When turning from the Broken Isles.

The first thing Tornatyu's fleet encountered were refugees, many, many refugees.

"They said they escaped from the Wharton Desert."

On the Sand Walker.

The leaders of this expeditionary force are now basically gathered on the flagship.

Kzra was sent out by Tonathiu to inquire about the various large and small boats that came out of the direction of Zandala and communicate with them.

As a result, it was learned that the combined forces of orcs and blood trolls not only went all the way south, but also many went north from Nazmir into the Wharton Desert to attack the native races in the desert.

Located in the northwest of Zandala, Wharton is a vast and unforgiving land.

Bordered by Nazmir to the east and Zandalar to the south, it is a land of gravel hills, saline plains and rocky terrain.

This is somewhat similar to Tanaris, but the material and output are significantly more abundant than Tanaris.

At the very least, there are many more creatures living and living here than in Tanaris.

Snake people, fox people, Zandalar trolls, and even some humans can live here for a long time.

In such a dry area, there are even turtle people by the sea.

Same as Tanaris.

This vast desert was once a jungle full of life and vitality, but the war between the Yaki Empire and the Troll Empire destroyed it.

After the first time the heavens and the earth collapsed, the continent of Ancient Kalimdor collapsed, and the Zandala Mountains became islands along with the torn land.

Gradually, the Zendalar trolls capture the criminals in the Wharton Desert and leave them to fend for themselves.

In fact, most of the trolls are not spared, and a few of the Zandalar trolls survive and become more tenacious.

Without the invasion of external forces, the Wharton Desert would probably have maintained this cruel disorder for tens of thousands of years.

The invasion of orcs and blood trolls has changed that. The Snake Empire bore the brunt of the attack, and the three Snake Guardians, who were increasingly separated, had to be reunited under this great pressure.

Sursis, Warwick, and Cortek have teamed up once again to fight the Blood Trolls and Orc Alliances as they have fought against Mithrax in the past.

Unfortunately, this time they no longer had a merciful Loa god willing to sacrifice to save them.

The Serpent Empire's armies are locked in a bitter battle, and the region's less powerful Zandalar trolls and foxmen, Archaeopteryx turtles, and a small group of humans begin to evacuate the desert.

Those green-skinned monsters are rumored to be as bloodthirsty and cruel as the blood trolls, but they are more powerful and terrifying.

The reputation of blood trolls on Zendarar Island can be imagined, and the orcs hook up with them, not to mention that they are already bloodthirsty and cruel when they are now controlled by demons.

Even if they were good people, they were implicated in the bad reputation of the blood trolls.

Zandalara's Overseers stationed at Wharton, and the Zakazer Overseers also claim that orcs and blood trolls invaded Wharton to kill all creatures in the desert.

The Governor claimed that the best option for those who did not want to die was to leave here, and that the Governor's Mansion of Zandarrawharton would do what it could to help.

Refugees began to flee the Wharton Desert. Most of them were trolls and foxes, as well as a small number of Ancestral Turtles.

The Troll Empire Expeditionary Force encountered this group of refugees was the first to flee.

"Why don't they go to Zudasa?" Tonathiu asked Kezra.

The best place to get out of the Wharton Desert is Zudasa. The intelligent creatures of the entire Zandalar Island, plus the blood trolls, have the same yearning and affection for life in the Dasaro region.

It's almost the same as the sheep dog on the earth, yearning to go abroad to breathe the oil and cook the air.

"The Orcs and Blood Trolls are also attacking Zudasa, and they are attacking Zudasa more than 10 times as hard as they are attacking the Wharton Desert." Kezra explained.

"The refugees are worried that it will be more unsafe to go to Zudasa. Overseer Zachadze said that it might be possible to temporarily flee to the coast of the Broken Isles and wait for later rescue. ”

Tonatiu listened, and looked silently at the many small ships that hoped to follow the fleet.

There is some hope for these boats to get from Zandalar to the Broken Isles, but it will be almost harder to get them across the ocean than it will be to the sky.

"Has the situation come to this point?" Tonatiu groaned.

None of the people present could answer his question.

"Everyone."

Suddenly, a petite Cadore sentry behind Santis Hazuki pointed to the sky, and she opened her mouth crisply.

"Look at the heavens. Look at the bird, it's not supposed to be there. But it's been there for a long time. ”

The crowd followed the direction she was pointing and looked up at the sky. Sure enough, there was a big black bird there, hanging and staying.

In front of the elven girl who spoke, Santis Hazuki's eyes, which were originally slightly dimmed during the day, suddenly radiated light.

"That's right. That's not a bird. It could be a mage, or some kind of spellcaster that we don't know. ”

Santis Hazuki, who had used some kind of long-distance observation of divine magic, said firmly.

Tonatiu also looked at the sky.

Unfortunately, his vision was not as good as that of Cadore, and he could see a black bird in the sky.

It's so far away that you can't even see what it looks like.

"How about teaching it a lesson?"

Tonatiu suddenly said with a sense of urgency.

"It flies too high. It's daytime again, and I can't hit it. Santis Hazuki said very simply.

"Let me try!"

Tonatiu pressed his big hand directly on the deck, grabbed a piece of wood from the wooden deck, and aimed at the unknown bird in the sky.

"You want to attack it with this? It's so far away, and the wood has no attack power......" Santis said the petite elf girl incredulously.

"Give it a try." Tonatiu smiled at her, and according to the system's ability assessment, her name was:

[Astaria Deer Helm: Level 14 Druid, Weak, Normal]

It turned out to be not a sentinel, but a druid.

Tonatiu didn't think much of it, and the power of faith began to pour into the wood in his hand, and the ordinary piece of wood actually began to glow.

After spending some more faith and letting the system help aim at the target, Tonatiu shouted a sentence in Chinese:

"Walk you!"

Imbued with mysterious wood, it turned into a daylight meteor and blasted towards its target with a flaming tail.

Regardless of the materialistic aura, the ranged throw attack with the enhanced power of faith is the strongest single attack of Tonatiu.

Peng!

The big black bird in the sky, as if he didn't expect Tonatiu's attack to come so quickly, before it even started to dodge, the long-range attack blessed by divine power had already bombarded its body.

A bunch of bird feathers flew around.

A burst of light shone brightly.

Wait until the air calms down.

The figure of the Great Blackbird vanished.

Only a few feathers remained.