"Master, please return to your cabin and rest. The seas are rough, and it would be bad if something happened."
Only after Sylvanas disappeared from sight did Shane nod. The Dawnblade had a new captain, formerly Lothern's first mate. At this moment, the captain was the highest authority aboard the ship, so Shane and his followers headed straight for the cabins.
Once inside, he sat on the edge of the bed and spread his hands. The tiny space instantly filled with arcane energy as Shane seized every moment to refine his arcane power.
Outside the door, two followers stood guard like door gods. Shane was their lord, the future of their entire group. Ever since they had begun following him, their lord had never wasted a moment in his cultivation. That was precisely why they felt so reassured, and why they were determined not to let anyone disturb him.
The elven ship sailed south along the current. Its first stop was the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, where its trade vessels would replenish their fresh water and food supplies. Though the island nation was no larger than a palm, its military strength was unexpectedly formidable alongside its thriving commerce. It possessed a fleet of countless ships, and its main warships were several times larger than the Dawnblade. Shane had no choice but to acknowledge its strength: in the seas between Lordaeron and Stormwind, no nation could compete with it at sea.
"To break their main fleet, we must gain air superiority." Looking at a main warship moored in the harbor, with forty-eight gunports on just one side, Shane could not help thinking that. He summoned a follower. "Take my diplomatic documents to City Hall and make contact. Tell them that the partners developing the northern lands have arrived. Let us establish