The terrain of the world of Azeroth has changed several times throughout history, often accompanied by catastrophes, and after the Night Elves detonated their Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago in order to fight the Burning Legion, the continent was permanently torn apart, with the two largest continents on either side of the world, and a permafrost land at the north of the world.

But this is not all the land in the whole world, there are some islands, such as the vast South China Sea, there are scattered islands, in the golden sea route of civilization, in these islands, also sprouted island cultures that are different from the mainstream civilization.

At the site of the explosion of the Well of Eternity, it is said that the area where the real world was washed away formed a strange maelstrom, which is the most majestic natural wonder that can be found on the endless sea, and the water of the entire world pours into it, and in the flow of a giant vortex the size of a city, it is injected into another vast space under the world.

In the superstitious legends of the seafarers, it is the entrance to the abyss of Hell.

But that's not the case, the Maelstrom does have secrets, but it has nothing to do with the Abyss of Hell... And on the sea east of the maelstrom, there is an archipelago slightly smaller than the mainland, and those civilizations that existed in ancient times live their own quiet days in this undisturbed archipelago.

However, now that the whole world has begun to be disturbed, it is estimated that this quiet day will not be long away.

"Behold, there it is, above the clouds! A golden half-plane invisible to mortals. ”

In the easternmost part of the Broken Isles, among the mountains and lands called Stormfjord, the Dreadlord Varimasas, disguised as a human explorer, pointed to the sky at the end of the mountains and said to his companions:

"Valagar, Valhalla above the clouds, in the Kasanatir books, is the area where the Titan Guardian Odin was sealed, and the shield of Agrama, one of the Pillars of Creation, is also hidden, and that is our goal."

"It looks like it's hard to get into, and we'll have to think of something else."

The other Dreadlord Barnazar scratched his chin, and a sly glint flashed in his eyes:

"I've heard that the lord of the abyss of hell in this world, that is, Hela, the god of death, has a deep hatred with Odin, perhaps, we can take advantage of this hatred, tsk, I like hatred the most, as long as this thing is used well, it is simply indestructible."

"Well, that's what I thought too."

Varimathas snorted, and he threw a dark green Legion Marker Stone between the mountains and forests not far away, and only a moment later, above the sky of Stormfjord, a dark green Legion Gate slowly took shape between the swirling evil energy escaping.

"There are no hellish Blade Undead looking for trouble in this place, the Legion's strength can be gathered here, another Pillar of Creation is on the Supreme Ridge above the mountains, and the Legion's Demon Sea can be pushed all the way through... Uh, wait, why did Marganis's soul suddenly return to the Twisted Void? What's going on? Isn't it supposed to gather the remnants of its forces in the north? ”

A hint of surprise flashed across Valimas's face, and he looked back at Banazar behind him, whose eyes were closed, as if he was making a difficult contact with his companion among the stars, and after a few minutes, Banazar wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned back to Valimas:

"The undead of the Darkblade rushed into the north, and Malganis provoked the Death Lord of Tyrion in Stratholme, only to be killed by them... The Cult of the Cursed God under its command has also been served by the Darkblade Undead... Tsk, these dead people are really ruthless. ”

"!"

Varimatas burst into a foul mouth, and he looked back at the demons who had rushed out of the Legion's Gate, and said with a vicious and distorted face:

"The world has gotten worse and worse since Tyrion and his Grimblade appeared, and we need to find a way to distract them, and if we can still contact Malones? What is that muscle-busting brain doing now? ”

"Wait a minute, I'll contact Bainholler, the old guy is now sent to the heart of Kalimdor."

Banazar took out a Legion Communication Stone, and a moment later, the upper half of Bainholler's upper body appeared in the form of light and shadow above the Communication Stone, and the cunning Dreadlord looked at his companion and whispered:

"Malones and its demon legions have entered the Felwood Forest, and now I'm with it, and we've built a line of defense here, called Shadowkeep, is your operation going well?"

"It's hard to say right now."

To his compatriots on another continent, Varimatas said:

"Now that the location of the 2 Pillars of Creation has been determined, we are trying to find a way to infiltrate, but now it is best not to let the eyes of the other forces turn their eyes, so, can you find a way to attract their attention?"

"You mean, let's go to our deaths?"

Bain Holler said dissatisfiedly:

"Powerful as Malones can't break through the obstruction of the demigods of the Night Elves, if you desperately pour out, it's easy to step into the trap of those cunning guys, besides, that stupid big guy doesn't listen to me, the Abyss Lord is like this."

"No, no, no!"

Varimatas shook his head, a twinkle in his eyes as he reminded:

"I mean, do you remember those orcs? I've heard that they're now operating on the east coast of Kalimdor, and that the demon blood they drank back then was the blood of Maronos' rage, and they thought they were free, but in fact it wasn't, as long as they were tempted to drink Manolos' blood again... You'll instantly have hundreds of thousands of brave orc minions in Kalimdor... Do you understand what I mean? ”

"Well, that's a good idea to try, I see... Wait for news. ”

A glint flashed in Bainholler's eyes as it hung up the Communication Stone, and Varimathas and Banazal glanced at each other, and then the two Dreadlords who had smuggled to the Broken Isles looked back to see behind them an army of demons slowly forming between the land and mountains of the Stormfjord.

Even better, the world beyond the Broken Isles has become a pot of porridge, and no one will bother their "digging" work anymore.

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With the order of the King of the Dark Blade, the entire Northern Frontier wargroup has entered the final state of war, although due to some "mistakes" inside the Darkblade, the portal self-rescue operation of the Human Empire was not discovered by the undead in time, but with the current results, the Darkblade Wargroup that poured out of the nest is still full.

In less than a day, they captured Andorhar, Lordaeron, Stratholm and Eagle's Nest Mountain, and although most of the civilians had already left through the portal, there were still some remnants of the crowd captured by the Darkblades, especially Stratholme, who broke out in civil strife, and gave the Darkblade Legion a "big gift" of 60,000 civilians at one time.

At this moment, the Darkblade soldiers of the Northern Frontier have swooped down on the last human stronghold in the land, the Whispering Coast in the north of the Lordan Lentirisfa region, where the last of the Empire's maritime forces transported civilians to the super-large port.

It is said that after the Prince of Arthas gathered there with the last of Lordaeron's refugees, the number of civilians waiting for the Imperial Fleet to be transported in that port had reached more than 1.5 million, which was already comparable to the population of the whole of Stormgard.

However, the fighting in the interior of northern Xinjiang does not seem to have spread to the entrance to northern Xinjiang, that is, the Arathi Plateau, where the Human Empire and the Darkblade Army once confronted each other.

Although the Death Lord Danas who is stranded here. Thorbain has two warbands, "Hellfire" and "Storm", and it only takes one wave of all the charges to completely take down the Riptide Castle, which has been devastated by demons, but the Death Lord has never given the order for a general attack.

A few days earlier, the soldiers of the Darkblade had laid siege to Fort Riptide from three directions, and the last two legions of the Kingdom of Stormgard had not let go of it, but had cowered in the deepest part of the ruined castle.

Garin. His Majesty Thorbain and his loyal soldiers were stuck in a "dead place" that had lost 70% of its defenses, and there were enough supplies to live, but their morale was already low after witnessing the battle of demons raging on the human land.

But even so, no one offered to surrender, no one wanted to surrender, this is not a war between kingdoms, even if it surrenders, it will only lose honor and land, this is a war between the living and the dead, and those who surrender will completely lose everything, even the most precious lives.

But after the seemingly stupid act of defending the castle, in addition to showing the character and honor of the kingdom of Stormgard, the young King Garin actually had another plan.

At this time, on the bay sentry post behind Fort Riptide, two knights were manipulating binoculars, vigilantly looking at the sea surface of the wetland sea behind, holding pocket watches in their hands, constantly counting the time, as if waiting for something to happen.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

One soldier whispered, "Do you think we can really trust those people?" After all, they're just a bunch of stinky pirates who smell disgusting... Why does Your Majesty trust them so much? ”

"Don't be stupid, corporal."

Another veteran reprimanded, took the binoculars, carefully searched the sea, and said:

"The king doesn't trust the pirates either, but there's no other way for us to do it."

The young soldier took out a red sausage from his pocket behind him, and while eating it, he said curiously to the old soldier:

"I grew up hearing my parents talk about the Tolbain family's pact with the Blackwater pirates, and I thought it was a lie, but I didn't expect it to be a story that actually happened... But will those pirates really fulfill their promises? ”

"Well, who knows?"

The veteran sighed:

"After all, it was more than 100 years ago, it is said that because of some special things, the first king mercifully allowed those pirates who fell into distress to rest in the Gulf of Deepfar, and also allowed them to use this hidden bay as a supply point, for more than 100 years, those pirates would dock here from time to time, and the royal family did have special people to deal with them, but most of the time it was some exchange of information."

"Those pirates occasionally give gifts to the king, but it's hard to say that they risk offending the undead to take over the last legions of the kingdom of Stormgard... Wait, on the sea, to the south! Look over there, is that a ship? ”

Hearing the old soldier's order, the young soldier hurriedly stuffed the red sausage in his hand into his mouth, chewed it, and turned the telescope to the south, he carefully adjusted the magnification of the telescope, and after a while, the young soldier shouted:

"No, it's not a ship... Is that... That's a fleet! Flying the banner of the Blackwater pirates, with the Holy Light above, they are indeed here! ”

In the eyes of the young soldiers, a fleet of nearly 30 ships of all sizes was coming along the open sea of the wetlands to the Gulf of Riptide Castle, the white splash of the fleet on the sea was so clear, and the black water flag hoisted on the mast of the fleet, in the past, this pirate flag could only make people feel anger and fear, but today, it is strangely representing hope.

"Go and inform Your Majesty! Reinforcements are coming! ”

The old soldier hurriedly hoisted a strange black flag to the sentry post at the back of the castle, and shouted to the young soldier:

"Get our legion ready, we're leaving! No one dies at the hands of the undead, and Stormgard's legacy will continue! ”

"Yes, I'll go!"

Contrary to the cheers of Fort Riptide, on the flagship of the Blackwater pirates' fleet sailing on the sea, a goblin wearing a sailor's hat who stepped on a chest and played with the monoculars in his hand said to the tall, dark-skinned minotaur with a red captain's hat beside him:

"Captain Heavy... No, Mr. Heavy Punch, I don't know what madness you've got to save the remnants of the human kingdom, but listen to me... The fleet is already unhappy with your deviant behavior. ”

"Those idiots have no idea what I'm doing! So do you, Fisk! ”

The Minotaur Captain named Heavy Punch spewed out two streams of white air from his nostrils with a golden nose ring, and his voice was like thunder, and he looked at the walls of Riptide Castle, and he said in a deep voice:

"Buddy. That damn undead soul of Moore has washed the entire Booty Bay in blood, Big Brother Cape has died tragically at their hands, and I must avenge my boss! The Dark Blades have driven us out of Treasure Bay like a dog, and now that their fleet is still trying to drive us out of the South Seas, are we being beaten like this? ”

"Nope! We must teach them a lesson! Let them know that the free Blackwater pirates will never bow down to the damned dead! ”

This bloody shout caused the scum sailors on the deck to let out a cheer, and in the midst of that cheer, a treacherous glint flashed in Mr. Heavyfist's eyes, and he lowered his voice and said to the goblins at his feet:

"Of course, more importantly... His Majesty Garin is willing to take out all the gold coins in the treasury of the Kingdom of Stormgard to buy a life for him and his soldiers, and in the case of the already at odds with the Darkblade Undead, we urgently need to find a strong ally, the Human Empire is very suitable, my friend Fisk, this rescue is actually a good deal, isn't it? ”