In the heart of the Endless Sea lay the Maelstrom.
The sea here had long since become a massive battlefield.
The Shamans of the Earth Ring, along with a small number of Druids, were led by Thrall as they confronted Neptulon the Tidehunter and his Water Elemental army head-on.
Of course, the Earth Ring also had powerful outside allies. Stone Mother Sserath had sent her most elite earth elementals and Stone Elemental Legion, while Ertan, the Wind God, had dispatched the Conclave of Wind, leading a large force of elite wind elementals and Four Winds Majordomo to aid the battle. This elemental war was certainly being fought on a grand, highly international scale.
The Water Elemental army was now retreating step by step. Their original plan—to seize the Maelstrom region and use it as the center for a world-spanning mega-tsunami—had officially gone bankrupt.
Forget about tsunamis. They ought to start figuring out how to save their own lives.
Although the Water Elemental Legion was retreating wholesale toward its lair, the Throne of the Tides in the Vashj'ir waters, the Earth Ring had no intention of letting them off so easily.
Thrall brother had publicly declared that the war would not end until the giant octopus on Neptulon's head was killed.
Who was Thrall? Was he some ordinary guy off the street? As the World Shaman, his words carried tremendous weight, and all the brothers naturally gave him that respect.
Fine. Since you said to keep fighting, we would keep fighting. Later, please put in a few good words for us little elemental brothers before Titan brother.
The Earth Ring and the elemental coalition had already established a forward base on an island above the Vashj'ir waters. Once the army was assembled, they would plunge into the depths, storm the Throne