The size of the island is not too large, and the expedition that took two days to land also searched the entire island. There are no large carnivores on the island, but rather insects. The island is indeed like a tropical fruit plantation, and Moon Shadow even has the idea of establishing a colony here. However, it is clear that the current mission is to go to the Lordaeron continent, and this idea can only be shelved.

The mission of the expedition was to find out if there was any danger on the island, and after the expedition was completed, the sailors who replenished the supplies landed on the island. Picking all kinds of ripe fruits into boxes and carrying them onto the boat, Moon Shadow is also busy. He collects the seeds of various useful plants on the island and grows them in his own inner space.

Sometimes Moon Shadow thinks it's a good hobby, although the interior space is not large. But it's completely under his control, he can control an area into a desert, and then turn the area next to it into a tropical climate. It can be said that the greatest growth in space in the past thousand years is that he can control it at will, just like a part of his body, and it can be said that he is the true god here.

After a week's stay, the battleship was loaded with fruit and fresh water. The Thousand Moon began to set sail again, but in fact, fresh water was the last thing they had to worry about. Any mage can condense the water vapor in the air into clear water, but the taste is naturally not as good as that of natural spring water.

A few days later, Moon Shadow felt the ocean currents begin to change violently. They all seemed to be gathering in one direction, and the Thousand Moon was also pulled towards that place by this force. He could naturally think of what force was pulling them through, and he could feel that he had countless relationships with the Well of Eternity. Even though it shattered, Moon Shadow could still feel the remnants of power at the bottom of the ocean. It wasn't long before the hull of the ship shook violently by the violent current, and the sailors suddenly woke up. They hurried onto the deck, and at this moment they were shocked. The huge whirlpool on the ocean in the distance looked like a beast ready to devour everything, waiting for them to automatically flow into its mouth.

Looking at this big whirlpool, no one will be shocked. Even Moon Shadow had seen the maelstrom and he knew it was time to do it, if he was pulled in. Don't even think about coming out of these warships. Deep in the maelstrom is the prison where the Ancient Gods were once imprisoned in the Deep Rock Continent, the abode of the Stone Mother Thrathane. Although she is the most peace-loving of all the Elemental Lords, note that being the most peace-loving of all the Elemental Lords does not mean that she does not like to fight. So Moon Shadow didn't plan to visit her.

Seeing that they were already very close to the maelstrom, the sailors on the battleship began to fear and despair, even Illidan and Darth Rema were all grim-faced. No one could fight against this force of nature, and Moon Shadow didn't dare to delay and start casting spells any longer. As Moon Shadow casts the spell, a gust of wind suddenly forms in the air, pushing the sails and moving the ship in the direction of the outside of the whirlpool.

The centripetal force generated by the matrospir is so strong that even though Moon Shadow is already a demigod, it still feels a little choking. The output of magic caused a little bead of sweat to ooze from his forehead, and it lasted for two hours before the Thousand Moon was out of the range of choosing me. But that centripetal force is still there, but it doesn't matter anymore, as long as the helmsman controls it well. The ship will move away quickly.

Moon Shadow wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, and felt a little palpitating.

"This is the maelstrom? It's horrible! Illidan didn't close his mouth for a long time, and he was still shocked.

"That's a sin committed by our upper elves!" Darth Lema sighed beside him.

"It's all in the past, and we shouldn't be holding on to the stock of history. What has happened is irreversible, what matters is the present and the future. We need to recognize the mistakes of the past and analyze why. And then in the direction that suits us. Moon Shadow patted Deslema on the shoulder as he watched the maelstrom sing.

The ship continued to sail, and half a year passed. But Lunaris still doesn't know how far they are from their destination, and no one can estimate the time of the blue bar in the game. However, both orcs and humans have crossed the endless sea without any charts or guidance, and their wrecked ships are no match for the fine-calibrated Thousand Moons. Moonshadow didn't think they could do what Cadore couldn't. Along the way, they do occasionally encounter small islands, but most of them are either reefs the size of a football field or bare active volcanoes.

In contrast, the island they encountered was the richest of the tropical fruits.

Finally, a few weeks later, the sailor in charge of the lookout reported that land could be seen in the distance to the east. It's not the islands, it's the real landmass.

As the ship docked, the crew disembarked one after another. Moon Shadow looked at the scenery on the land and couldn't help but feel familiar for a while. The Wild West, where Moon Shadow killed countless fishmen when he was a trumpet. And his ** hangs next to the Elwyn Forest, the Gnoll Camp that Hogg. At that time, he was only level 10 and didn't even have a protective suit, and Hogg, who had originally recommended a three-person team mission, brought him back to life.

In the end, it was a dark hunter who practiced skinning to pass by and help him complete this task, and even though thousands of years have passed, it is still fresh in his memory. After the Second Burning Legion invasion, the Wild West became a remote place bordering the Stormwind Kingdom but inhabited by humans who were not entirely under the control of the Alliance. Resentful people have seized the region right under the noses of the Alliance. This rich land was undeveloped after the Second World War, but fell into the hands of the Brotherhood of Defia

Stormwind claimed ownership of the land, but it had little time to care about the situation there, as the Alliance was preparing an expedition to Kalimdor, and would not waste resources and manpower on the bandit-infested wasteland. A handful of farmers still try to defend their land, and some even pay a portion of the annual tax to Stormwind, but most of them only make ends meet. The Brotherhood of Defia controls most of the area, concentrated in the southern part of the town of Moonstream. However, the former Earth Emperor Defia has been killed, and the Wild West is infested with homeless Stormwind refugees and orphans. Although it appears that Moonstream has been taken over by the Alliance, the remaining force of Defiya, Van Cleef's daughter, conspires her revenge plan ......, so the Death Mine replica appears.

The Wild West was once a place of pride for farmers and herders alike, but much of it is still undeveloped due to the raids of thieves. The abundance of weeds and ungrown trees indicates that this is a fertile land, and the sound of the howling wind seems to lament the wilderness.

Thieves and robbers are the toughest problem here, but the gnolls and the lazy harvesting golems make the tormented peasants even more panicked.

Now it is not called the Western Wilderness, it should be said that it can be called the Western Prairie. It's a stroke of luck to log here, as there are abundant copper and tin ore in the direction of the Death Mine to the south. It can also be used as a wharf by the sea, which is a good choice for fishing or trading with the opposite Essaryn by boat. Abundant pastures are a good choice for animal husbandry or for cultivation. The choice of the future Stormwind City is next to this, and it has a certain significance here.

However, there is one problem that needs to be solved, the energy of the World Tree does not radiate here right now. No matter how good the conditions are, this will have to be solved if it is to become a new province of Kadore. Or create an energy center similar to the Well of the Sun, like the High Elves who were once exiled.

However, even the Well of the Sun is still not comparable to the World Tree and the Well of Eternity, and the elves who live here will still age quickly. Without human reproduction, there would be no eternal life. This race is absolutely going to die.

Recommend the collection, thank you. Some of them are calvin, always panicked, and they type out a bunch of typos at every turn