Coincidence

The fleet landed on the Broken Isles on their return, and the female Night Elves they encountered were the Watcher who had been hunting Illidan. Zul'ra immediately thought of this, but then something felt off, because the timing didn't quite add up. ✌♖ ✌🐟

Illidan had been bombing Northrend in the ruins of Dalaran a few days ago, but his actions only lasted a few minutes before abruptly stopping. This suggests that he should have been stopped by Archdruid Malfurion, Warden Maiev, and others who were chasing after him according to the storyline. However, his own fleet, which was in conflict with them, had set off earlier, so how come they were a little slower than him?

Zul'ra tried asking Bashak and Gaodier some questions, and then talked to the listless Night Elves hostages. This was the first time he had seen Night Elves. These creatures were distant relatives of Trolls, but their appearance was closer to that of Blood Elves Blood Elves. Their combat strength was also a head taller. Even the Orcs said they were very good fighters.

There were eight Night Elves in the group, and they were all very stubborn. They wouldn't even say their names. However, through some brief conversation, Zul'ra mentioned the Watcher and Maiev. Through their reactions, she confirmed that they were members of the Watcher and that it was a coincidence. As for the time when the fleet returned, it was due to the unpredictable situation at sea.

Sailing far from land at sea is affected by many factors. When the wind is favorable, one can sail smoothly to the destination. However, if the wind is against the current, the sailing time may be several times longer or even more. The fleet led by Bashak and Gaodier is a typical example of sailing against the wind.

After leaving the Broken Isles, the fleet encountered a storm and was stranded at sea for two weeks. They finally returned to the correct route, but their food and water supplies were running low. Fortunately, they spotted an island in time, and it took them more than a week to collect fresh water and food from it.

What should have been a week's journey by sea took more than three weeks, even putting them behind Maiev and her group of Night Elves. And this was only because they were blessed by the gods, since they at least returned alive; it was a miracle they didn't die at sea.

Lamenting the hardships of maritime life, Zul'ra dared not rush to set sail. Instead, he instructed the captain and navigator to take a break, and sailors with families to go home first. New sailors would fill in for this trip to gain experience. In the future, barring unforeseen circumstances, with enough sailors, they could take turns in shifts.

While preparing for the voyage, Zul'ra also released the Watcher imprisoned on the ship. Although they were not very grateful and even harbored strong hostility, the incident was sudden and the conflict had already occurred. He couldn't bring himself to kill them to cover it up, so it was better to handle it quietly.

Zul'ra released the Watcher, returning their weapons to them, and spoke a few kind words to them before letting them fend for themselves. However, unexpectedly, just a few days later, the Night Elves returned to him, demanding to be taken by ship back to Kalimdor from him, and they made their demands with great conviction.

"Mortals, this is what you owe me."

"Then I'll send you back to Kalimdor, and can this conflict be considered closed?" Zul'ra looked at the slender, tall, purple-haired, and exotic female Night Elf with a playful expression. These Elves were just as bold as Bashak and Gaodier's group, daring to come back to him to hitch a ride, weren't they afraid of being sold?

"If you take us back to Kalimdor, then we'll be even." The Night Elf looked at her dejected sisters and agreed in her heavily accented Common. Her sharp fangs were visible when she spoke. They just wanted to return to their homeland and didn't want to get bogged down in a conflict that was already somewhat absurd.

"Alright, welcome passengers. But ma'am, I'm sorry, I don't know your name yet." Zul'ra looked at the forthright female Night Elf and didn't doubt the truthfulness of her words. Night Elves were a long-lived species and had a certain level of credibility. Besides, it was always better to resolve conflicts than to create them.

"Naisha, I am Maiev's lieutenant. Haven't you heard of me?" The female night elf gazed at the incredibly unique and towering Trolls before her, her long, pale purple eyebrows with prominent sideburns slightly raised. She remembered this Trolls mentioning Maiev and the Watcher to her. Didn't he know her?

"Naisha!" Zul'ra looked at the innocent Night Elf and couldn't help but laugh. Just because I've heard of Watcher and Maiev doesn't mean I know you! But this name does seem to have some resemblance. Naisha, Maiev's second-in-command, the female warden who relentlessly pursued Illidan did have quite a few second-in-commands, but it seems they're all dead.

"Yes." Naisha looked at the tall Zul'ra, unaware of his smirk, and tilted her chin slightly.

"What's wrong with your companions?" Zul'ra looked at the female Dark Night who was raising her head at him, then turned his gaze away. He noticed that Naisha's companions looked somewhat listless. At first, he thought this listlessness was due to being imprisoned at sea, but now, even after they had been released for several days, they were still like this. Moreover, for some reason, he felt that these female Dark Nights seemed to have aged a bit more.

"I don't know. We've become like this since we left Kalimdor. We've lost contact with Master Maiev. This place is too unfamiliar. We must return to Kalimdor and seek guidance from Sarn'do." Naisha followed the Trolls's gaze to her companion, feeling somewhat frustrated. If she had no other choice, she wouldn't have asked the Trolls and Orcs for help. But now she had to find a way back to Mount Hyjal.

"Alright! I'll arrange the departure as soon as possible." Sanra looked at the female Dark Knights, who also looked tired and melancholy, and nodded slightly. These female Dark Knights probably really had encountered a problem. "Sandor" is the word for "mentor" or "elder" in their language, used to refer to people of high moral character and prestige. The only person they could call that was Archdruid Malfurion, but he was probably still on this continent.

After considering whether or not to tell Nasa Malfurion that he was still in the Eastern Continent, Sanra immediately dismissed the idea. He couldn't guarantee anything, as the northern part of the Eastern Continent was in too much chaos. If Nasa and the others encountered serious problems and were left behind, causing them to miss important time, he would be held responsible.

Although Malfurion's whereabouts were uncertain, Zul'ra still took care of Naisha and the other eight female Night Elves, urging the fleet to prepare and set sail immediately. The fleet, led by the Bat Nest, consisted of fourteen ships, fully loaded with five thousand Orcs, five thousand Trolls, and countless supplies, and set sail for the western Kalimdor.

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