The greatest desperate escape in Azeroth's history had begun.
Every race and every living being was fleeing for their lives.
The earth was shattering, and the continent was being torn apart. The Well of Eternity had become a gigantic Maelstrom, its vast energy churning the Endless Sea and creating one massive tsunami after another.
The sky was dark. Capital Eldorei had already been completely swallowed by the sea, while tsunamis mixed with tornadoes and hurricanes spread in every direction, presenting an apocalyptic scene of heaven and earth collapsing.
The members of the strike team sat on the Dragon's back, sorrowfully watching everything from the sky.
Everything they knew, the old homeland they had loved, was rapidly slipping away from them.
But a violent rumble soon interrupted their thoughts. Looking ahead, they saw a gigantic city slowly rise from the distant earthquake and float into the sky.
A hemispherical violet shield of Arcane energy reflected the sunlight, and the towering mage towers within the city could vaguely be seen. This enormous city in the sky looked especially conspicuous and awe-inspiring.
"Suramar... it's floating..."
Everyone stared blankly at the Highborne stronghold.
Although Elisande, Krasus, and Rhonin had known about this long ago, they were still deeply shocked by the sight.
"Alright, everyone. Let's rest in Suramar City first, then go meet up with the Resistance Army. They'll probably still be running for a while," Boss Hu said with a smile.
In Suramar, an exceedingly silent banquet was held in a small square at the edge of the city.
Everyone leaned against the railings along the city's edge, silently watching the land below continue to shatter and split apart.
The Kalimdor Continent had split into several pieces. From high in the air, they could clearly see those landmasses slowly drifting north, south, east, and west under the spreading energy of the Maelstrom and the push of the enormous tsunamis.
The central region of Kalimdor, so familiar to them all, was drifting westward.
The other half of Kalimdor was gradually moving farther and farther east.
"That's the original Eastern Kingdoms... Gods, I really want to record this with an Image Crystal. I could make a fortune off it in Dalaran," Rhonin said, staring at the landmass drifting east.
Krasus, meanwhile, watched the other landmass recede with a sorrowful expression.
That was Northrend. It was drifting toward the far north, and ice and snow would soon cover that land.
"What's that? It's disappearing!"
Malfurion pointed at a small stretch of land and shouted.
Pandaria, completely shrouded in mist, was drifting aimlessly across the Endless Sea and gradually vanishing from everyone's sight.
The mist protected the Pandaren land, but it also completely isolated them from the rest of the world.
Yet most of the elves were focused on that shattered archipelago.
The land not far from Eldorei had been torn to pieces and ravaged into a vast archipelago. The Broken Isles were now moving toward the south of the Endless Sea.
"We've lost Black Rook Hold in Val'sharah... lost Farondis's Court Academy in Azsuna... and lost Highmountain as well... Wait, that last one is the Tauren's loss."
Obviously, the Tauren who had come to fight under Hu En Highmountain would never be able to return to their Highmountain homeland. They would need to find a new place to settle down and prosper.
Suramar City continued sailing slowly toward western Kalimdor.
According to the reports from the communication crystals, the Night Elves' Resistance Army had already escaped the region affected by The Great Sundering. They were currently stationed in a remote area called Ashenvale. After a full rest and reorganization, they planned to head for nearby Mount Hyjal. The terrain there was quite high, so they would not have to worry about being struck again by tsunamis that could return at any moment.
Black Rook Hold, their former headquarters, had been destroyed and drifted with the shattered land toward the distant, unknown Southern Seas. The elves therefore had to find a suitable place to rebuild their homeland.
Footsteps sounded behind Hu Feng. Dath'Remar Sunstrider slowly approached, then gave him a solemn salute.
"After so long, this is our first meeting. Greetings, Titan Divine Lord. I knew the great God of Magic would not abandon his loyal followers."
Hu Feng turned around at those words, studied Dath'Remar for a moment, then smiled.
"I'm afraid you didn't come to see me just for a meeting. Let me guess... You believe I now have complete control over Suramar City, so the Sunstrider family, which once held a leading position, is now in an awkward situation. Am I right?"
Dath'Remar smiled as well, then nodded.
"That's right, Divine Lord, but please do not misunderstand. I came to say that you saved Suramar City and restored the Highborne's image in the eyes of our people. I also believe that Suramar will surely rise again in your hands."
At this point, Dath'Remar revealed a helpless expression.
"Suramar's Highborne fought alongside the Rebel Army, so they are heroes worthy of respect and remembrance... As for us, the Night Elf people will likely never accept court mages like us. Therefore, I have decided to take my family away from the Kalimdor Continent, cross the Endless Sea, and seek a new homeland of our own on the new continent beyond it."
Hu Feng looked at Dath'Remar in surprise.
"You know this amounts to self-exile, don't you? The continent across the ocean is now an entirely new and unknown place. All of you might die there."
But Dath'Remar nodded firmly. "Rather than be restrained and suspected, we would rather take a chance."
Seeing this, Hu Feng said no more and merely nodded lightly.
"Then you have my blessing. As long as you continue to believe in me and remember your bond with your fellow elves, we will lend you a hand whenever you encounter danger."
Before long, a fleet temporarily constructed by Arcane Golems was launched into the waters beneath Suramar City. Dath'Remar led the Sunstrider family and all the court mages aboard, setting sail for the now somewhat distant Eastern Kingdoms.
Krasus and Rhonin were no longer surprised by the Sunstrider family's early departure.
The Divine Lord had already changed so many predetermined fates. One more change was nothing unusual.
The Sunstriders would endure countless hardships and difficulties, forging ahead without hesitation for the new homeland in their hearts.
During the voyage, Dath'Remar gave this group of voluntary exiles a new name. The old title of Highborne was already fading from them, Suramar's glory had become a memory of the past, and the power and status of the Queen's court no longer had anything to do with them.
Now, they were resolute voluntary exiles.
They were the High Elves.
PS: I had a terrible cold. After taking Western medicine, I felt like I was floating... ==
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