Voyage

The ship rocked incessantly, Yogi tossed and turned in his hammock, unable to sleep. He didn't understand if he had made the right decision, leaving his wife and children behind to travel to a strange continent. He was just a farmer, an ordinary farmer, the only extraordinary thing about him being a past experience that had defied all expectations.

"Hey, Yogi, can you please stop flipping it?" the farmer Maga muttered from the side.

"But I can't sleep!" Yogi sat up in the hammock and let out a long sigh. Kalimdor, Kalimdor, leaving Narga and the children in Jintha'Alor and running off to that continent all by himself, was that really a good thing?

"Who can sleep here!" Maga rubbed his eyes and sat up as well.

"We've been here for days? I feel like my bones are rusting."

"You've asked this question so many times already, and I feel so stiff!"

"It felt like several years had passed. I went up to the deck three times, saw the sun twice, and once the sun was hidden behind the clouds."

"Do you think it's raining outside?" The Trolls woke up one by one and started chatting.

"What do you think Kalimdor is like?" Yogi turned to his companions and posed the question. Just as he finished speaking, he felt something run under his hammock. He quickly reached out and touched it, feeling the soft, furry texture. He felt much more at ease. It was Mmululu, his lynx companion.

"Have no idea!"

"It must be a land of gold!"

"Where would you find so much gold?!"

"Maybe there's nothing at all."

What is Zul'ra Jin taking us to do?

"Maybe anything is possible." Yogi stroked his lynx companion, feeling its furry face rubbing against his hand, and couldn't help but laugh as he added, "Yes! What am I worried about? Zul'ra Jin is in the fleet; he will lead us, and the Soul Guide will protect us."

That's definitely true.

"Impossible. If we had everything, would we still need to work?"

"Otherwise, why would Zul'ra Jin have brought us here?"

"It's to be with our allies." The Trolls suddenly erupted into a cacophony of chatter, discussing what made Kalimdor so appealing. The previous dejection and quiet vanished instantly, replaced by a mixture of curiosity and apprehension about the new continent.

"Stop arguing, it's almost dawn." The voice came from the deck above, trying to quell the Trolls ' quarrel.

"Now that it's daylight, it's even harder to fall asleep," Yogi replied with a grin. There was no reply from above, and the Trolls began to discuss even more enthusiastically, while the light in the cabin gradually brightened.

As the light came on, a series of hurried footsteps echoed on the ship. Yogi got off the hammock, picked up the bright yellow lynx Mmululu, and carried him to the toilet. His lynx companion, Halazzi's offspring, was so agile and nimble, but on this vast sea, it too seemed listless.

The long sea voyage was incredibly tedious, and the cramped space of the ship made it impossible for the lynx to move around freely. After Yogi helped Mmululu go to the toilet, he took it to the upper deck for breakfast. Breakfast consisted of rice porridge, pickled vegetables, and some fresh fish. Although the seafood didn't taste good, it helped the lynx regain some of its energy.

After having a full meal, Yogi, along with Mmululu, mingled with the sailors and went up to the deck to watch the rising sun. Feeling much better, both of them regained a lot of energy. Then, they quietly slipped back into the cabin to chat and joke with their companions, killing time.

"This is the world I love, Ulathek. The sun shines because of you, and the spring breeze is gentle because of you. This is the world we love, and the home protected by the Lord of Wind and Rain..." Amidst the conversation, Yogi, holding his lynx, heard a familiar song.

"Listen, it sounds like those women on the next boat are singing."

"It seems that the entire boat is full of women."

"Don't make a sound, just listen to them sing."

"What's the point of listening to them sing? We should sing ourselves."

"We can't sing," Yogi said, grinning as he watched the noisy herd of livestock.

"But I can play the drums, I brought mine, come and listen!" A Trolls came down from the suspension bridge, took a small drum from his backpack, and started playing it with a thumping rhythm. Yogi recognized him; his name was Bajiji, a young and energetic fellow.

"I brought my bone flute too." Maga next to him also took out his ivory bone flute and started to play it, but before he could play two notes, his companion stopped him because the sound was not pleasant, with neither rhythm nor timbre.

"Listen carefully to the drums!" Yogi glared at the guys who were just joining in the fun, then looked at young Bajiji, who was banging a small drum in one hand and shaking his head. Listening to the thumping rhythm, he couldn't help but shake his body along, forgetting the careless singing outside.

"Hey, don't jump, you'll damage the boat planks." A voice came from above, causing Yogi to involuntarily stop. However, Bajiji's drumming didn't stop, and everyone was listening intently. Yogi was a little envious; he decided that once he got ashore, he would learn how to play the drums so that next time he went on a boat trip, it wouldn't be so boring.

Zul'ra sat on the deck, nodding slightly as she listened to the faint sounds of drumming and singing coming from the sea. It was something the Trolls had put together to relieve their loneliness; it was quite pleasant to listen to, and it made you want to dance. Art really is close to the masses.

"Your people are very cheerful." A voice came from behind.

"Is the voyage at sea too boring? How are your sisters?" Zul'ra turned to look at the Dark Night woman behind her, stopped her trembling body, and asked with a smile.

"She's resting after drinking your potion. To be honest, Zul'ra Jin, do you know what happened to my sisters? Are they sick?" Naisha was filled with gratitude towards the Trolls chieftain, but also with a heavy heart. The Kaldorei should never be sick, so what was the reason for all this?

"Being sick, you could say that, it's an illness that everyone gets." Zul'ra shrugged.

"What?" Naisha was somewhat confused.

"It's aging." Zul'ra spoke frankly. He had shown Naisha's sisters that it wasn't his imagination; the female night elves were indeed aging. In just a few weeks, the eight Night Elves ' bodies showed signs of fatigue to varying degrees, and some had even started to develop gray hair—symptoms of aging.

"Impossible." Naisha rejected it outright. The Kaldorei were immortal, and fatigue would never plague Kaldorei bodies; it was a gift from the dragons.

"Why not?" Zul'ra asked with amusement. He had heard the legend of the Kaldorei's immortality and was also curious about the power of the dragon's blessing.

"The dragons have given us gifts. Master Maiev said that Alexstrasza gave us strength, and Nozdormu gave us immortality, as long as Nordrassil..." Naisha's face suddenly turned pale. Nordrassil, all the dragons' blessings were related to Nordrassil, and Nordrassil had already been destroyed in the fight against Archimonde.

"That must be it. We paid a price for resisting the demons." Naisha realized that in their pursuit of Illidan, they had overlooked too much and had completely failed to notice that their race was already in some kind of crisis.

"Could you tell me more about it?" Zul'ra asked, looking at Naisha who was muttering to herself. He was very curious about the dragon's blessing.