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24. Head to the Broken Isles

The three of us sat in the basket, swaying back and forth.

The basket is a boat, drifting east and west on the grassland.

The spring breeze, the spring breeze is blowing!

The grass on the ground is like the waves on the sea.

Today, we should pay attention to the changing weather.

Guided by the stars, let's go on an adventure! Where to?

Let the ship drift, drift to Kalimdor? Drift to Arathi Highlands? Elwynn? Or Tirisfal?

Hey! A fleet of warships is approaching from the sea!

Those were a herd of cattle bellowing and charging across the grassland!

Quick, get away from them! They're a bunch of crazy guys!

Oh! The garden is like a beach, and the garden gate is like a harbor.

At the very front of the flagship, Tennys hummed a strange, off-key song while using the instruments in her hand to check if the current course had deviated. Tyrande stood beside her, watching her actions with curiosity.

What song is this?

"It's a pirate song, but we merchants who often make a living at sea also like to sing it for fun. After all, encountering the navy is never a good thing for either of us..."

Tennys rotated a knob on the instrument with her right hand to better lock onto the relative coordinates of the sun.

"It does sound quite...rough."

Tyrande said that it took her a long time to come up with a suitable word.

"There's no way around it. Pirates don't have any scholars. They're always nitpicking over words. But High Priestess Tyrande, are you sure we can make it in time? Even if the power of the Archdruid Malfurion allows us to have a constant wind, it will still take about a month to reach the outer edge of the Broken Isles from the point of departure from Ratchet. Not to mention that you spent more than half a month preparing and mobilizing your troops."

Tennys put away the equipment and looked at Tyrande with a very serious expression.

“Mave was once a priestess of the moon goddess Elune, and the moon goddess would protect her.”

Tyrande's very mystical answer left Tanys grinning, unsure how to respond. Just when neither of them could find a way to say anything, Malfurion appeared just in time to break the awkward silence, a semi-transparent owl perched on his hand.

"What's wrong, my love?"

Tyrande leaned against Malfurion's massive body quite naturally.

"New news from Maiev: she's still fighting. We should be able to make it in time."

Malfurion raised his right arm, making the translucent owl fully visible to the three. A few seconds later, the owl's body began to shimmer slightly, and strings of words that Tannis found incomprehensible flowed from its body.

"The Moon Temple Priest's script, a special script accessible only to mid-level or higher Moon Goddess priests. This information is what Maiev gave us about her current location. We'll leave the task of adjusting the course to you, Miss Tannis."

Realizing that Tannis couldn't understand Maiev's message at all, Tyrande explained the origin of the text and began translating it word by word. As each character transformed into Night Elf language that Tannis could barely understand, she roughly figured out what the message was trying to convey.

"...This location...is the sea?"

Tannis projected a map with a puzzled look, zooming in on the Broken Isles region and marking the location indicated by Maiev's new message with a red dot.

"If Miss Tannis's map is accurate, this place... seems..."

Malfurion looked up and down at the map floating in the air, stroking his chin with his left thumb, feeling that the coordinates looked somewhat familiar.

"That place is the site of the ancient Temple of the Moon in Suramar, and it's also where I first started my training... It should have sunk to the bottom of the sea during the cataclysmic event ten thousand years ago, so why has it reappeared? Is its reappearance related to Illidan?"

Tyrande's voice gently rang in Tannis's ear. The moment Tyrande's voice entered her ears, Tannis suddenly screamed and knelt on one knee on the deck.

"Miss Tanis!"

Seeing Tanis's pale face, Malfurion immediately stretched out his right hand, causing a pale green aura to swirl above her head, nourishing Tanis's body.

A few seconds later, Tanis, panting, stood up, leaning on the ship's railing, and gave Malfurion a grateful look.

"Sorry, it's an old problem. I thought it was no longer likely to flare up..."

"If you can't hold on any longer, take a short rest, Miss Tannis."

A hint of concern flashed in Tyrande's eyes.

"No need... I'm fine..."

Tanis, who was almost stunned by the information contained in the shattered memory fragments, calmed herself down a bit, took out the instruments, adjusted the course, and led the fleet to cut through the waves with the help of the wind.

———————————————Broken Beach——————————————————

Beside a towering rock, Maiev and her remaining Watchers used the terrain to establish a small camp to defend against the demons, fel beasts, and the Naga who remained, trying to wipe them out, as the seal on the Tomb of Sargeras had collapsed.

However, they are starting to feel the strain.

How much drinking water and food do we have left?

Maiev wiped her lips with a damp handkerchief to quench her thirst, then asked in a hoarse voice, explaining that due to underestimating their enemy and not yet adjusting to the fact that the night elves had lost their immortality and returned to mortal form, she hadn't carried many supplies with her when she set sail. Although there were still some remnants of Wardens' secret fortresses in the Azsuna region of the Broken Isles, they were currently stuck on the beach and had no way to make the long trek to the fortresses to obtain supplies.

"Maybe two days, maybe three days, some of the sisters have already fallen into a coma."

A watchman removed his mask and responded to his superior in a voice that was almost completely mute.

"Hold on, reinforcements are on their way. Now, go on patrol. We can't let this camp fall."

Looking at the faces of her subordinates, weakened by thirst and lack of food, beneath their exposed iron masks, Maiev hardened her heart and gave the order. The Watcher, whom she commanded, said nothing, put his mask back on, turned around, picked up his weapon, and headed out of the camp.

"......"

Gently placing the handkerchief into the nearly empty bucket, Maiev raised her head to look at the boundless sea in the distance. Her face, hidden behind the iron mask, was expressionless, devoid of joy or sorrow. She was the Watcher, the enforcer of the night elves, and her duty was to hunt down criminals. Even death could not stop her.

'Illidan...I will bring you back...no matter...life or death!'

25. Landing on the beach

"Splash—"

"crunch-"

"Water depth is suitable! Drop anchor! Lower the landing craft!"

"Sentry Force! Come claim your big cat!"

"Drop the box in the water! Yes, drop it in the water! Don't worry! Our boxes are guaranteed to be sealed!"

"Vanguard! Follow me! I don't know if you Night Elves have a beach landing tactic, but if you use our Ratchet's technology, you have to follow our rules! It's all in the contract!"

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Tanya followed Malfurion and Tyrande as they leisurely boarded a small boat and landed on the rocky beach. They climbed onto a slightly higher reef and began to gaze out in all directions.

Wow~~

As soon as Bu Yi switched his glasses to reconnaissance mode, Tannis couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. Through the lenses, she could clearly see that the arcane energy permeating the entire Broken Beach far exceeded the normal levels of the Kalimdor continent in both quality and density!

"The energy here is very chaotic. I can't hear their messages from the wind. I can only entrust the animals living on this beach to search for them slowly."

Malfurion opened his eyes and lowered his arms; the mixed smells lingering on the Broken Beach made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

At the same time, Tyrande lowered his arm, his tone conflicted.

"I don't see any symbols related to the Moon Goddess on my end either, so I can't use the Sentinel Owl to contact Maiev—that Maiev girl, I thought she remembered the whole set of contact information for the Temple of Elune."

“She has long since abandoned her position as a priestess at the Temple of the Moon. Using the Sentinel Owl to contact us is the best she can do—Miss Tanis, do you have any way to find her?”

"I'm deploying my unmanned robot reconnaissance array to search for intelligence on land, sea, and air. However, the arcane energy intensity here is too high, and my robots are not performing very well."

Tanis explained as she adjusted her glasses.

"The explosion of the Well of Eternity in ancient times tore the earth apart, creating a massive vortex that left endless scars on the world. This archipelago is one of the most profound pieces of evidence of that catastrophe, so it's normal for the arcane energy concentration here to be so high."

"The Well of Eternity...this term, now history, still profoundly and resolutely influences the present. It's truly unimaginable how astonishing the power of that well must have been ten thousand years ago."

Tannis's words made Malfurion sigh softly.

“Those who seek the power of that well have all fallen into the abyss, Miss Tanis.”

"My path has been chosen, Archdruid Malfurion."

"That's good."

Malfurion nodded and stopped talking, focusing on communicating with the various animals on the Broken Beach. Tanis was also busy analyzing and organizing the intelligence returned by her robots, searching for any clues that might be related to Maiev. Tyrande stood beside the two of them, vigilantly watching for enemies that might appear at any time. For a moment, apart from the sounds of camps being set up in the distance, the only sound on the entire reef was the whistling wind.

A few minutes later, Malfurion, who was kneeling on the ground, opened his eyes, and Tannis pressed a button, both of them speaking in unison.

"Naga!"

"The Naga have been spotted? I'll go and mobilize the Sentinels right away."

Tyrande was overjoyed, knowing that finding the Naga meant finding Maiev.

"Yes, remember to tell them to bring more fishing nets."

Tennys, who was controlling her underwater drone, rotated the camera twice and spoke.

"???"

——————————————Near Broken Beach, Shallow Water——————————————————

Although female Naga often hold a higher status than male Naga due to their innate spellcasting abilities, there are exceptions. Once a male Naga masters the power of the tides, he has the potential to compete for leadership of the Naga race, becoming a Naga overseer or a high-ranking Naga overseer, commanding an army.

Spion was the Naga overseer who stayed on the Broken Shore to intercept the Watchers, following Vashj's orders. Although this male Naga regretted not being able to continue following the 'great Illidan' that Vashj spoke of for a while, it might not be so bad to be able to make those compatriots from ten thousand years ago suffer.

But the Watchers are just too tenacious...

"You bunch of useless trash!"

On a rocky ledge, Spion, leaning on his trident, was angrily berating his men, who all stood at attention, shoulders tucked in, listening obediently to his reprimands—half a day earlier, his army had suffered another defeat, and the Watchers' camp remained firmly entrenched beneath the cliff.

After venting his anger verbally, Spion waved his hand, signaling them to prepare for a new attack. Then, he saw dozens of strange, fish-like creatures, their surfaces completely covered in metal, rushing towards him at high speed.

What is this?

Before Spion could even think, the group of metal fish crackled and released terrifying electric currents. Instantly, Spion felt his mind go numb and he knew nothing more.

——————————————A magical dividing line——————————————————

When Spion felt his brain regain control of his body, the first sensation from his scales was...heat, and the second was...dryness. Realizing that his current environment was very bad, he tried his best to open his eyes and found himself bound hand and foot to a pillar in a ravine. Fires were burning all around him, and a bunch of unintelligible symbols were smeared on the ground with dark red stuff, like a cult sacrifice site.