Snobs and Heretics

While the war on the Pandaria Continent was raging fiercely, the other regions were no more peaceful.

The Maelstrom region of the Endless Sea had now become the largest naval battlefield in history.

Neptulon the Water Elemental Lord, completely affected by the mad whispers of the Old God N'Zoth, had his entire head tightly wrapped by that giant octopus, the Deep Sea Terror Ezhumat. He had become the suicide squad pushed to the forefront by N'Zoth, the vanguard of disaster threatening the whole world.

The controlled Neptulon the Tidehunter led a vast Water Elemental Legion behind wave after wave of enormous tsunamis, relentlessly attacking the Maelstrom region in an attempt to create even greater chaos at the world's navel.

However, his grand plan was probably doomed to fail, because the new Earth-Warder, Thrall, handled it with ease.

What a joke. Who was Thrall? This Savior Shaman possessed incomparably rich experience in governance and warfare. Back when I was leading the Horde's development by leaps and bounds, you, Neptulon, were still hiding on the ocean floor playing house with a giant octopus.

Though these ancient Elemental Lords had each lived for countless years, they had spent too little time in the world. They only knew how to rely on their own power and cared about nothing else. What could they possibly accomplish that way?

Besides, Thrall's Earth Ring was no pushover. They had now received the full support of the Stone Elementals and Earth Elemental Legions from the Deeprock Continent beneath the Maelstrom.

Elemental Lords were cold, merciless, and chaotic by nature. Ever since Stone Mother Sserath changed sides and accepted the Titan's recruitment, she had spared no effort in striking at her former peers who still remained in the Old Gods' camp.

It seemed every turncoat who changed sides shared