Whether by luck or misfortune, the fleet encountered a massive storm during this voyage to Kalimdor.
Though they had narrowly escaped the storm unscathed, the fleet had been blown off its original course and lost its bearings on the Great Sea.
After such an incident, when they would reach Kalimdor had become an unknown.
Several days later, Ye Ting was awakened by a burst of cheers.
Seeing the excitement on everyone's faces aboard the ships, he immediately knew what it meant.
Following their gazes, he indeed saw a hazy stretch of coastline.
"We've finally reached land."
Whether for the sailors of the Kul Tiras navy or the refugees traveling with the fleet, the long and monotonous life at sea had undoubtedly been torture.
When the fleet drew near the shore, quite a few people had already excitedly jumped into the water and eagerly swum toward the beach.
After Ye Ting came ashore, he found that what lay before him was not a desert, but a wilderness dotted with the faint shadows of trees. Only then did he let out a long breath.
Fortunately, they had not drifted too far off course and ended up directly at the barren Tanaris Desert on the southern tip of Kalimdor.
Although it was not Dustwallow Marsh, where Theramore was located, it did not seem too far from there.
This place appeared to lie within the Barrens.
Having grown accustomed in Lordaeron to wastelands, gloomy skies, and the death plague everywhere, people now felt a wave of relief beneath Kalimdor's blue skies and white clouds.
But before long, those who had disembarked grew tense again.
Before them stretched a boundless grassland, sparsely dotted with twisted, ancient trees.
Admiral Daelin had told them that Kalimdor was a savage land. It seemed he had not been wrong,