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The moment the six-party agreement on maintaining peace in Kalimdor officially came into effect, some vague fragments of memory gradually became clear in Tannis's mind, and what should have happened left Tannis speechless.

Thrall, Cairne, Rexxar, and their nominal mentor Chen, with Jaina's help, led an elite force to launch a surprise attack on Theramore! Admiral Daelin was killed in action! Jaina stood by and watched! The Kul Tiras elite fleet was also completely annihilated through Jaina's covert machinations!

"It seems I underestimated Jaina's naiveté—she actually thought peace could be achieved with words—and her decisiveness in some ways... Things had progressed to that point, and for the new Horde and Theramore to maintain 'peace,' either her father would die or the Horde would be wiped out; there was no third solution. It's quite remarkable that she would take such a self-destructive step to maintain peace; most people wouldn't have the courage to do that—but my cheap master doesn't seem like the type to enjoy getting involved in this kind of thing at all..."

While lamenting Jaina's "selling out her father" behavior, Tanis boarded the ship she had obtained from Daelin and embarked on her journey home. The Naga spoils had already been sent back to Ratchet, and now all she needed to do was... go back and count her money!

———————————————— Dividing line across the ocean ————————————————

“,,,,,,,,,”

In Gazlowe's office, Tannis was surrounded by black mist, her eyes burning as she stared intently at her father, while Gazlowe calmly sipped a cup of tea.

"I said—Dad!!! That Naga sea monster is my trophy!!"

“I know, my dear daughter, but are you sure you can squeeze every last drop of value out of her? Let’s not even talk about the distant future; can you really break her down into pieces and sell her as spellcasting materials?”

"Forehead......"

Tanis froze in her chair. Although she was used to killing and eliminating all threats, she didn't think she could do something like dismantling a Naga, a clearly highly intelligent being, and using it as raw material.

"Alright, look at your expression—I didn't intend to sell the Naga you caught as materials. To be honest, it could indeed fetch a lot of money, but it would be such a waste!"

"Could it be that you want to, Dad...? But what about Naga's temper?!"

Tanis suddenly realized what her father was planning to do.

"How will we know if we don't try? The worst-case scenario is that we'll drag her out and sell her to those spellcasters, won't it, my daughter?"

——————————————Ratchet Prison————————————————————

Cold and deep.

This is the most direct impression that Ratchet's massive underground prison gives to all criminals. As a prison converted from a natural underground cave, it naturally possesses some characteristics that other prisons have to go to great lengths to acquire. This makes it so that the scum who have been to Ratchet's prison will never want to go back once they have 'enjoyed' it. Therefore, Ratchet's security is basically maintained above the level of other cities in Azeroth.

But in the deepest part of the prison, there is terror upon terror...

Lady Silasir's arms were all firmly locked in specially made shackles, and she was imprisoned in the deepest water dungeon of the underground prison. The walls of the cell were painted with intricate runes using various arcane materials, which reduced the activity of elements and arcane magic in the entire cell to a minimum—even holy light, shadow, and fel energy were difficult to sense in this space.

However, this place, which was enough to make the most evil and cruelest prisoners Ratchet had ever captured weep bitterly, did not move the Naga siren's heart. As a siren, being immersed in seawater could not make her feel uncomfortable; on the contrary, it made her feel extremely comfortable.

Just as Ms. Silashil closed her eyes to meditate, trying to use her remaining meager strength to contact her nominal superior, Tannis's voice, which she could never forget in her dreams, entered her ears.

"Dad! I told you long ago, the underground prison should not only have water dungeons, but also electric, fire, ice, and even holy light prisons, so that it can perfectly imprison all kinds of troublemakers!"

"You don't want Ratchet's reputation to be on par with the prison those mages in Dalaran built to hold experimental subjects, do you, my daughter? This is a commercial city, a commercial city! If our reputation gets too bad, how will anyone dare to do business here! You know how bad-tempered the sailors are!"

"So we have no choice but to use this awkward method to imprison a Naga sea monster?"

"Anyway, it's locked up, isn't it..."

As Gazlowe's goblin shrieks and Tannis's voice drew closer, Lady Silasir opened her eyes, staring at the two rulers of Ratchet with emotionless pupils.

"You look quite well, Ms. Sirahir. Perhaps we should put you in a prison a little higher up?"

Tanis's words caused a slight smile to appear on Mrs. Silashill's lips, and the few snake hairs on her head swayed slightly.

"It seems you need something from me, you inferior race."

"No, it is your answer that will determine your fate... Ms. Sirahir..."

With a flick of his finger, Gazlowe unleashed a torrent of blue-white electricity that coursed wildly across Lady Silasir's body, instantly turning the Naga siren into a shrimp-like creature, bent over in agony.

"You see, it will only take your life in an instant. As a spellcaster, I believe you understand how precious your body is to some mages..."

Gazlowe's words sent a chill down Lady Silasir's spine as she caught her breath. She wasn't particularly afraid of death, but dying as a material for spellcasting was something she found extremely unacceptable!

“Dad, you’ve got something wrong. Dead ones aren’t as valuable as living ones. More people will be willing to pay for a living Naga sirens—as long as they stay away from the ocean, Naga sirens aren’t a big problem.”

Tannis's words made Silasir's vision go dark—she knew that if she were sold to an inland area far from the ocean, it would truly be a hellish future. Therefore, even though she knew that the two of them were 'tricking' her, she had no choice but to obediently speak up.

"Speak... what do you want, and what do you want to know?"

"We have a lot to know, firstly..."

Gazlowe pulled out a piece of paper.

Why are you Naga appearing in such large numbers in shallow sea areas?

23. Hired by the Night Elves

Half an hour later...

Gazlowe walked out of the prison gates with his hands in his pockets and an expressionless face. Tanis put her right finger to her lips, comparing the information about the Naga Siren with her own fragmented memories.

What's your opinion on this?

Gazlowe only spoke after getting into the car and starting the engine.

"Although this matter may seem to be an internal affair of the Night Elves, it is very likely to have an immeasurable impact on the entire world. Illidan Stormrage is a typical example of someone who doesn't make a sound until he does, and I believe that he didn't summon so many Naga to assist him in the battle just to find a place to hide."

"Especially our trade route across the Endless Sea—it's clear that some of the Naga don't want to embark on a glamorous yet deadly adventure with Mr. Illidan, so they choose to stay on remote islands, hunting passing ships in order to obtain resources that are hard to find on the seabed—ironically, what the Naga need is often not uncommon on land, while what is abundant on the Naga is often a rare treasure on land."

At this point, Gazlowe paused.

"Moreover, if the siren lady we imprisoned wasn't lying, then trading with the descendants of the Highborne from ten thousand years ago would undoubtedly be profitable—but is she really not lying?"

'Of course she wasn't lying.'

Of course, Tanis could only think about this in her heart. The relationship between the Naga and the Highborne was almost a dark history hidden behind the scenes. Even the Night Elves, the direct descendants of the ancient elven empire, did not know that these serpentine creatures, regarded as sea monsters, were actually their brethren. Although Illidan's rise made it possible for this dark history to come to the forefront, before everything was revealed, if she were to lift the veil herself...

Well, who knows what's going on behind the scenes?

"In short, let's keep the Naga locked up for now and decide how to deal with her once the situation becomes clearer. For now, let's focus on the trade with the orc tribes and the trade with Theramore Island."

"Okay, Dad."

————————Time's dividing line————

"Archdruid Malfurion wants to hire the Ratchet fleet?"

Tanis sat in the reception room, staring in astonishment at Naralex's arrival.

"Ah."

"Wait a minute, I'm a little confused. You night elves don't have a need to go to sea, so why would you suddenly think of hiring us?"

Tanis rubbed her temples, forcing herself to clear her head. Because Ratchet had taken on Admiral Daelin's task of building a naval fortress, she was so busy that she could only sleep for about 4 hours a day.

"Well... you'll understand when you meet Archdruid Malfurion."

Naralex was visibly embarrassed when he said that, and Tennys, realizing something, didn't press him further.

"Okay, so, when and where shall we meet?"

Knowing that Tennys had almost agreed to hire Nararex, a look of delight spread across his face.

"The sooner the better."

——————————————Wailing Caverns————————————————————————

With the activities of the Cenarion Circle's druids, Wailing Caverns has not only become a place to nourish the arid lands of the Barrens with its abundant water resources, but has also become a small druidic sanctuary. Many young druids come to this cave, which has been given certain sacred meaning, with reverence to study or practice.

This is also where Tannis met with Archdruid Malfurion.

“We need a fleet, a fleet that can carry a thousand Night Elf Sentinels, their mounts, and the corresponding ammunition supplies. You name your price.”

Upon meeting Tanys, Malfurion stated his purpose directly.

"What is the destination?"

Upon hearing Malfurion's request, Tannis was almost certain of her guess.

"The Broken Islands, we're going to chase someone."

"Your brother, Illidan Stormrage?"

"Ok?"

Malfurion's eyes flashed with wariness. He knew the goblins of Ratchet's rule of doing things for money; if Illidan had hired someone in Ratchet first...

“At the beginning of last month, the seafood along the coast of Ratchet went berserk, and it took us several days to clean it up. Among these seafood was a Naga sea monster whom we captured alive. She confessed that the reason they went berserk was because they were summoned by Illidan to cover for him to go overseas to do something.”

Tanya, seemingly oblivious to Malfurion's gaze, continued speaking to herself.

"You captured a Naga sea monster?"

Malfurion thought for a moment.

"Could you take me to see it?"

——————————————Ratchet, Underground Prison———————————————————

"......"

Tanis stood behind Malfurion, watching with deadpan eyes the two 'compatriots' who were trying to tear each other to pieces with their gazes. Gazlowe stood beside Tanis, his heart churning with turmoil.

"Heh, it's been ten thousand years, Malfurion Stormrage. Looks like you're doing quite well these days? Does it feel good to bring the elves back to the wilderness?"

Seconds later, Lady Silasir opened her mouth sharply, and the snakes on her head hissed as if trying to inject venom into Malfurion.

"Even in this form that is neither elf nor monster, you self-proclaimed noble high elves still haven't recognized the mistake you made ten thousand years ago?"

Malfurion's words made Sierra Hill burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!!! A mistake from ten thousand years ago? Our biggest mistake ten thousand years ago was not killing you and Tyrande first!!!"

"Stubborn to the end."

Malfurion walked to the prison and gently tapped his right hand. Several vines quickly sprouted from the seawater and bound Silasir's body, who was still unaware of what was happening.

"What...what did you do???"

"My time is limited, Sirathil. Now, answer my question, Azshara: do you want to return to the earth again?!"

"Heh... The Queen doesn't need to lift a finger to deal with you... Lady Vashj is more than capable of... submerging all of you traitors into the deep sea..."

Silasir's eyes glazed over, and she involuntarily uttered some words.

“Vaschi..…”

Malfurion clenched his fist, scattering all the vines into the sea, and turned to look at Gazlowe.

"Does the repairman corps in Ratchet also accept hires?"