After returning to Azeroth, Patrick and the Naga led by Vashj boarded ships directly from the Blood Elf camp in the Blasted Lands and headed straight back to Quel'Thalas.
Back in Azeroth's waters, the Naga had far more room to operate. Who knew how many Naga lived throughout Azeroth's Great Sea? And given their nature, as long as they hid underwater, who could do anything about them?
In terms of individual fighting strength, Naga soldiers still held an advantage. Their powerful muscles were strong enough to withstand the water pressure, and their physical constitution was far superior to that of humans, probably falling short of only Orcs and Trolls.
But if the battlefield shifted underwater, neither humans nor Elves, Trolls nor Orcs would be a match for the Naga.
Although Naga constantly harassed Azeroth's land dwellers, no one had any way to wipe them out completely. Besides, Azeroth's various races still needed sea routes. If they truly offended a large Naga population, they could forget about sending their ships out to sea.
"My lady, welcome to Quel'Thalas." The Blood Elf ships slowly sailed into Sunsail Anchorage. Only Blood Elf vessels were allowed to enter, as monitoring magic circles covered all the surrounding waters. Any ship that failed the inspection would face the devastation of enormous waves, along with magical attacks.
Of course, this was also why Quel'Thalas had never placed much importance on its navy. Most of its ships served only commercial purposes, maintaining close trade ties with Kul Tiras and Lordaeron.
The aura of magic was everywhere. Vashj had also been born among the Highborne, and her sensitivity to magic was no less than that of the High Elves. "This place is even more comfortable than I imagined. Still, you paid such a high price to bring us to