Question: Why is ocean trade still thriving with teleportation spells?

Answer: Because of money!

Teleportation spells, teleportation array spells, portal spells, you name it, with the word teleportation, and even the associated teleportation, sound transmission, this series of spells.

It's all unreliable.

Stable and reliable spell casting costs are too high.

The safety factor of simple and fast is too low.

Easy to interfere, easy to intercept, misleading, and accidental, the teleportation series of spells has such and such problems under the glossy appearance.

At the end of the day, it's the lack of human technology.

Under the current technical conditions, the point-to-point transmission between the mage towers is reliable, but the capacity is limited.

Although Carlos had played the bridge section on the Aoshan Mountain on a snowy night, the older he got and the less courage he became. Although Mrs. Morgan also belongs to the human camp, Carlos really didn't have the courage to go alone.

So a boatload of people, more than 200 brothers, drifted on the sea for more than ten days, and finally saw the port of Minahir from a distance.

Comrade Lothar is still arguing with the other bigwigs of the Alliance. The battleship is not a transport ship, relying on Dahlin alone. Prodmore's fleet wanted to transport the Union army to the wetlands, but it was already crowded, and the pressure on logistics was too great. Comrade Admiral, for the sake of the alliance, his son died, the fleet was crippled, and the eight eighty-eight fleets and the orcs fought together to form six six-six fleets, and now you want others to requisition merchant ships from Kurtiras to transport troops and food, this is inhuman and unscientific.

Therefore, the alliance families coordinated with each other, and it took a month to requisition the ship.

So, Carlos, who originally wanted to go back to Aucklake, turned around and went straight west, taking a boat south to Minahill Harbor, and came on a trip.

Minahill Harbour at night, except for the guiding lights of the lighthouse. There was no other light, like a dead city. At the height of the war, the orcs naturally did not forget the port of Minahir, the last bastion of humanity in the wetlands.

From the road, sea, and sky, the orcs launched various offensives against the port of Minahir. However, as the last link between Ironforge and the outside world, the dwarves realized the importance of Minethil Harbor and sent a large number of Mountain Rangers to fill Minethil Harbor to help the Alliance defend the port city.

That's it. Even after Orgrim's defeat at Hillbride, the Bone Eaters and Dragonmaw Clans in charge of the Wetlands Raiders did not take Minethil Harbor.

Approaching the shore at night, the chief guard took the paperwork and went to negotiate with the garrison officer of Minethil Harbor, and the others disembarked in an orderly manner to prepare for the escort work, Carlos wore a black cloak, standing on the deck and savoring the night of Minethil Harbor.

Azeroth is so fascinating that even war can't destroy the yearning for a better life.

On another ship, about seventy meters away, it could be the first mate or the night watchman. Playing and singing unknown poems on the shamisen, although the tune is not good, the poems themselves are very tasteful, so that Carlos can't help but listen attentively.

In the vast dark night, two lonely boats, passing by each other, the bagpipes whistled for a long time, and they could see a vague shape, but after a while, only the shadow was far away. Life is like this vast ocean, you and my ship will meet unexpectedly. Each other is only a shallow appearance and sound, and then retreat into darkness and silence.

When the second stanza was repeated, the chief guard returned to the docks and told Carlos that the formalities were in order. So, the soldiers of Alterac hurried in the name of the 101st Regiment Special Investigation Team and hurried away.

A long voyage. It was exhausting, but the veterans of the Guards Corps were content with a solid feeling of being on the ground.

According to the agreement, Mrs. Morgan would send someone to lead the way, and Carlos would bypass the orc forces from the hidden mountain path behind the dwarves' hoop excavation site and head south in the mountains. Arrive at Mrs. Morgan's base.

But Carlos didn't like the feeling of being led by the nose, and he decided to go and see the situation first, and if it didn't work, he could return to Minasil Port, reveal his identity, and go to Ironforge first.

The environment of wetlands is not very friendly to humans. Dirt roads, damp and cold air, fishmen, swamp creatures, and now orcs.

Lined up in a vigilant formation, Carlos and his party marched quietly.

The blue-gills fishmen that thrive in the wetlands look curiously at the human team in the night, and the huge disparity in numbers makes the fishmen with basic intelligence choose to wait and see rather than act rashly. But swamp lurkers who follow their hunting instincts are not so smart. A hungry swamp lurker tries to use his tentacles to drag a human near a waterhole into the water for a feast, only to be torn apart by several bursting arrows.

"It's such a hellish place, and it's definitely not a good experience to breathe in such a cold and damp mist."

Carlos admits that he made a mistake in his decision-making, he underestimated the power of nature, compared to the poor geographical environment, what fishmen, swamp creatures, and even orcs are not worth mentioning at all, and the cold mist with a fishy smell seems to be able to freeze through people's lungs, which is a real pain to breathe.

"Chief Guard, how far have we come?"

Carlos asked.

"Your Majesty, you can already see the low bushes, and you should be able to get close to the mountains after dawn."

The chief of the guard replied cautiously.

"Let the brothers hold on and rest after dawn."

"No problem, Your Majesty...... Your Excellency, you've been lazy on the ship, and it's nothing to walk this way. ”

Nodding his head and not talking again, it was not a good idea to rest in the muddy swamp, Carlos took the reins from the soldier's hand and led the horse himself, so that the soldier did not know what he had done wrong, and looked innocently at the chief of the guard.

Eyeless rammer...... The chief guard nudged him angrily and followed Carlos's footsteps.

It wasn't until noon that the fog lifted, and Carlos and his party reached the edge of the swamp, where the apparent change in vegetation and hardening of the ground made the human soldiers happy.

"Your Majesty, I have found the main road, and there is a suitable campsite in the north, but there is a small group of monsters with wolf heads, which are taller and stronger than the kobolds, are entrenched there, and the sentinels do not dare to venture deep."

The damp-soaked black cloak emitted white smoke in the sun's rays, and Carlos's first reaction was confusion, and the second reaction was confusion.

The gnolls went north at this point?

As a demonic creature, the Gnolls are neither native inhabitants of the wetlands nor natives of the Elwyn Forest. No one can say exactly when the gnolls began to spread, but when the alliance and the tribe were stumbling, this strange creature quietly came to the Eastern Kingdom.

Carlos originally thought that more things were better than less, and that he would have to walk a little longer to find a campsite.

But soon, the humiliation and fear of being dominated by Master Hogg made Carlos nameless on fire.

"Order, all the troops are armoured, let's talk to them."

Carlos has decided to kill. (To be continued.) )

PS: I didn't get home until midnight, and it was a natural disaster.