Seeing that Aaron agreed, Illidan immediately gathered his followers together and prepared to take these people to Azshara and board a ship from the port there to go to Broken Isles.
Seeing how Illidan wanted to fly away from Mount Hyjal immediately, Aaron asked curiously, "Aren't you going to say goodbye to Malfurion and Tyrande?"
Illidan shook his head, glanced at the temporary settlement of Night Elf and said, "They are all looking forward to me leaving as soon as possible. If it weren't for waiting for you, I would have left long ago."
"Do you need to wait for me?" Aaron scratched his head, thinking that he was not that important. Is it worth Illidan's special wait?
Hearing Aaron's question, Illidan's expression suddenly became ferocious. He grabbed Aaron's shoulders and roared viciously, "Have you forgotten how you threatened me ten thousand years ago?"
"Threaten you? Did you?" Aaron recalled another scene related to Illidan in his memory. He really had to recall some things. In fact, he didn't say anything. He just told him in a relatively tactful tone what Illidan would encounter in ten thousand years.
Illidan saw Aaron lost in thought, still complaining. "If you hadn't said that if I went to Outland rashly, I would be caught by Kil'jaeden, and also by that old woman Maiev, why would I waste my time here?"
"Stop complaining, didn't I agree to go with you?" Aaron stopped Illidan from complaining. After being imprisoned for ten thousand years, this guy seemed to have the attitude of saying all the things he had not said in these ten thousand years.
The process of leaving Mount Hyjal went quite smoothly. Now Night Elf is busy building a temporary camp and restoring the land and forests polluted by Fel. No one has time to take care of Illidan's affairs.
Due to the influence of Battle of Mount Hyjal, the port built by Kul Tiras in Azshara also seemed a little deserted. However, Gazlowe, who moved his family business here, said to Aaron, "As long as the shipping routes are restored, this place will soon become lively. By then, those guys at Kezan will be envious of my business skills."
"Then I wish you good luck with your business." Aaron said to Gazlowe. It seems that the former Ratchet city lord is determined to get along with the Alliance. Since his Ratchet has been passed by by various After being ravaged by the gods, if he didn't want to be taken back and skinned alive by Kezan's Goblin trade kings, he had to find a thigh that was hard enough, and Alliance's thigh that happened to defeat Burning Legion was strong enough.
In addition to Gazlowe, this emerging port also gathered many businessmen from Eastern Kingdoms, including Covenant City Ya-Mei Trading Company's employees. After giving his and Vereesa's letters to these people and asking them to take them back, Aaron was ready to board the ship prepared by Illidan.
These ships were obtained by the followers of Illidan. The attitude of these Night Elf who hate Burning Legion is almost fanatical towards Illidan. The instructions given to Illidan will be completed without compromise, but because Night Elf has never had a tradition of ocean sailing, most of the ships they acquired are small boats suitable for offshore routes.
"These boats can't do it, right?" Aaron's understanding of boats mostly comes from Tandred. Although his understanding is not comprehensive enough, he at least knows that ocean voyages have relatively high requirements for boats. Just these small boats in front of him, Aaron suspects that they will be sucked into Maelstrom, and then he may have to fall into a hide-and-seek game between Deepholm and Deathwing.
"Don't worry, I've already prepared." Illidan stood on the beach, looked at the ships of different sizes and models, and signaled to Aaron not to worry. He raised his hands and began to cast a strange spell. He uttered a strange and jerky language. His voice seemed to be transformed into a special wave that spread along the seawater to endless distances.
I don't know if it was the influence of Illidan's spell, but countless dark clouds gathered in the sky. These dark clouds got thicker and thicker, and finally burst out with Lightning, Lightning shining. Under this, the sea water in front of Illidan began to roll endlessly. Soon, tall figures covered with scales and holding spears emerged from the sea water, and there were also some relatively slender guys standing on the waves.
"Naga?" There was not much surprise in Aaron's words. After all, he had known for a long time that there was some kind of connection between Illidan and Naga. He had guessed it when he saw Illidan standing on the beach and calling people. What he was doing, the only thing Aaron couldn't figure out was why on earth these Naga would listen to Illidan's orders. It couldn't be that Illidan could still contact Naga after being locked up in the dungeon all these years, right?
And the leader of this group of Naga gave Aaron the answer as soon as he opened his mouth, "We are here as agreed, and you will help us get rid of the shackles of Azshara, right, Illidan?"
"Yes, Lady Vashj, as long as you send me to Broken Isles, I will give you the power to resist turning you into this." Illidan gave Aaron a strong sense of sight as soon as he opened his mouth. Looking at Skull of Gul'dan in Illidan's hand, he immediately understood where this feeling came from.
Lady Vashj, who rode the waves to the shore, nodded and glanced around casually, seemingly looking at the followers brought by Illidan. Since some Naga followed After Xavius attacked Nordrassil, Night Elfs became more wary of Naga, but in the face of their hatred for the Burning Legion, this wariness was nothing.
But when he saw Aaron, Lady Vashj was stunned for a moment and said in astonishment, "You... why are you here?"
"Why can't I be here?" Aaron glanced at Vereesa. Fortunately, she did not remember the name Lady Vashj. The colleague recalled another memory of Lady Vashj and found that there was not much content. It was just a fight with the other party. It was difficult for Lady Vashj to remember him after ten thousand years.
With the help of Nagas, the problem of ships being unable to sail has been completely solved. In terms of familiarity with the ocean, even races such as Water Elemental and Murloc cannot match Naga. Even without these ships, they are enough to safely send this group of people to Broken Isles.
According to Illidan's idea, it is best to set off immediately without further delay. However, not all Naga under Lady Vashj's command are gathered in this sea area, and it will take some time to gather them together.
So it was delayed until the third day when Illidan summoned Naga, and the fleet was triggered. Everyone in the Azshara port breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Both Kul Tiras and Goblin have a grudge against Naga. Although they know that these Naga are barely half of our own people, they are still worried that they will conflict with them.
Less than an hour after Aaron and the others boarded the ship and set off, a group of Night Elf dressed strangely also came to the port. After asking about Illidan's whereabouts, these people directly hired two Kul Tiras ocean-going ships and chased them in the direction of Aaron.
Azshara People in Hong Kong did not dare to ask more questions due to the leader's aloofness. They only remembered the last words left by that man. "Illidan, I finally found evidence of your crime this time!"