Rain poured down.
Soldiers braved the rain to push open the fortress gates, and several warhorses galloped inside.
The three lords entered the War Fortress one after another. Their guards took their rain cloaks and stood watch outside the gates.
It was evening, normally a time for rest, but Admiral Daelin had issued an urgent order summoning the military leaders to Daelin Fortress for an emergency meeting.
The fleet commanders took their seats. Daelin emerged from the command room with several combat reports in his hands.
"Have Final Blade, the Order of Embers, or the Tidal Conclave gathered any information on the Iron Tide Fleet?" Daelin personally placed a combat report before each fleet commander.
Lord Arthur had never been one to hold anything back. He said frankly, "The Order of Embers has been busy clearing out the remnants in Drustvar lately, and the Waning Glacier hasn't been peaceful either. We have no time to spare for the pirates of Freehold."
Daelin nodded slightly, his gaze settling on Ashvane and Lord Stormsong.
Military affairs in Kul Tiras had always been ruled by Admiral Daelin alone.
After the destruction of the Second Fleet, the First Fleet had become the dominant force in the Family Council. Daelin commanded the Kul Tiras Navy's greatest fighting strength and enjoyed its highest military prestige.
When it came to the economy of Kul Tiras, Daelin had always maintained an ambiguous stance toward the great families. He would neither rashly suppress any one family nor publicly declare his support for another.
But in military matters, Daelin's word was final. Either obey or disappear entirely.
Ashvane met Daelin's eyes. After a moment of silence, Lord Ashvane calmly reported, "Three days ago, Final Blade spotted a small Zandalari Trolls boat passing through the canyon north of Tiragarde Sound. Final