Vandel and Akama arrived at Stormwind City docks, but instead of buying tickets, Vandel boarded a large ship directly.
The boat was entirely green, including its sails, which were dyed with a green tree sap.
Akama examined it closely and found that the hull was perfectly formed, without a single gap.
Was it hollowed out from a large tree?
"This ship is made from a type of evergreen wood from Mount Hyjal," Vandel explained.
Azeroth has the World Tree, so it's not surprising that similar towering trees exist there.
Ignoring the crew's attempts to stop him, Vandel charged headlong into the captain's cabin.
The captain was a green-skinned Goblin, whose skin was the same color as the ship, and he wore a comical green tricorn hat.
"Who are you? You're not welcome here!" The Goblin jumped up in angry protest.
Vandel uttered a few words: "Dierlifisi, I know it's you."
The Goblin immediately softened, withdrew his fist, and said meekly, "I'm not good at fighting."
Vandel took off his hat and put it on his head. "I know, so I didn't want to make things difficult for you, I just wanted to hitch a ride on a speedboat."
"Alright!" the Goblin shrugged. "I'll arrange a room for you."
"Why not the captain's cabin?" Vandel chuckled. "I smell Fel liquor."
"You filthy Demon Hunters, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have Kil'jaeden's protection!" The Goblin's face twisted with rage.
Vandel bowed gracefully, as if inviting a dance partner to a lavish ball.
The Goblin understood this was a challenge to a duel, and quickly changed his tune. "Welcome to the King of Orgrimmar, generous Demon Hunter."
Vandel and Akama were able to move into the spacious captain's cabin as they had wished. After taking a sniff, Vandel went straight to the refrigerator and took out several bottles of fine wine.
The green, viscous liquid was bubbling away, and Vandel downed half a bottle in one go.
"The Goblin captain's name is a bit strange," Akama asked curiously.
"Not surprising, Dreadlords have similar names." Vandel exhaled a long breath and spat out a mouthful of green Flame.
"What? He's a Dreadlord?" Akama almost jumped up.
Vandel chuckled and said, "Dierlifisi is a harmless Dreadlord. By 'harmless,' I mean he's weak. He's just as cunning as other Dreadlords."
Seeing Akama still puzzled, Vandel explained:
"This ship is responsible for transporting Orcs worshippers. It travels from Theramore into Orgrimmar, where you'll see the most beautiful maidens and the most handsome lads."
Akama asked absentmindedly, "Will they all eventually become food for the Orcs?"
Vandel nodded solemnly. "The Orcs need flesh and blood, the Burning Legion needs souls, Dierlifisi is responsible for collecting the souls and sending them to the Legion Forge."
As the two were talking, a chattering sound could be heard from the deck.
A group of young girls dressed in animal skins, their faces painted with oil paint, and dressed as Orcs, boarded the ship without a care in the world, their beautiful eyes filled with longing.
"I'm about to meet the Savior Thrall, I'm so excited!"
"The great Savior Thrall is my idol, and I would die for him."
"By the Holy Light, that damned Varian should hand over Stormwind City to Thrall, the Savior."
Vandel's voice was as cold as the wind. "The Peace Dove has bewitched the entire Kingdom of Stormwind. Varian and Thrall were in cahoots all along. Look at this, this is the atrocity of the Orcs."
The Draenei were nearly wiped out by the Orcs, Vandel thought he could incite Akama's hatred.
Surprisingly, Akama smiled indifferently, "I have absolutely no interest in human women."
Vandel immediately frowned.
A ticking sound came, Akama immediately perked up his ears; it was the sound of hooves hitting the deck.
Following the sound, Akama's eyes widened in surprise.
She was a beautiful female Draenei with a pair of sexy, small horns and a pair of sparkling eyes that seemed to be filled with countless stars.
She wore a loose silver robe that concealed her tail perfectly, and her graceful figure exuded an intellectual beauty.
"The Holy Light is with us."
The female Draenei accepted the gifts from the boatman, her voice clear and melodious, like the tinkling of a spring.
In that instant, the world disappeared; Akama's eyes were fixed on the female Draenei, radiating endless light and heat as she approached him.
Vandel couldn't appreciate the beauty of the Draenei; judging from Akama's expression, he was completely captivated.
"There aren't many Draenei in Stormwind City," Vandel said, stroking his chin. "Akama, I advise you to give up. Everyone who boarded this ship was lured by the Peace Dove, tricked into coming to Orgrimmar to die. Sooner or later, they'll be turned into mincemeat. Besides, Draenei have a deep-seated hatred for Orcs; they shouldn't be so stubborn."
Akama turned around blankly, her eyes filled with terror. "What did you say? She's going to be eaten by the Orcs?"
Vandel shrugged helplessly.
"No, I absolutely will not allow this to happen." Akama angrily smashed the coffee table with his palm.
"These are relics of the Highborne." Vandel said with a hint of heartache, "I understand your thinking, but save it. It's useless. They're already bewitched; you can't change their minds."
Akama was not one to act impulsively; she needed to know her enemy and herself. She hurriedly asked, "Vandel, tell me about the Doves of Peace Dove's tricks. How did they fall for it?"
Vandel took a sip of his drink and said, "Do you know what a trend is? For a time, the Elves thought horns were beautiful, so people drilled a hole between their eyebrows and installed a horn. If you didn't follow suit, you would be looked down upon and ostracized. Many Elves died from this, but they remained stubbornly obsessed."
"The Peace Dove was also a popular trend. Starting with King Terenas, Orcs culture began to take hold, and those who opposed it were ruthlessly executed. One-fifth of Lordaeron's population was killed, and no one dared to criticize the Orcs anymore. When the Peace Dove reached Stormwind City, King Varian led the way in supporting it, and the consequence was that many people, even if they knew it was wrong, had to follow the trend."
"These girls were specially selected; most of them had not experienced the war against the Orcs. They were first brainwashed with special magic."
Akama's eyes lit up, and she looked at Vandel: "You're talking about magic. If it's magic, there must be a way to break it."
Vandel shook his head. "Magic is merely a means; the idea is already ingrained in their minds, and even if the magic is dispelled, it will be useless."
"It's alright, it's alright." Akama paced back and forth anxiously, pondering for a moment before saying, "You remove the spell from her, leave the rest to me. I am the Archbishop of the Draenei, and it is my responsibility to rescue my lost people."
Vandel curled his lip in despair. "Alright, I'll definitely help. By the way, we still don't know her name."
The King of Orgrimmar set sail, the warm sea breeze ruffling his hair. Who could have imagined that this would be a journey of no return, a death voyage?
Akama was busy with something in the captain's cabin when, on deck, Vandel "coincidentally" encountered the Draenei woman.
"I am Vandel, captain of the King of Orgrimmar. May I ask your name?"
The Draenei woman smiled sweetly and said gracefully:
"I heard the captain was a Goblin, but I didn't expect him to be such a handsome Elf. My name is Lisa, and I was born on a rainy night."
Seemingly triggered by a memory, Vandel paused, then gave an awkward laugh after a long while.
"Welcome aboard the King of Orgrimmar. I hope you have a pleasant journey."