The Fleet's Destruction

Meanwhile, on the Lost Island, King Varian Wrynn of Stormwind City and Warchief Thrall of the Horde were quite frustrated. The Lost Island had been captured in just three days, much to their surprise. The adventurers' fighting prowess was truly formidable; despite being outnumbered, they had easily won. Moreover, the enemy defending the island was surprisingly foolish. The Immortals had defeated the Naga with fewer troops were completely unprepared for the Alliance and Horde's offensive, allowing them to defeat them one by one, leaving only the Lost Temple standing.

However, the attack on the Lost Temple surprised the two leaders. They had thought that a small temple was nothing compared to the hundreds of thousands of elemental soldiers they had wiped out. They believed that even if they used adventurers to overwhelm it, they could take it down. But seven days had passed and there had been no progress at all.

When they attacked the Lost Island before, the adventurers took on the main task. So this time, they also asked the adventurers to attack. But seven days have passed and the adventurers have made no progress. Not only that, the three main gods have also issued a divine decree, ordering the heroes on the island not to act rashly.

The leaders of the two factions were not particularly superstitious. They were used to being leaders and were not as superstitious about oracles as ordinary people. So they each sent their heroes to try to enter the Lost Temple, only to find that the entrance to the Lost Temple was blocked by a powerful force and they could not enter at all.

However, the oracle said they could enter after a while, so they had no choice but to wait.

As a result, we've been waiting all this time, and we're still just sitting on the island.

"Something's not quite right!" Varian Wrynn and Thrall both thought to themselves. In the past, they might not have felt this way, but recently, because of the mysterious man's encouragement, they had also noticed some strange things about this world.

Since they had no choice but to stay put, the heroes of the Alliance and the Horde could only idly fight and spar in the Hero Arena, earning some glory for their faction along the way.

Thrall and Varian Wrynn have been staying in the Hero Arena for the past few days, watching the heroes of both sides take turns fighting fiercely. Fortunately, both sides are quite restrained, focusing only on the skill of the fighters and avoiding any fatalities.

As the leader of both sides, one must watch the battles of their respective heroes. This is a troublesome but necessary task.

However, on this day, not long after the two faction leaders arrived at the stands of the Hero Arena, their subordinates came to report.

Reporting to Varian was a royal mage who had been using magic to maintain communication with the cities of Kingdom of Stormwind, so one of the roles of a royal mage was that of a telegraph operator.

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! We've spotted a massive earth elemental army at the Redridge Mountains outpost Stormwind City are expected to arrive tonight!" the royal mage exclaimed in alarm.

"What!?" Varian was stunned. Stormwind City was severely damaged, the walls were not yet repaired, and the city was poorly defended. At this time, if it were to be attacked by the elemental army, the consequences were unimaginable.

"How many troops are attacking?" At least there was some rationality left. The elemental army had suffered such heavy losses in recent battles that they probably wouldn't send too many troops; perhaps they could still hold out.

"About two hundred thousand, and led by seven Elemental Lords."

Varian was stunned for a moment, almost collapsing to the ground. Two hundred thousand, what was he going to do?

At the same time, Thrall also received news that the fire elemental army was attacking Orgrimmar. This was equally devastating news for him. Orgrimmar was a city built of wood; how could it withstand an attack by an army of 200,000 fire elementals?

The two old rivals exchanged a glance and then decisively left the stands.

The two walked side by side toward the camp, discussing as they went.

Thrall (Horde of the Warchief): "We must return to their aid."

Varian Wrynn (King of Stormwind City): "Yes, leave immediately, and those adventurers must be brought back as well."

Thrall (Warchief Horde): "That's right, we can each leave a hero with some soldiers to defend this place and continue the siege of the Lost Temple."

Varian Wrynn (King of Stormwind City): "That's right, I'll leave Duke Bolvar here. It's settled then. We'll go back and gather the soldiers to prepare for departure."

Faced with the crisis, the leaders of both camps didn't waste time or argue; they quickly reached an agreement.

The two returned to the entrance of the Allied Command Post in the Lost City, preparing to go in and assemble their troops, when suddenly, the sky darkened.

"Huh, is the wind picking up?" Varian exclaimed in surprise. Thrall, however, suddenly had a thought. As a Shaman, he was exceptionally sensitive to elemental fluctuations. At this moment, he could sense a massive elemental force rapidly approaching from afar—and from more than one place.

Looking up at the sky, the once clear, cloudless sky was now covered by dark clouds and a storm. The heavy, dark clouds, like mountain ranges, were slowly engulfing the Lost Island. Thrall could sense that this was no ordinary storm, but a magical phenomenon. Could it be that something—

"Al'Akir!" Thrall blurted out.

Strong winds inevitably bring large waves, and Varian reacted accordingly, but his thoughts were focused on the safety of the fleet.

"Messenger, quickly send a message to the admiral: have the fleet move to port and drop anchor!"

But it was too late. Before the messenger could even set off, towering waves began to rise and fall on the sea. These were not caused by a storm, but by waves that formed naturally from the seabed. The towering waves were created by the combined use of the Tsunami Spell by the seven Water Elemental Lords and the Neptulon the Tidehunter.

At this moment, the other heroes also arrived and stood on the cliff of the Lost City. The heroes saw a terrifying scene.

Amidst towering waves tens of meters high, the Alliance and Horde warships were tossed about uncontrollably, with frequent violent collisions that resulted in them collapsing into fragments and sinking into the water. Some warships were even capsized by the waves. Moreover, the seawater was teeming with Water Elemental that hunted down the crew members who had fallen into the water.

"Quickly, send all air support to the fleet! We cannot afford to lose our fleet!" Varian roared. "Mephist, lead your dragon riders and set off immediately! Fulata, your griffon units, move out with them!"

Thrall also started sending the Horde's air force into the air.

But the sky was no longer safe either. Dark clouds had covered the sky, and thunder rumbled through them—the handiwork of Al'Akir and his Elemental Lord of Air. Wind elementals could be seen moving through the clouds from time to time. Hundreds of thousands of wind elementals, blotting out the sun, occupied the sky. This time, they weren't foolish enough to land on the ground and fight the adventurers hand-to-hand; instead, they hovered in the air. Any Alliance Horde air force that took off would immediately be besieged by dozens of times their number of enemies. Although the people on the ground hadn't yet been attacked, a deep sense of despair could still be felt.

"No, we can't waste our precious air force. We should keep the battle on the ground. Now we can only rely on the fleet itself, and we must at least preserve a portion of it," Varian Wrynn said firmly.

Indeed, the Alliance and Horde fleets were fighting valiantly. Although most of the expeditionary force, heroes, and adventurers had already landed, the Alliance and Horde navies still numbered over 50,000, who were currently guarding their posts. Admiral Barbry Waynes was directing the Alliance navy to bombard the Water Elemental in the sea, while the Horde navy was also fighting hard. They even had the help of their Naga allies, Naga speed in the water was no less than that of the Water Elemental.

However, their resistance was still futile against the army of 200,000 Water Elemental and seven or eight Water Elemental Lords. Especially in the face of the constant impact of the tsunami, these warships could not aim accurately at all, and it was already difficult enough for them to stay on the sea surface without capsizing.

Another wave, as large as a mountain, crashed down on the Alliance and Horde fleets.

One warship after another sank to the bottom of the sea.

"Our fleet is finished!" Thrall said in despair, looking at the chaotic scene on the sea.