The Frostwolf Orcs gradually gathered in Westfall. This time, the Night Elves did not hire seagoing ships from Kul Tiras. At the request of the Divine Emissary—uh, now the Divine Venerable—the Night Elves had put in considerable effort and built their own oceangoing vessels. Of course, since elves had to make everything artistic and magnificent...
The elves' pale violet ships were sleek and graceful overall. Accordingly, both construction time and cost had soared. But that was no great issue. They would rather spend more money than give up artistic flair—that was the insistence of those filthy rich Night Elves...
The Golden Sands region had now become a brown sea. The Frostwolf Orcs carried bags and bundles of their belongings as they boarded the ships in a bustling yet orderly fashion.
"Once this war is over, you'll have to return to Kalimdor with me. Before Elisande left, she told me to remember to bring you back too." Hu Feng and Alleria stood atop the sea cliffs of Golden Sands, watching the crowded docks below.
"Didn't you say that if I left Eversong Woods, I wouldn't be myself anymore?" Alleria rolled her eyes at Hu Feng.
"Ah, that was a miscalculation. What's so great about being a ranger general? You can keep doing it in Kalimdor. Aren't the vast forests of Darkshore and Ashenvale much bigger than Eversong Woods?"
"It's different. Eversong Woods is my homeland."
Hu Feng curled his lips. "Don't be so lacking in ambition. Is spending your entire life in your hometown really such a good thing? You need a spirit of exploration. The world is so big, you should go see it."
Alleria found it rather amusing. "All right, all right. All those grand speeches were just to make me go back with you, weren't they? Fine, I