Safe Arrival
Sang La quickly brewed a pot of magic addiction potion. There were some herbs missing on the ship, but the potion itself was soothing and replenishing. He replaced it with some medicines with similar effects, and then added some arcane energy to it. After drinking it for the seven women in the dark night, they immediately fell asleep with comfortable faces. 💙♞ . cOpaw 🐙☟
"How did you do that?" Naisha looked at her sisters, whose complexions had improved considerably and who were now sleeping peacefully, filled with astonishment.
"I can't stop your symptoms, I can only reduce your pain somewhat." Zul'ra looked at the sleeping female Dark Nights and confirmed her thoughts. It was magic addiction. The female Dark Nights' pain was due to magic addiction, but it wasn't just magic addiction.
Unlike the High Elves who had been immersed in the Sunwell for years and experienced a severe withdrawal reaction upon suddenly losing their energy, the female night elves suffered from extreme physical discomfort due to the loss of Nordrassil. Their magic addiction was merely a complication; true aging was incurable, only temporarily delayed.
"Well, I added a little something special. As for what it is, don't ask." Zul'ra interrupted Naisha, who was about to speak again. These guys were all incredibly stubborn; if she told them she'd fed them Arcane energy, who knew how they'd react!
Faced with Zul'ra's words, Naisha could only remain silent. Zul'ra told her to stay in the cabin to take care of her companions and observe if they were feeling unwell. If so, she was to inform her immediately. Then, Sanra left in deep thought.
"Zul'ra Jin, there's something I need to tell you." Malacrass looked at the figure approaching in the corridor and quickly went to greet him.
"What's wrong?" Zul'ra raised an eyebrow as she looked at the Hex Lord who was approaching.
"We've spotted human ships behind our fleet." Malacrass glanced at the cabins across the corridor and lowered his voice.
"They've been following us?" Zul'ra, somewhat surprised. Were they one of the immigrant ships from Theramore?
"I don't know, we just found them." Malacrass shook his head slightly.
"Notify all ships to be on high alert. If any ships are spotted attacking, launch a counterattack immediately." Zul'ra said coldly. If they were immigrant ships from Theramore, that would be fine, but if they were ships of radicals from the Alliance, like Admiral Daelin from Kul Tiras, that would be a big problem.
"Okay." Malacrass nodded quickly upon hearing Zul'ra's words, then turned to leave, but was abruptly stopped by Zul'ra's shout of "Malacrass!"
"Remember, tell them they are not allowed to launch any attacks without warning." Zul'ra added a crucial instruction. Compared to the common people, the old priests like Malacrass had been very quiet in recent years, but when they were about to cause trouble, they were no less capable than the likes of Daelin and Garrosh Hellscream.
"Yes." Malacrass looked at Zul'ra, who had given him special instructions, lowered his eyes to show his respect, and then quickly gave the order.
After the order was relayed, the ships at sea no longer scattered, but instead formed a safe formation and continued to advance. Lookouts and priests were given special attention, keeping a close watch on the surrounding sea along the way, while the sailors were on high alert, ready to fight at any time.
Although they encountered several rainstorms along the way, there were no major storms. The ships moved forward together, and the human ships that were spying behind them tried to follow, but they never caught up. After the ships entered the coast of Kalimdor, they disappeared.
After nine days, land appeared before the fleet. When the news spread, the entire fleet was in an uproar. Even Zul'ra couldn't resist going up to the high point of the Bat Nest to look at the land through his telescope. All he could see was a jumble of boulders and towering cliffs. The coastline of the sea cliffs was uneven and concave, making it clear that it was impossible to land.
"That's Azshara, the ruins of our former capital." Naisha borrowed Zul'ra's binoculars and, with her silvery eyes, looked at the coastline, making a simple identification.
"Anyway, it's good to reach land." Zul'ra smiled. No matter where they got, seeing land was good enough. Compared to the vast blue sea, the land gave people a comfortable sense of security.
The fleet veered slightly westward, and from the sea came a range of mountains. Many Trolls and Orcs rushed onto the deck, looking at the distant land. Whether they had been at sea for a long time or were longing for a new continent, their eyes shone with expectant joy.
"Kalimdor, I'm here!" Yogi clapped his hands with joy in the crowd. Mururu Mmululu was at his feet, squinted and meowed, then shook his pointed ears.
Heading south along the coastal mountains, a natural bay with an open mouth appeared. Smoke rose from the inner shore of the bay, and a simple dock was also visible. Before the fleet even appeared at sea, distant bells rang out from the shore. Immediately afterward, the Orcs and Trolls in the harbor, seeing the approaching ships, also erupted in a huge cheer.
Perhaps hearing the cheers from the shore, the Trolls and Orcs on the ship also cheered, shouting desperately towards the shore. The sailors and soldiers roared for a long time before they were finally allowed to leave the deck and return to their cabins to retrieve their luggage and belongings.
The journey into the bay went smoothly, because although many people were coming for the first time, the fleet they were on had been here before. Moreover, the Trolls and Orcs came last time had built a fairly large dock in just a few months, and it was bustling with activity.
As the ship approached the shore, Orcs and Trolls greeted each other. Although they didn't know each other, seeing their companions filled them with boundless joy. Zul'ra and Malacrass stood on the gunwale of the Bat Nest, watching the excited Trolls and crowds with smiles on their faces.
"Oh, right, Naisha." Zul'ra looked at the Trolls and Orcs that had moved to the side of the boat and were surging ashore, some even falling into the water, and suddenly remembered. He turned to look at Naisha behind him and saw Naisha standing with her recovered sisters, whose expressions were not very happy.
"Zul'ra, thank you for your help. After we get ashore, we hope to leave smoothly." Naisha looked at Zul'ra who was looking over and stepped forward without hesitation to make her request.
"Of course, but are you really not going to stay for a couple of days?" Zul'ra had a good impression of the generous and forthright female Dark Night members. Although they had their flaws, they weren't unbearable.
"No, we don't want to meet those green guys. They killed the King of the Forest." Naisha turned to look at the green figures on the shore, her expression clearly showing disgust. If she weren't minding that she was in front of Zul'ra, she would have used some less polite words. Although they had fought side by side, the Orcs had ultimately killed Cenarius, the demigod who was on good terms with the Night Elves.
"Alright! I'll make arrangements as soon as we get ashore. Until then, you..." Zul'ra looked at Naisha's disgusted expression and remembered this matter. He smiled bitterly to himself. He hadn't come in person, and there were some things he couldn't stop.
"We're on the boat. Thank you for your help, Zul'ra of Amani." Naisha didn't want to disembark and expressed her gratitude once again. Zul'ra nodded slightly to her.