Mortals generally only see the surface of things, so they tend to be blind.

Peace has once again come to the land of Lordaeron, but its people feel that it is a false peace, a peace imposed on them by the power of the Horde.

"We're going to fight back one day!" may be the sentiment of the people of Lordaeron at this time.

"Ridiculous!" Izzy could feel the voice, but he didn't care, it could be said that the strong man was at ease, or it could be said that it was not important.

Izzy's goal at this time was only the peace and stability of his own people, and he was sure that everything he did would also bring peace to the world, so he didn't care what the blind and ignorant thought.

Without power, the will cannot be realized, and this may be the truth of the world.

Izzy stared at the docks that were taking shape on the Whispering Coast, full of fighting spirit for the future, and fate seemed to be responding to his will, so that what he hoped for would be fulfilled as he wished.

"Great Chief, a fleet has appeared in the southwest, it's a steel giant!

Hearing this, Izzy laughed, this fleet should be enough to gain a foothold here, and the next time it will be the imposing expeditionary force soldiers.

"Send a signal to that fleet, wait for a response, and let them dock at the docks. ”

Red signal lights soared across the night sky, and green lights suddenly appeared, responding to a simple code that only they knew.

Izzy breathed a sigh of relief as the Iron Fleet slowly sailed into the newly built dock outside the outpost.

Izzy immediately set off to meet him, but the night breeze on the dock was cold, but Izzy felt his heart warm and happy, until he saw an orc with a sad and angry face.

The despair and fury in the orc's eyes were as conspicuous as the stars in the night, and Izzy's heart cooled, and he suddenly realized that fate had never responded to his will, and that it might have just played a joke on himself, a very bad joke.

Ten days forward in time, the western part of the eastern continent, the distant continent of Kalimdor.

Durotan looked at the new city rising from the ground with pride.

"Durotan, you look so stupid when you laugh, come back quickly, don't be embarrassed outside. ”

Drakka's voice reached Durontan's ears, and Durontan immediately turned and entered the tent, just like every male mortal who has just become a father, obedient to his hard-working wife.

"Do you want to hug our son? He's so lively, I want to beat him. ”

Draka asked, but he directly gave the Guyirs to Durotan in his hand, and it was really tiring to take these two lively little ancestors.

Durotan took his son, put it in the palm of his hand, grinned and teased the child, and after a long time, he suddenly spoke:

"Oh, I don't want to leave you for a minute. ”

"What's wrong? Drakar immediately asked with some nervousness, and Durotan waved his other hand and replied:

"It's nothing, I just think that this matter can be over, I have to go back to the Eastern Continent to report the good news here to the Great Chief, and by the way, bring a group of highly skilled craftsmen to help us. ”

Drakar looked reproachful, as if to say that Durotan was talking nonsense, what kind of person was scared?, but such a look was fleeting, and then turned to seriousness.

"You want to leave us here and go back on your own?"

When Durotan heard Drakar's tone, he suddenly felt bad, and hurriedly grabbed one of Drakar's hands with a "strong desire to survive", and said:

"Yes, I do hope so, but to be honest, I'm a little hesitant, and I don't know if it's safe here, or if it's safe in our new city. ”

Drakar smiled, squeezed Durontan's hand, and said, "Silly big man, no matter where we are in this world, we are not completely safe, but if we get together, we can at least face danger together." ”

Durotan stared into Drakar's eyes and nodded heartstrings.

Early the next morning, Durotan's steel ship and ten frigates set out on their way back to the eastern continent, and they arrived at the island of Kozan without incident, and sailed in the calm sea in the direction of the new city of the tribe, until the inevitable accident struck suddenly.

"Rear Admiral Drake, we've spotted a tribal fleet with one of those newly discovered steel megaships and ten frigates. ”

Drake Proudmoore's first mate reported this discovery to it, and Drake thought for a moment, and was ready not to provoke him, but at this moment, his new female mage friend suddenly patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Drake, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, as long as you can capture this giant ship, you will be able to obtain the Horde's giant ship technology, and make your Kul Tiras the strongest kingdom to dominate the seas once again. ”

Drake listened with a hint of emotion, but he still spoke, "But Miss Farina, if this matter is exposed, it will bring the wrath of the tribe to Kul Tiras!"

"Hah!" said Miss Farina, sneering, stretching out her hands:

"You should know what will happen to them without supplies and ships in this vast sea, and whoever achieves great things must be ruthless, Drake Prodmore, do you remember your father's expression when he heard that the tribe had a steel ship?"

"You Kul Tiras are only strong because you control the sea, but the tribe has taken away the rights that belong to you from you, are you so willing to give up the sea that belongs to you?"

Farina's voice was filled with demagogic magic, and the words were like a poison sealed in the throat by blood, giving birth to the most terrible emotion in an instant, called greed.

Drake Pradmoore's expression gradually became hideous, and a greedy whisper blurted out of his mouth:

"Yes, our fleet far outnumbered them, as long as we can take down that steel giant ship and master that great power, we can become the supremacy of the sea again!"

"Pass my order!The fleet is dispersed, ready to attack that tribal fleet!!"

The corners of Miss Farina's mouth turned up slightly, and the magic crystal ball she held in her hand recorded everything that happened here, and this crystal ball will turn into a fire of hatred, igniting a raging war and burning the "shields" of these Scourge Legions!"