"What did you say? Mecha-what? What gnomes?"
Boom!
"What the hell? Mecha-what-gon? Ahahahah—hic! Got one, got one! Fire! Shoot that Naga in the ass! Hahahahah—hic... Keep going!"
In the Nazjatar waters of the Endless Sea, at the bow of the flagship of the ocean-going fleet, Boss Hu leaned over the railing and craned his neck to look below. It was not until an elven female messenger ran over and tugged hard at him, trying to get his attention, that he finally noticed her.
It was not really Boss Hu's fault for not hearing clearly. The waters were lively and deafening at the moment. There was no need to think about it—the Alliance and Horde, those two old hooligans, were once again bubbling away with malicious schemes and dirty tricks.
The submarine force responsible for vanguard reconnaissance—in other words, uncovering new map areas—had successfully completed its mission. They had thoroughly surveyed the entire underwater region of Nazjatar. Queen Azshara's Eternal Palace, the surrounding undersea cities, and the Naga military outposts had all been clearly marked on the naval charts.
After they returned, the ocean-going fleet recalled all the adventurers who had gone down to work on their own, announcing that an official strike would come first.
Oh, more commonly known as depth charges.
Splash, splash, splash!
Once the precise locations had been confirmed, an unceasing underwater bombardment began. The sailors aboard the warships worked with blazing enthusiasm, clutching long cylindrical depth charges and round naval mines before crudely tossing them into the sea. The Gnomes and Goblin engineers were grinning from ear to ear. The fiercer the war, the bigger the business.
The underwater region of Nazjatar was having a miserable time. The Naga sat at home, only for bombs to rain from the sky. The land enemies they had expected