Although everyone on the ship was woken up by the loud-voiced pilot in the morning, the destination of the voyage was actually still quite a long way away at that time. Aaron, who hurried out of the room at that time, couldn't help but screamed that he had been deceived.
This ship departs from Quel'Thalas in the northeast direction of Broken Isles. Aaron originally thought that the route would pass through Stormheim, so he would only need to put it directly on the entire On Shield's Rest at the northeastern corner of Broken Isles, he can go directly to Tomb of Kings on the island to fight with Ygrim and get Truthguard.
However, what Aaron didn't expect was that when he mentioned Stormheim, the crew members looked confused. They had no idea which place Aaron was talking about.
Then where is the land you see? Aaron rolled his eyes and pointed to the captain the island hidden in the mist ahead.
What appeared in the view of everyone on the ship at this moment was an island shrouded in mist. Looking from a distance, in the dark clouds above the island, from time to time, a thunder and lightning that penetrated the sky and earth would shine, followed by earth-shaking muffled thunder, which made people marvel at the power of heaven and earth.
Aaron knew very well that behind the fog was Stormheim, but the captain shook his head and said that that area was not accessible.
"It is said that there is a group of giants driving broken ships hidden in the fog. Once the ship strays into that area, it will be besieged by the giants, and then it will be buried under the sea. Only a few lucky guys can escape from the fog."
The captain stood next to Aaron and looked at the fog, and said with some emotion, "On the sea, you can often encounter some rare sights on land. This is the unique charm of the sea."
"Yes, the charm of the sea." Aaron responded with a dry laugh. Although for Eastern Kingdoms, there are still too many mysterious places on the Great Sea waiting for them to explore, but for Aaron, the map of this world is basically memorized, and there are really not many things that can make him curious.
The problem now is that the captain is unwilling to sail the ship into that fog. Aaron can't ride a griffin and rush in, right? Flying in the thundercloud, Aaron feels that if he is really so reckless, the best result is to be chopped into coke by non-stop lightning strikes.
If not, we can only go north from Azsuna. Although this is really far enough, Aaron sighed in his heart. The captain had long told Aaron that the end point of their voyage was Azsuna, an island full of ruins.
"Further south, there is a place full of magic and miracles. I believe that when you see it, you will feel that your trip is worthwhile." Seeing that Aaron seemed to be in a low mood, the old captain suddenly made a mysterious look and said to Aaron, "I heard that Silvermoon City was protected by a magic barrier when Orcs besieged Quel'Thalas. Although that barrier lasted for several months, the barrier we can see next is said to have existed for tens of thousands of years."
"Tens of thousands of years? This is impossible!" Vereesa, who appeared next to Aaron at some point, said in surprise, "Quel'Thalas has only existed for more than seven thousand years, and the history of human countries is only..."
"Haha, I only heard that from the mages who have been here, but the barrier covering that area has existed for at least several years. It has been there when I came here a few years ago." Seemingly hearing the unconvinced attitude implicit in Vereesa's words, the old captain laughed and changed the topic, "We won't arrive at our destination until the afternoon, and you two can rest for a while."
After lunch that day, the ever-churning fog finally showed its end, and an extremely majestic purple hemispherical barrier appeared at the end of everyone's field of vision.
Vereesa, who saw this scene for the first time, couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's really spectacular!"
Judging from the range covered by that barrier, it is somewhat larger than Silvermoon City's protective barrier. Although Quel'Thalas's rune barrier area is much larger, that barrier is only equivalent to a magic city wall covering the southern border of Quel'Thalas. It is far less powerful than Suramar's magic barrier that seems to cover the world.
Aaron did not show any excessive surprise because he had already expected it.
"Aaron, don't you think this scene is spectacular?"
"Spectacular, indeed spectacular." Aaron nodded. This was the truth. After all, although he had seen the magic barrier around Suramar more than once on the screen, the feeling was quite different when he saw it in reality. There was still a sense of novelty.
However, there is another reason why Aaron can maintain such a calm state:
"Hey, a bunch of stupid and cowardly guys, do they think they can be safe by putting themselves in jail?" Xal'atath's voice sounded in Aaron's mind, and when he spoke of Nightborne, his tone was full of disdain and contempt.
There was such a voice that kept despising this and that in Aaron's mind. If Aaron acted too excited, he felt that he would definitely be ridiculed severely by Xal'atath. In order to avoid listening to Xal'atath's venomous words, Aaron felt that his calmness had improved a lot during this period.
You know, when Xal'atath mocks other people, he usually stops after one or two sentences, but when he mocks Aaron, it is continuous.
"But I don't think you are surprised at all." Vereesa walked around Aaron, looked him up and down and said, "You haven't been here before, have you?"
"I haven't, I've never been here." Aaron shook his head, turned to look at an island opposite the purple barrier, pointed at a towering building over there and said, "Look over there, I think it looks familiar, Vereesa, don't you think so?"
The direction Aaron points to is a tall building opposite the ship's side on the other side. That building was originally a Temple of the Moon belonging to Night Elf Sisterhood of Elune, but perhaps it is more appropriate to call it another name Tomb of Sargeras.
Back then, the guardian Aegwynn defeated an incarnation of Fel Titans Sargeras. In order to prevent the corpse filled with Fel from contaminating Azeroth, Aegwynn sealed the corpse in the part of Suramar that sank on the seabed.
Later, Gul'dan came here and wanted to absorb the power of Sargeras's incarnation, so he united with his Warlocks to cast spells to lift up the ruins on the seabed. It took tens of thousands of years for this Temple of the Moon to see the light of day again.
"Ah?" Vereesa turned to look at the temple-style building. After looking at it carefully for a long time, he murmured, "It seems... it does look familiar."
Doesn't it look familiar? Aaron said to himself, that Temple of the Moon was built by Night Elf, and High Elf is a branch of Night Elf. Naturally, the architectural styles of the two sides will have many similarities.
"I always feel like you know more." Vereesa looked at Aaron suspiciously and said with a little dissatisfaction.
"Well, if you are really interested, I can talk to you, but... well, just don't think of me as a madman." Aaron looked up at the sky and said.
"Forget it, let's wait until you are willing to take the initiative to tell me." Vereesa did not dwell too much on this issue.
"We also think that building is very similar to High Elf's style, but that island only appeared suddenly in recent years. There are many strange things on the island, and we are not willing to get close." The captain's voice sounded behind the two of them, Then he remembered something and said to Vereesa, "Miss Windrunner, Azsuna also has many ruins of a similar style. If you are interested, you can go there to see it."
After saying this, the captain shouted an order to the sailors, "We are almost there, boys, lower the sails and prepare to enter the harbor."
Aaron looked up and could already see a natural harbor appearing not far away. The ship slowly entered the port along the entrance of the river.
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