Time flies, and a month passes quickly.

On the western wilderness coastline, a huge wooden sailing ship has been built, its towering three masts covered with white canvas, and countless fishmen, gnolls, and a small number of human sailors are busy loading and unloading food, fresh water, and wine necessary for the ocean, or checking for signs of water seepage under the hull.

Adam, as for him, was standing on the deck looking into the distance, patiently waiting for the tide to rise.

Only when the tide completely floods the beach will it be possible for the ship, named Dawn, to leave land and sail into the sea.

Just as he continued to measure the depth of the sea with his eyes, the whole hull suddenly shook violently, and then he heard an old man with a beard shouting at the top of his voice: "Quick, hoist the sails, everyone go to the deck!"

"Ah!!! Holy Light is on it, we're finally going to sea!" Mia screamed in excitement as she clung to the guardrail at the edge of the deck.

After more than a month of training, she has learned a series of shooting techniques containing magical energy, including arcane shooting, multi-shooting, and wind arrows, and her whole person looks full of confidence, not at all like the country girl who was easily shy and timid.

"Hahahaha! The sea! We're coming! God! I never dreamed that one day I could embark on a great adventure. Iger, the eldest of the three, grinned.

The young man was wearing a scale armor at the moment, and he carried a two-handed sword behind his back, his two arms were thick and strong, and his eyes revealed the characteristic fortitude of a warrior.

As for George, the last to learn magic, he had already changed into a dark blue robe, and asked his teacher with a smile, "Sir, are we going to go?"

"Yes, the tide has not passed the ship's side, and as long as the wind is strong enough, we can get the ship moving in no time. Adam replied with a slight nod.

Squeak!

With the white sails blowing in the wind, the mast finally made an overwhelmed sound, and at the same time the hull began to move slowly, coupled with the high tide, in less than ten minutes, the boat left the beach and floated on the water, quickly leaving the shoreline, heading for the deep sea.

Seeing that he had escaped from the dangerous waters that could be all over the reef, the old man who had shouted at the beginning stepped up to Adam and asked in a respectful tone, "My lord, where are we going first?"

"The Broken Isles, of course. I've heard of some of the most incredible energy storms in all of Azeroth, and I'd like to see them for myself. Adam put on an obsessive look and made up an excuse at random.

As a special life form evolved from artificial intelligence, he had long recognized that the old man in front of him, who claimed to be a pirate, was actually a spy sent by MI7 in Stormwind City to spy on him.

However, in order to conceal his true purpose, he did not rush to dismantle the other party, nor did he intend to throw it into the sea to feed the fish, but made the best use of his resources and appointed the other party as the first mate of the ship, responsible for managing the crew and daily affairs.

After all, as long as he does something that threatens the alliance, the agent will not only not turn his face, but will always behave well and escort the entire plan.

"Broken Islands?" the old man's eyes flashed with a hint of discoloration, and he hurriedly bent down and bowed, turned around and shouted orders to the sailors to adjust their course.

No one noticed that as he passed the right side of the ship, he silently threw a bottle of wine with a note in it into the sea.

As the ship faded away, a guy with a scuba scuba slammed out of the sea, grabbed the bottle and swam towards the shoreline.

You don't need to ask to know that the note in this bottle must have the destination of the Dawn written on it.

It took about three hours for the letter in the bottle to be handed over to Matthias Shore.

The Master Assassin only glanced at it, and immediately frowned and muttered, "Broken Isles, if I'm not mistaken, some time ago, the tribe sent an emissary to inform the king that a huge black dragon had been found on the continent of Kalimdor, and the direction it flew to was the Broken Isles, right?"

"Yes, Boss. To this end, the Horde has also sent Woking, the leader of the Darkspear Clan, and we have also sent an investigation team, led by Ansrem Ruinwivol, the Archmage of the Kenrito Council. A slender young and beautiful female assassin next to her winked at her and quickly replied in the affirmative.

Unfortunately, however, Madias Shore was not too interested in women, so he threw the note into the brazier and crossed his chin in thought.

After a full minute, he suddenly asked, "What do you think...... What exactly does this suspicious-looking mage want to do when he goes to the Broken Isles?"

"Don't ask me, boss, I'm a thief, how do I know what's going on in a mage's head. One of the gnomes shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

The female assassin shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either.

"Two pieces of waste! Forget it, leave this matter alone. The last time I asked you to investigate, how was the investigation going?" Madias Shore looked up, his eyes shining as sharp as a blade.

"We've only found the Royal Society of Pharmacists, who appear to have smuggled a sealed jar to Northrend, and it's unclear what exactly was inside. But I'm guessing it's some kind of magical plague they've developed. As you know, the Royal Apothecary Guild has been developing a magical plague that is more terrifying than the Undead Scourge since its inception, and now it is impossible not to use it against the Lich King. The dwarf thief touched the beard on his chin and said his guess.

"Magical plague?!Damn it!Lord Regent Duke Berval Vortagen seems to be rallying the horde in the past few days to launch a general assault on the Gate of Damnation, and we must send this news over to him to be on his guard. Madias Shore slapped the table and got up from her seat.

But before he could decide who to send, another agent hurried in, shouting out of breath, "No! Master! What's new! The Forsaken unleashed a terrible plague of magic in the Battle of the Gate of Damnation, killing all those involved. King Varian was furious about this, and was about to lead his coalition army north to destroy the Undercity once and for all, and cleanse the damned undead of the dead. ”

"Oh oh my God! it shouldn't have happened!"

"It's a disaster! Those who are forgotten must pay for it!"

......

All of a sudden, everyone in MI7 was clamoring to give these bastards stabbing in the back a little bit of color, not knowing that they had just missed the last chance to save Azeroth's fate.