Tandred lay on his back on the deck, and he had never seen such a blue sky before, like a pure sapphire.
Azeroth is a land of bloodshed. From the time Tandred could remember, he had been constantly dealing with Pirates and murderers, experiencing all sorts of deceit and treachery, and his hands were inevitably stained with blood.
Every time Tandred looked up at the sky, he felt that the skies of Azeroth were filled with an aura of slaughter.
The drifting white clouds are like unyielding bloodstains, the warm sea breeze carries a nauseating stench of blood, and the terrifying storm seems like the weeping and wailing of Restless Souls sunk to the bottom of the sea.
When faced with the terrifying monsters created by Wrathion, Tandred was unwilling, but his first thought was to find release and return to the embrace of the sea.
Unexpectedly, a miracle occurred: the Kul Tiras fleet was transported to this strange world by a mysterious force.
The fleet drifted on the ocean, where there was no night, no sense of the passage of time, the cabins were always full of fresh water, and the food seemed to be inexhaustible.
There is no wind, frost, rain, or snow; no sunrise or sunset; no terrifying marine life; and even common diseases never visit.
One soldier couldn't bear it and committed suicide, but soon reappeared on the deck unharmed.
After a while, everyone felt weary and lost their purpose in life, letting the ship drift aimlessly at sea.
Tandred spent his days lying on the deck sunbathing, idly passing the time. After what seemed like an eternity, a stranger finally came to visit.
Robbie tipped his hat and Tandred, asking casually, "Brave Kul Tiras, are you settling in well?"
Tandred hurriedly stood up, first instinctively reaching for the scimitar at his waist, then quickly abandoning his attempt, realizing that the being he faced was beyond the power of a scimitar to contend with, and thus respectfully returned the salute.
"Dear stranger, thank you for saving my fleet. May I ask where this place is?"
Robbie wanted to tell him that this was Parallel Worlds of Azeroth, and that the strange phenomena were caused by the lack of certain important laws of time.
But this was difficult for Tandred to accept and understand, so Robbie changed his tune, saying, "You could think of this as Time Vortex outside the storm."
Tandred wasn't surprised. He was a general, focused on tactics and killing techniques; what was Time Vortex? He had no interest in figuring it out.
"Thank you again for your help. When can we go home?" Tandred asked without much hope, trying to be as tactful as possible to avoid angering the other party.
The ocean is filled with strange Legendary, such as Queen Azshara's Eternal Royal Palace and the Black Empire of the Old Gods N'Zoth. Tandred secretly wondered about Robbie's origins.
Robbie explained, "Don't misunderstand, this isn't a permanent imprisonment. Jaina holds the Fleet's Heart. If we let you go back, do you have a way to get rid of her?"
Tandred couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Jaina had the ability to teleport away the Kul Tiras fleet; this unimaginable power was something he couldn't contend with.
"If we don't go back, what will happen to Kul Tiras? Who will protect our people?"
Robbie chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I'll tell all of Azeroth that if anyone invades Kul Tiras' territory, the Invincible will return from the storm. Covert deterrence is more effective than overt threats."
Tandred sighed, "I hope so. As long as Kul Tiras is safe, I'd be willing to live here forever."
Robbie shook his head and said, "You won't have to wait long. Remember, when you hear a young Daughter of the Sea,' that's the day you'll go home."
Darnassus.
After many days of sailing and overcoming numerous difficulties, the Gilneas finally arrived at the port of Darnassus.
Greymane stroked his beard gently, climbed ashore on the plank, and as his feet touched solid ground, a weight lifted from his shoulders.
After encountering the Forsaken fleet, he abandoned his Troop Transport Ship and fled, feeling a pang of sadness and a secret pity for his soldiers.
But Greymane would not regret it. The life of a King is far more important than that of soldiers and civilians. As long as he lives, even if he is the only one left, Gilneas will not perish.
Belysra Starwind, wielding the Scythe of Elune, followed Greymane ashore, with a Ghost Wolf trailing behind her.
A Night Elf Druid, a disciple of Malfurion, who had been waiting for some time, greeted them politely, "King Greymane, welcome to Darnassus."
Neither Malfurion nor Tyrande came out to greet him, which slightly displeased Greymane. The disciple said apologetically, "I'm very sorry, we prepared a grand welcoming ceremony when the Gilneas fleet first set foot in Darnassus, but this time we can only keep things simple."
Greymane asked in surprise, "How is that possible? I should be the first Gilneas to reach Darnassus. Oh, and you just mentioned the fleet."
The disciple glanced at Greymane with a puzzled expression, then quietly turned away.
A familiar face strode over, and Darius gave Greymane a tight hug. "King Majesty, I am so glad to see you arrive in Darnassus safely."
Greymane was startled, as if he had seen a ghost, and exclaimed in surprise, "Are you a human or a ghost?"
Darius narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharpening. "King Majesty, do you know how heartbroken the soldiers were when you abandoned us and fled?"
Greymane confirmed that Darius was alive and asked in a commanding tone, "Darius, tell me, how did you escape the Forsaken fleet's pursuit?"
"I'm sorry, I cannot answer."
Darius stated firmly, "You are still the King of Gilneas, but we are no longer subjects of Gilneas."
"Are you going to betray me?" Greymane roared.
Darius shrugged. "Let's just pretend we're dead."
Silvermoon City!
After returning from the land of the dead, Kael'thas disguised himself as an ordinary Blood Elf and infiltrated Silvermoon City to secretly observe Silvermoon City inhabitants.
Kael'thas harbored a deep-seated hatred for the Orcs, and the fact that the Blood Elves had sided with the Horde was something he found extremely difficult to accept.
Although the Blood Elves are in a better situation than the Tauren, who have become food for the Orcs, this is only because Blood Elf are thin-skinned, have little flesh, and have a very low reproductive rate.
The Blood Elves are now in a situation similar to that of Orcs' Servant.
He was subservient to the Orcs, worked hard without complaint, and suffered all kinds of humiliation at their Orcs.
The once proud High Elves are now merely third-class citizens of the Horde, even inferior to the Forsaken.
Regent Lor'themar Theron went to great lengths to ingratiate himself with the Orcs, his obsequious manner was nauseating, but unfortunately the Regent's flattery had little effect, Thrall and Garrosh often ignored him and turned a blind eye to him.
Kael'thas desperately wanted to help the Blood Elves break free from the Orcs' oppression and regain their former glory, but he was no longer the impulsive young man he once was and understood the difficulties involved.
Given the current situation, the Blood Elves seem to have accepted their Destiny.
Kael'thas couldn't sense any resistance from his people; they seemed numb. He couldn't tell if this numbness was genuine or just temporary forbearance, Kael'thas dared not gamble.
The apathy of the tribe is more terrifying than the oppression they suffer.
Kael'thas set his sights on Rustwater Port in Azshara and decided to conduct an experiment.