"So... your dad blew up right here. Oh man, let me tell you, it was awful. Blasted into tiny pieces, tsk tsk tsk..."
On the island housing the Tomb of Sargeras in the Broken Isles, before the broad open space outside the mausoleum tower's main entrance, Boss Hu, a black-market tour guide with neither credentials nor morals, pointed at the dark green gates and introduced this famous scenic attraction from predetermined fate to Prince Anduin.
"Divine Lord, that was the me from predetermined fate. Could you not put it so strangely?" King Varian, standing nearby, wore a face full of awkwardness and conflicted emotions. He seriously considered whether he should step forward and cover the Titan Divine Lord's unguarded mouth.
"Ah, right, my mistake. Let's start over... Your other biological father from predetermined fate was blown up here by Gul'dan. Oh man, let me tell you, the scene was awful. Blasted into tiny pieces, tsk tsk tsk." Boss Hu nodded, seriously accepted the suggestion, and swiftly made a reasonable correction.
Anduin desperately held back his laughter, lest he receive another merciless beating from his father when they returned.
"Hey, wasn't what I just said especially flavorful? Write it down and add it to my personal autobiography, to be passed down through Myriad Ages."
Flavorful my ass! Passed down my ass!
Back to the point: the colonial development campaign in the Broken Isles was merely a local war to the various factions of the World of Azeroth. Its overall threat assessment was extremely low, with absolutely nothing worth taking seriously. Thus, nobody could be bothered with much preparation; they simply brought food and military supplies and set sail.
King Varian went without saying. It was an old tradition—he liked leading armies personally. Since this was a local war where danger was