on, the Kul Tiras fleet is ours. With this powerful fleet, what can Garrosh use to compete with me for sea supremacy? We'll turn the people of Kul Tiras into Tough Jerky and make their fleet serve us."
Jaina shook her head. "That's impossible, Thrall. Tandred is even more stubborn than my father."
After annihilating the Orcs fleet, the Tandred discovered the Rustwater Cartel's Troop Transport Ship. Hating Jaina's arrogance, they commanded their fleet to sail towards them in a grand procession.
Jaina, pale-faced, stammered, "No, no, damn it, I forgot something."
Thrall was terrified and shouted, "Get them out of here, you idiot!"
After forcibly casting the Fleet Teleportation, Jaina and the mages of Dalaran were both depleted of mana. Jaina had only a small amount of mana left, just enough to open Portal and escape.
"Very interesting, Jaina, you did a great job."
The Black Prince Wrathion, emerged from the cabin and laughed:
"What a fine fleet, Thrall. As you wished, this fleet is ours now. You have the honor of witnessing my true power."
Wrathion lightly stomped his foot, and a black mist spread from beneath his feet into the seawater. The black mist grew larger and larger, and before long, a large area of the seawater turned black.
The seawater was churning violently as if it were boiling. Jaina secretly used her magic to observe and discovered that the reason for the boiling was that the creatures in the sea had become agitated due to the influence of the dark energy.
A large amount of black mist condensed together, the seawater parted, and a huge creature emerged from the sea, resembling a Dragon, only much larger. It was formed by countless marine creatures piled together. The Kul Tiras warships were like ants in front of this creature.
"Submission or death."