Azshara's Ambition

Theramore Harbor. The early morning sun slanted across the piers as towering Tauren laborers pulled thick mooring ropes taut around iron posts on shore. Then the first merchant ships of the day began unloading.

Vereesa watched the lovely morning and yawned. Chromie had come to share the latest interesting events with her again last night, leaving her mind full of little people fighting and depriving her of sleep.

Today, she was on duty in the harbor district, maintaining order. With so many merchant ships and races arriving in Theramore, conflicts were unavoidable.

Her head felt groggy, and she thought miserably that she should stop hanging around Chromie in the future. It made her think nonsense all day long; whenever she saw Deren, she now found him strangely handsome.

Just as she was nodding off, an alarm suddenly rang from the watchtower. She instantly snapped awake and looked toward the outer docks. A large number of Goblins were flooding ashore, while Orc laborers threw down their cargo and fled from the ships for their lives.

"What's going on?" The young ranger grabbed her bow and rushed out of her post, asking her companion as she ran.

"Look, those snake monsters." The ranger traveling with her pointed at the Naga emerging from the sea along the beach.

"Zandalar hasn't come to Theramore lately. What are these Naga doing here?" Though she did not know their purpose, Vereesa still led a ranger forward to meet them.

When she was still more than ten meters away from the Naga, she drew her bow and aimed it at them, shouting, "Stop! State your purpose. Otherwise, I will attack immediately."

The hand gripping her bow trembled. These Naga, whose intentions were unknown, were formidable, and the leading Naga Siren wore a magical orb brimming with profound