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"Huh"

The huge fleet was moving fast on the calm sea, and behind the huge ships, there were white sprays, which were ploughed open by the ocean.

The green flag of Kul Tiras fluttered over the vast fleet, and the image of the anchor fluttered in the sea breeze, along with the full sails, and the whistling sound was the loudest on the sea.

This is the fourth fleet of Kurtiras, which is the new fleet that has been formed for the shortest time, when Dai Lin took the first and second fleets to the Eastern Continent to support the imperial war, the third and fourth fleets stayed in Kurtiras, fighting pirates on the surrounding islands, patrolling the sea frontier, and protecting their country.

As the most powerful naval power, the Kurtilas called their fleet "Invincible Armada", which was not a kind of self-boasting, in fact, when the four great fleets of Kurtilas were united, there was almost no force to match them in the entire sea.

Even the Fourth Fleet, which had been formed for the youngest time, had more than 25 large warships, an equal number of troop carriers and supply ships, and light warships for expulsion operations, and a single salvo was enough to storm the walls of a city, although a fleet as a sea power rarely had such a vigorous opportunity to attack.

And now, the Fourth Fleet is returning at full speed from the overseas territory of Kurtiras, the large island of Tol Barad, to support the undead mainland.

In command of the Fourth Fleet is 17-year-old Thanreid. Proudmoore, the third son of King Daline and Queen Catherine, and the younger brother of Prince Drake and Princess Gianna, is a bohemian and very much like Daleen.

Tamred and his sister Gianna are twins, the time of their birth is only a few minutes apart, so when he was a child, Tamred would often quarrel with Gianna because of this problem, he thought that he was the elder brother and Gianna was the sister, but every time Tamred would be beaten to the ground by Gianna, and every quarrel would end with the cry of Prince Tamred.

But as the two grew older, especially when Gianna was 11 years old, after being sent to Dalaran to study magic, Tanred and his sister met very rarely, but the relationship between the two did not become alienated due to geographical barriers, and correspondence was more frequent, they would share their stories, and they would also exchange gifts.

Of course, their older brother, Prince Drake, now 26 years old, occasionally joins in.

"The prince of Lordaeron is courting my sister, phew, is he worthy?"

Tannred leaning on the bridge of the speeding ship, facing the sea breeze, his long golden hair fluttering in the wind, the open captain's suit, the golden clock pendant hanging from his neck, and the diagonal strap, all these showed Tannred's bohemian nature, but those eyes, those blue eyes, there was a peculiar light of the Proudmoor family.

Beside him was the boatswain of the flagship of the Fourth Fleet, a sturdy sailor who, while drinking rum, drunkenly said to the prince:

"But the prince of Lordaeron is not like you, Thanred, he will inherit the throne in the future, and Princess Gianna is barely suitable to marry a king, right?"

"My sister is the daughter of the sea!"

Tannred pursed his lips disdainfully, and he snorted:

"How can you marry a coward who does not dare to expand his territory on the sea? Anyway, I don't agree to this marriage, and it is said that my brother does not agree either, saying that he will not talk about it until at least after we have won the undead. ”

"I saw the lighthouse!"

The navigator, who stood on the lookout at the top of the mast, shouted: "To the left, to the left!" The lighthouse of the sages of the sea tide is just ahead! ”

Hearing the voice of the navigator, the lazy Tanred was like a awakened lion, he moved his shoulders, his left hand on the command knife at his waist, and he shouted to the sailors running on the deck:

"Alright, little cubs, the musket is loaded! Get your artillery ready! The undead are besieging Pelallas, and that's our home! They thought they could scare the children of the sea, but now, it's our turn! ”

"Let them see how good the people of Kul Tiras are!"

"Sing our songs, pick up our wine, hold our weapons, it's time to go to war!"

In the midst of Tanrid's roar, the sturdy sailors sang loudly, not the lewd slang songs sung by the vulgar and weak pirates, nor the blood-boiling war songs, but rather a ballad that was circulated throughout the territory of Kurtiras, and it was said to be in Gianna, who was regarded as the "daughter of the sea" by the entire Kurtilas. Princess Prodmore was born a song written by an unknown composer.

Its name is "Daughter of the Sea", it is a song full of tenderness and nostalgia, but when it is close to home, this tenderness does not make the warriors lose their fighting spirit, on the contrary, it fills their hearts with the courage to fight in order to defend their home.

Amid the sailors' songs, the lighthouse in the Tilagade Strait became clearer and clearer, and Thanred looked out to sea in the distance, and could faintly see the Third Fleet returning from the South Sea, and he was now full of confidence that with the help of the two fleets, the undead would never be able to break his country.

But just as he was approaching the lighthouse, Tanred noticed the light shining on the lighthouse, which was not the usual firelight, on the contrary, the light emitted a strange ... Purple, and as the ship got closer and closer to the shore of Kul Tiras, an eerie fog that had never been seen before began to ripple on the surface of the sea.

The breeze around them had disappeared, and the sea was as calm as a dark mirror, and the fleet was not like going home at all, but like sailing into hell under the eerie light.

"Something is wrong... The sea is so calm. ”

Tanred clenched the command knife at his waist, and a sense of foreboding rose inside him.

The whispers of every sailor who entered the mist sounded like the tide crashing against stones, the more you tried to hear it clearly, the more you couldn't hear it clearly, and the eyes of everyone on the deck became dull, and finally, when the fog was so thick that even the eyes of Tanred, who was manipulating the rudder, became dull.

The sails of the fleet, which was no longer guarded, dried up, but even in the absence of the sea breeze, the speed of the two fleets did not weaken, but continued to move forward, like marionettes, in a dead silence, sent into another world...

A man ruled by darkness, but no one knows about it, destined to be forgotten... World.

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"In the beginning, we were too blind."

A low prayer sounded in the smell of incense, and Lord Stothon, who had escaped from Drusła two days earlier, was now wearing the dark red priestly robes of the Sages of the Tide, half-kneeling in the Temple of Storms in the northeast of the Stoxon Valley, the temple used by the Sages of the Tides to worship the sea.

In front of the lord, there is a statue, which has no specific shape, representing the most instinctive awe and worship of the sea by the sages of the sea tide, but in the painful incense, the tentacles that spread left and right of this sculpture can be vaguely seen... Just like an octopus, the interior of the Storm Temple, which should have been bright, shone with a dark and gloomy, cold and moist light.

As if under the sea, behind the Lord was a group of sincere sages of the tide, whose prayers were to guide the four fleets of Kul Tiras back safely.

Don't think that the prayer of the sage of the tide is just a simple worship, no! The Tide Sages who worship the sea gain mystical powers from the sea, and their prayers can affect the sea breeze, currents, and even soothe the storms that should have occurred.

Imagine fighting on the surface of the sea, where a raging storm destroys your power, leaving your enemies unscathed in the storm, even with the help of the storm's power!

But today, the prayer is somewhat bizarre.

"We are like a frightened flock of sheep that have lost their way."

"We left the chaotic streets of our homes and tried to find something greater."

Lord Stozon knelt half-before the statue and whispered:

"Eventually, we found the ocean."

"Or, the ocean has found us."

With the rise of some power, in the Lord's closed eyes, the situation in the Tiragad Strait at this time was almost vivid, and he saw the third and fourth fleets of Kurtiras trapped in the fog rising beneath the surface of the sea, and in that crazy whisper, little by little, the strange currents were sent into the rift between reality and illusion.

That's another country...

"Although the tide is as troubled as our home, it is not a finite existence that we know of."

"Every wave brings casualties, but it also brings food."

"And with food, there is... Freely. ”

The Lord muttered to himself, and behind him, the will of the sages was infiltrated by the deep power of the sea, and they were mesmerizing the ancient scriptures, making the atmosphere in the temple even more eerie and profound.

"We look for a home on the horizon like a sailor's eyes looking into the distance day and night."

"We didn't know what we found."

"But we know that this land and sea will protect our children from the noise of the tide."

In the tumbling obscure power, Lord Stothon opened his eyes, he stood up, and before his eyes, the twisted statue seemed to have a life of its own, and the dark light shone and twisted in front of the statue, and the dark light cast the Lord's figure on the ground, making his figure distorted as well.

Behind him, the muffled chanting continued.

"We were the first to hear about them."

"It wasn't a violent tide surging on the surface... It was a soft whisper, and only we could hear it. ”

"Whispers reveal the true power within us that no one knows."

"The surging tide changes us and allows us to see the truth."

"We were changed forever."

Lord Stoson's chant grew louder and louder, and soon the sneaky whisper resounded through the temple like thunder.

The scriptures of the Sages of the Sea Tide are not as sacred as those of the Church of Light, in fact, it sounds more like a story.

"It all happened very simply."

"Our godsend can bring schools of fish into our nets and fresh water into our mouths."

"We... No longer a slave to the elements. ”

"We... It's the master! ”

The dark light on the statue distorted repeatedly, and finally, in front of the eyes of Lord Stoxon with a sincere face, formed a strange figure, and the dark shadow rose from the calm waters in front of the statue, as if it had risen from the depths of the sea, as if it had risen from the abyss.

The shadow, with an innate arrogance, looked at everything in front of her, and she listened to the psalm, her beautiful face full of calm, as if she didn't care about it all.

The Lord knelt on the ground again, and this time, he seemed more sincere, for the apparition that appeared before him was the "messenger" of the master, the queen of the Stoxon family, the source of the power of the Lord's ancestors, and the absolute secret on which the Stoxon family depended.

And the deep and strange chanting finally came to the final chapter, and the sages of the sea tide, who were immersed in the power of the sea, became even more crazy, and they shouted in unison:

"We control the wind of sails... The tide pushes us into the night. ”

"The inhabitants of the abyss can't hurt our hulls, they lead the way for us!"

"The guidance of the abyss is becoming clearer and clearer, and they are guiding us home."

"A brand new home."

"We named that place after our lord in honor of the gift we received."

"We... Finally home. ”

At the moment when the high voice became muffled, the whole psalm was recited, and the power of darkness drifted through the temple like a mad silhouette, and Lord Stothon felt the gaze above him, and he took a deep breath, the air that contained the smell of the tide, the sea breeze, and the abyss.

He bowed his head, like the most loyal of guards, and whispered:

"Congratulations. Beautiful and great... Queen Azhara, my... Queen. ”

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