The midday sun reflects a little light on the sea, and the sea breeze blows like countless glowing fish shuttling back and forth below the surface. White seabirds, with clear calls, flew around the bow and masts.

Roland leaned against the side of the ship, looking at the Windranger Tower farther and farther away on the edge of the cliff, feeling the deck swaying above the waves, and a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.

"How does it feel?" The elven mage beside him sent a concerned greeting, and instead of carrying the staff necessary for the mage, he tied an enchanted long sword around his waist, "I was dizzy for several days when I first took the ship. ”

"No problem at all", I don't know if it was because the Holy Light strengthened his resistance, or because of the increased physique that absorbed the life essence, Roland stood firmly on the shaking deck, and did not react to seasickness at all.

They were on cargo ships belonging to the Windranger family, and most of them were loaded with high-end goods destined for the Human Kingdom, such as enchanted equipment, alchemical products, and various handicrafts. The handicrafts of the High Elves have always been exquisite and luxurious, and the enchanted equipment is even more beautiful and practical, and it is very popular with the nobles in human society.

"I've been thinking about a question since the fight was over. If the Advent's prophecy comes true and millions of undead undead attack Quel'Thalas, will Queldore be able to withstand their forces? ”

"Since some of the Amani troll elites were able to defeat Taquirin, what about the legendary army of the immortal?" Passaren held the side of the ship with both hands, letting the sea breeze ruffle his blonde hair, and a hint of melancholy on his tired face.

"We have too few warriors", Roland shook his head slightly, although he clearly knew that the High Elves in history would be almost wiped out because of the fall of the Scourge Legion, but in front of the elven mage with two dark circles, he really couldn't speak.

"Our immediate priority is to resolve the question of whether there will be an orc invasion, and as for the so-called undead scourge, we have enough time to prepare."

As far as he knew, Passaren's mission was to go to the Stormwind Kingdom to investigate the orcs and determine whether the Advent's prophecy was true or false, but as the young man had gained powers similar to those of a paladin, the young elven mage had begun to think that the Adventist was telling the truth.

Hopefully it's still too late. The young man added in his heart, and then said to the melancholy mage, "I believe that the Light will show us the way forward. ”

"But at sea, all we can believe in is ourselves and the sea."

A high-pitched voice rang out on the deck, and the young man turned his head to see the captain of the ship, Mrs. Kellysendra, approaching the wind not far from him, with her fiery red curly hair. She wore a red tweed coat and tight linen trousers that framed her seductive curves, and the captain's saber hanging from her waist gave her a hint of wildness in her femininity.

Roland's mind flashed back to Sylvanas's description of the captain, who looked young, but as the captain of the cargo ship, the Three Sisters, Lady Kellysendra had sailed for hundreds of years, not only to the southernmost treasure bay of the continent, but also to the maelstrom and to do business with the Minotaurs of Kalimdor.

"Years of life at sea have taught me that no power can be greater than nature." As a veteran seafarer, Kelly Sendra has an indescribable reverence for the ocean, which represents nature.

"It is said that you have been to the open sea? Ever been to Kalimdor? Roland was interested in the captain's experience.

"Ratchet City, a city built by goblins, in the Barrens," Captain Kellysendra gave a look of remembrance, and then shook his head in fear, apparently remembering something bad.

"It's a crazy continent, boars and centaurs are wreaking havoc in the barrens, centaurs and minotaurs are at war in the Wraith Lands, and the coastline is full of South Sea pirates shuttling around, and you're guaranteed to go once and not want to go a second time."

Naturally, she didn't mention the Night Elves who inhabited the northern part of Kalimdor. Even though thousands of years have passed, even if time has diluted the hatred, the High Elves are still strangers to these distant relatives, and will never deal with them. Similarly, the Night Elves are disgusted by these "exiles" who use arcane energy, and will never have a single conversation unless necessary.

As a long-time navigator, Captain Kelly Sendra has seen a wide range of things, and she can tell a thing or two about the climate and specialties of various places, and even the current social situation.

For example, a large number of Lordaeron Kingdom Descenders were punished as coolies for the crime of "slandering the prince", Illusia Barov, the eldest daughter of Count Barov's family, became the second disciple of Archbishop Alonsos Fao, and Archbishop Alonthos Fao will perform the first baptism of paladins in the chapel of Stratholm in half a month later on some of the selected nobles and warriors.

"Passaren, you're really not going to come with me to see the baptism of the paladins?" Glancing at the slender back of Captain Kelly Sendra leaving, Roland turned his head and asked.

"No, I'm going to take a ship to Kurlatis directly at the docks in Stratholme, and from there I'm going to take a boat to the Stormwind Kingdom." The High Elf mage shook his head, obviously not very interested in paladins or anything, which is also a normal behavior of a mage. After all, in the eyes of the Master, the act of rushing to the enemy with a weapon to greet the other party is too low!

"And according to Captain Lisendra, the invitees are all young nobles and famous warriors from human society, and I don't think we'll have a chance to go and watch the ceremony."

In addition, what he did not say was that on the southern coast, he had a special secret mission. Thinking of what the teacher had told him, Passaren felt that the burden on his shoulders was about to crush him.

The young mage looked to the north, and in addition to the blue sea and blue sky, he could only see the cliffs on the shore. Hoping that the teacher will be able to successfully complete the transformation experiment, Passarein whispered a prayer in his heart. However, at the same time, he also had another concern: if the teacher did do it, would we still have a place in Quel'Thalas?

As soon as he thought of this, his ears seemed to ring the oath he had made when he joined the Silver Moon Spell Society: "We make an oath in the name of Queldore, whether it is misunderstood or not, even if we sacrifice everything we have, everything we do must be for the continuation and rise of Queldore!" ”

For the sake of Queldore, the young mage secretly strengthened his determination in his heart.

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