The sailboat sailed along the coastline, Thrall, having nothing else to do, listened to the adventurers discussing the whereabouts of the Tidal Charm.
According to Thrall's memory, the Tidal Charm originally belonged to Prince Nazzgak of the Naga race, who lived in Faldir's Cove in the Arathi Highlands.
Adventurers on the Timeways do not know the exact location of the Tidal Charm, only that it is near Arathi Highlands.
Looking at the large amount of supplies on the ship, Thrall deduced that this group planned to stay in the waters Arathi Highlands for an extended period.
Thrall's mind raced with countless schemes and plots: how to seize the Tidal Charm and become the leader of this adventurer's party.
But what Thrall needs most is time.
Antonidas's intervention means that Thrall no longer has a place in the Eastern Kingdoms.
Thrall made up his mind to help the team obtain the Tidal Charm as soon as possible, and then sail to Kalimdor.
A few days later, the sailboat docked at the port of Gilneas to replenish its freshwater supply.
As soon as Thrall got ashore, he was so frightened that he fled back.
The port was plastered with Thrall's wanted posters, portraying Thrall as the Destroyer of Azeroth, with a bounty of a thousand gold coins.
A group of Gilneas guards boarded the ship and verified everyone's identities.
Fortunately, Thrall quick-witted and transformed into Ghost Wolf, using Underwater Breathing Spell to hide in the sea and escape unscathed.
Unfortunately, Thrall's actions did not escape the ship owner's notice. When he boarded the ship, he was met with the ship owner's suspicious gaze.
The ship's owner was a Kul Tiras, stronger than Thrall.
Thrall, realizing he was unlikely to win, could only explain that he was a dark mage who was wanted for killing a noble Orcs.
All I can say is that Thrall's Orb of Deception was of very high quality, and with a bit of luck, the ship owner believed him and patted Thrall on the shoulder:
"Well done! The eldest son of the Proudmoore family died at the hands of Orcs. We Kul Tiras hate Orcs the most."
After a pause, a bitter smile appeared on the boat owner's lips:
Ironically, our employer is an Orcs. These days, nobody turns down gold coins.
Thrall, knowing that the Kul Tiras were willing to pay a high price to find the Tidal Charm, quickly thought of an Orcs.
"Is your employer Queen Doras?"
Doras was originally one of Gul'dan's subordinates. Six years after the Dark Portal was built, he followed Gul'dan to sea, but they encountered a storm at sea and their ship ran aground in Kalimdor.
He earned his first fortune by taming Wyvern from the Stonetalon Mountains.
He then used Wyverns to control Kalimdor's flying business, and monopolized both land and flying mounts, becoming the richest man in Kalimdor.
The boat owner nodded:
"Queen Doras is very generous. As long as we get the Tidal Charm, we can retire, go back to Kul Tiras, open a hotel, and live as comfortably as we want."
Having tasted the sweetness of power, Thrall's ambitions extend far beyond that.
When the Orcs first ascended to Kalimdor, it was only because Thrall pleased Queen Doras that Orcs were able to establish themselves.
It was just a repetition; Thrall believed he could do better and rise again with the help of Doras's power.
"I've heard of Queen Doras for a long time, but I don't know what kind of woman she is," Thrall said, subtly probing for information.
The ship's captain raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly, saying, "Queen Doras claims to be the most beautiful woman among the Orcs, and her weight exceeds that of an adult Kodo."
Upon hearing this, Thrall felt a wave of dizziness wash over him; the Doras of the Timeways were even more terrifying in size.
"A few years ago, Queen Doras was terribly betrayed by a scumbag Orcs, and ever since then she has harbored a deep hatred for male Orcs, forbidding Orcs from setting foot on Kalimdor."
Thrall stared in disbelief as a large door slowly closed.
The ship owner gave Thrall a meaningful look:
"The ports of Kalimdor are plastered with Orcs; Queen Doras rewards 100 gold for killing a male Orcs."
Thrall staggered back to the cabin like a walking corpse and collapsed onto the bed.
There's no place for them in the Eastern Kingdoms, and they can't go to Kalimdor either. Where should they go?
Of course, it's not a dead end yet.
The Broken Isles, Northrend, Pandaria, Kul Tiras, the Zandalari Empire, and more.
If Thrall were to retire from public life, he could find a secluded corner in these places and live a life of seclusion, never to concern himself with worldly affairs again.
But Thrall could not accept this.
As Thrall drifted off to sleep, he felt countless shadows rushing towards him, including ferocious Orcs and human soldiers with blood-soaked faces, seemingly about to tear Thrall's flesh apart.
Thrall awoke from a nightmare, suddenly feeling the ship rock violently.
"It's Murlocs! Murlocs attacked our ship!" shouted an adventurer from inside the cabin.
Thrall rushed onto the deck, where the adventurers had already picked up their weapons and were ready to fight.
The sailboat was surrounded by foam, from which countless Murloc lurked, and the ship's owner was negotiating in the Murloc language.
Before long, the ship owner breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand, ordering everyone to lay down their weapons.
"The Murlocs Invincible; they are simply conducting routine checks on passing ships and capturing Thrall, the Destroyer."
Thrall's face immediately turned extremely ugly.
An adventurer asked, "What, even the Murloc got wanted?"
The ship owner nodded. "Silvermoon City, Lordaeron, and Gilneas have reached an agreement, offering a huge bounty of five million gold coins, with an additional ten thousand gold coins for providing clues."
Five million gold coins is enough to drive all the Murloc Azeroth mad.
The ship owner continued, "This huge bounty has alarmed the Murloc god, Yulas. Murlocs of Azeroth have received orders not to let any ship escape."
Dozens of Murloc boarded the ship amidst a noisy commotion and searched every corner.
Thrall escaped inspection once again, but he knew the magic of the Orb of Deception was waning.
When the magic of the orb is exhausted, the end of Thrall will come.
Unless they leave the Timeways, but without Anachronos's help, Thrall is powerless.
At that moment, Thrall felt as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.
It felt like being in the deep sea, a despair so intense it was suffocating.
Thrall spent each day in agony, but the days passed quickly, and the sailboat made a brief stop in Southshore.
The adventurers all went ashore to have fun, but Thrall remained on the ship, filled with anxiety.
The sailboat was taken to the Shipyard for maintenance.
Thrall noticed that the Shipyard housed more than a dozen Orcs.
A dozen Orcs worked together, using pulleys and magic to lift the sailboat and clear the barnacles from its hull.
Although Thrall tried his best to minimize his presence, he was still noticed by the Shipyard leader.
The Shipyard leader was a tall, thin middle-aged man with eagle-like eyes.
"I've heard you're a mage." The leader showed great interest.
Thrall nodded cautiously.
The leader stared intently at Thrall, making Thrall's scalp tingle, and then laughed:
"The people on the ship say you are a warrior who once slew a noble Orcs."
Thrall nodded almost imperceptibly, thinking to himself: No one has killed as many Orcs as I have.
"You exude a heavy aura of malevolence," the leader said with a half-smile. "When I was alive, I killed countless people, but I was nowhere near as deadly as you."
Thrall stared at the chieftain in surprise.
The leader removed the disguise from his face, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes:
"I am a Lich, Kel'Thuzad's disciple, Herkula. During my crucial Lich ritual, a group of humans stormed in and nearly killed me."
In Herkula, Southshore, Thrall was suddenly startled.
That's why I hate living people.
Herkula chuckled:
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Warchief Thrall."