Arrival of the Undead Fleet

The original team of eleven had now grown to thirteen.

Before setting out, they carefully confirmed their objective. Of everyone present, Zhou Zhuo was the most excited.

"We only know that the Mogu, arrogant in their supremacy, stored lengthy records of their great achievements in the vault. But since no one has uncovered any secrets within for thousands of years, it can only mean the place is full of danger." As Nathanos spoke, he glanced at Sylvanas again. The female elf seemed to be speaking with her people through a magical crystal.

Zhou Zhuo joined the conversation. "Some Loremasters speculate that magical Mogu creatures guard the vault. These sacred inner chambers have remained untouched since the Mogu left. They must have taken thorough precautions."

"Then let's break that precedent today."

Tatsel's fleet was finally able to set sail. Ever since the Southshore incident, her standing among the Forsaken had faced severe challenges.

Though no leader had openly condemned her to her face, many believed her actions had nearly turned the Forsaken into a second Scourge in the eyes of the world. The calls to censure her grew louder and louder. Some had even demanded that she be stripped of her position as naval commander.

Fortunately, Veronalara and Meryl helped mediate matters, and the urgency of bringing Nathanos back gave her an opportunity—to bring back The Witherer.

Only The Witherer had the authority to remove her from office. What punishment she would receive then would depend entirely on his decision.

"Commander, we've sighted land."

After more than a week at sea, the undead captain finally heard the best news possible.

"Report!" Tatsel looked up at the lookout.

The Forsaken stood on the observation platform beneath the sails, telescope raised.

"The situation is rather complicated, Commander. There are many small black