There wasn't a breath of wind on the sea, and a sense of unease crept in. Experienced sailors knew that this was the prelude to an approaching storm.
The Fordragon Legion's fleet consisted mainly of fishing boats, which were unlikely to survive a violent storm, but the soldiers still followed orders and moved forward without any panic.
Duke Bolvar Fordragon stood on the deck, gazing at the vast sea. An unidentified seabird, drawn by the Duke's Holy Light aura, landed on his sleeve.
The Duke stroked the seabird's back, fed it some breadcrumbs, and looked quite relaxed.
"Duke, please make plans as soon as possible."
Archmage Tierte bowed slightly. Tierte, Court Mages, was of noble birth and had always been the Duke's right-hand man. Even in this most desperate moment, he had not abandoned the Duke.
Bolvar turned and smiled. "Tierte, what's your suggestion?"
Tierte's long eyebrows twitched as he said meticulously, "Our fleet only has three days' worth of rations and could be destroyed in a storm at any moment. My suggestion is to turn south."
"South?" The Duke quickly understood and asked, "You mean Booty Bay?"
Tierte said gravely, "Heading south along the coastline will avoid most of the bad weather. At this point, morality is no longer an option. We must force the Goblins of Booty Bay to pay, even though it's worse than killing them. We can use force if necessary. And those Bloodsail Buccaneers —their ships are excellent."
The Duke nodded. "A good suggestion. And then?"
Tierte said with a stern expression, "After changing ships in Booty Bay, we'll directly attack Theramore, drive Jaina away, and leave Orgrimmar's elite troops in Northrend, leaving their defenses weak. We can then directly threaten Thrall's stronghold."
The Duke took a deep breath. "That's a good idea, but how will you fight against the Guardian Aegwynn?"
Tierte paused for a moment, then replied, "If the Black Dragon Princess were to intervene, there should be hope of victory."
The Duke shook his head and sighed, "The Black Dragon Princess has already done enough for Stormwind City. Don't worry, everything is planned out. I trust that person."
A white light suddenly shone on the deck, and a figure dressed in a black robe appeared beside the Duke. Tierte was taken aback. This person's arrival came without any warning, clearly indicating that the teleportation magic was far beyond his comprehension. He couldn't muster the slightest thought to fight back.
"Haha, Duke Bolvar, how have you been? I've arrived."
The newcomer removed his cloak, revealing a rugged face. His surging magical power billowed his robes like the wind, and he held a short staff in his hand.
"Kel'Thuzad, you've come at just the right time." The Duke waved his sleeve, and the seabird flapped its wings and flew away.
Kel'Thuzad narrowed his eyes slightly. "I originally planned to send you directly to Northrend, but Jaina has sent us a great gift, and it would be impolite not to accept it."
Duke Bolvar scoffed, "I knew Thrall wouldn't let this opportunity slip by."
Kel'Thuzad took out a black box, opened it, and found dozens of fist-sized octopuses inside. He ordered his men to attach the octopuses to the ship.
Before long, countless tentacles grew on fishing boats of all sizes. With the help of the octopus tentacles, the boats could glide quickly across the sea without the aid of wind.
"Is this the power of Old Gods?" Tierte asked in surprise.
Kel'Thuzad didn't mince words, stating directly, "The Scourge is researching the principles behind the Curse of Flesh; the power of the Old Gods is extremely helpful to us."
Not far from the Fordragon Legion, hidden in the dark mist, were five Zandalar warships. Long-range teleportation spells are not easy to cast, and even with Jaina's strength and the help of several mages, she could only teleport five ships. However, a powerful Loa was also present.
King Rastakhan of Zandalar, wearing a tall crown and magnificent armor, wore a smug expression. "Jaina, it feels so good to be King."
Jaina showed no kindness to the cowardly King, coldly replying:
"Rastakhan, this is Savior 'Thrall order! If you dare disobey, Thrall will boil you in a pot and eat you. I've heard the Zandalar have incredible regenerative abilities. How many times do you want to be eaten?"
A flash of resentment crossed King Rastakhan's face, but he quickly laughed heartlessly:
"Haha, apart from Bolvar's flagship, the other ships are all fishing boats. I have five heavily armed warships, surely they can hit fishing boats?"
Jaina, her face hardening, warned, "Foolish Rastakhan, listen carefully. Bolvar's fleet contains several Court Mages. Without the power of the Loa, you have no chance of winning. We need a swift victory, leaving no survivors."
Rastakhan stood at the bow of the ship, closed his eyes, and chanted incantations. A huge phantom of Devilsaur appeared behind the ship.
In the Zandalari Empire, only the strongest Loa are qualified to become the Royal Loa.
Loa of Kings Rezan, was draped in seven-colored light and had enormous wings growing from his back. Upon closer inspection, each feather on his wings was a sharp sword, spear, or axe.
The seven-colored glow is Rezan's armor, and his metal wings are his most powerful weapons.
Jaina was overwhelmed by Rezan's imposing presence and felt a sense of insurmountable power. She couldn't help but wonder why the Zandalari Empire, with its immense strength, would submit to the Horde.
The answer is the Blood Trolls.
Jaina privately believed that the Blood Trolls were the future of the Zandalari Empire, and that with such powerful forces, the Zandalari Empire would have the capital to contend for dominance over Azeroth.
Although the power of blood has many drawbacks, it is not insurmountable; the power needs to be explored step by step.
Unfortunately, Rastakhan was too conservative and inflexible, relying solely on the Loa and failing to see the terrifying potential hidden behind the power of blood.
Rastakhan closed his eyes and waited, but as Bolvar's fleet approached, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with divine light.
"Death, slaughter, reaping their souls, death is like the wind, Zandalar fleet, advance!"
Five warships glided across the sea like the wind and quickly approached Bolvar's fleet.
The two fleets were so close that Rastakhan could clearly see Bolvar in full military uniform, with a stranger in a black robe standing beside him.
"Fleet, fire!" King Rastakhan shouted the order.
Five warships opened fire simultaneously, their target being Bolvar's flagship.
Hitting an enemy ship at sea is not easy, but with Rezan's help, it's guaranteed to be a perfect shot. Bolvar looked up at the incoming shells without changing his expression.
After a series of deafening roars, the smug Rastakhan quickly revealed a look of terror.
Bolvar's flagship was completely unharmed despite being enveloped by countless black tentacles.
"The Power of the Old Gods, Jaina, this is a trap."
Rastakhan roared.
However, it was too late. Bolvar's fishing fleet displayed superhuman speed, quickly surrounding Rastakhan's five warships and extending countless tentacles. In just an instant, the five warships were tightly entangled.
A tremendous scream echoed from above. King Rastakhan looked up and saw that Loa of Kings Rezan, was firmly bound by tentacles and unable to move.