While the inhumanly brutal war in Gilneas was underway, the rest of the world was peaceful. Well... perhaps it was peaceful.
Menethil Harbor, the great port in the Wetlands, was the largest-and only-commercial port under the rule of the Bronzebeard Dwarves. It was also a vital port for trade between the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor. It could be said that this port alone contributed 40% of the nation's annual tax revenue to the Bronzebeard royal family. It was the dwarves' true pride, and one of their few aboveground cities.
Everyone knew that dwarves disliked water, but Ironforge still placed considerable importance on Menethil Harbor. Two fully armed Mountaineer Burning Legions and a Steam Tank Mechanized Burning Legion were stationed there year-round. Under their deterrence, this port city, ranked among Azeroth's foremost, had maintained peace for hundreds of years.
The Northlands Spear was taking on supplies here. They would leave in one day and sail directly to Theramore on the other side of the sea. Demon King Senxia was about to return to Azeroth, and as his most trusted deputy, Mr. Gibbs had no intention of missing the victory banquet that was certain to be held.
As the second-in-command of a pirate crew that had almost completely dominated the South Seas, Gibbs no longer cared much about money or finances. Especially after the Undead War ended, he had begun devoting himself to an official career. Yes, the old fellow was preparing to go legitimate and begin his retirement, becoming an idle earl in Theramore and experiencing the life of a noble.
He was different from Senxia, who was determined to prove himself. As an old sea dog from the countryside of Gilneas, Gibbs valued his life and was easily satisfied. Everything he now possessed had already far exceeded his imagination.
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