Theramo and Quel'Salas, with successive tsunamis and localized earthquakes, also occurred in these two coastal areas.

The exact extent of their damage was not very serious, but the mages on both sides were all exhausted and exhausted, and all their mana was drained by their huge runestone magic defense system.

These runestones are placed in the harbor docks and along the coastline, a continuous arcane wall that firmly protects the inland lands from the tsunami.

There are also drawbacks, mages must always deliver mana to maintain the normal operation of the entire defense system.

As for the port wharves that were instantly torn into ruins by the tsunami because of the suddenness of the incident, as well as the ships docked there, there is no choice but to admit it.

But these two coastal areas can already snicker, because there are people who are worse than them.

Durontar region.

The orc buddies looked at the Thunder Valley that was completely flooded by the sea, and wanted to cry without tears.

"Look, Thunder Lizards, their carcasses are coming up, haha, we can fish them up and roast them. ”

A heartless orc brother pointed to the Thunder Valley below, where several drowned Thunder Lizards were floating on the water at the moment.

The entire area of Durotar was cut off by the tsunami, and the rushing sea went all the way to the west, and the barren land was also severely affected at the moment, and the whole tribe is currently busy fighting the flood relief.

In particular, the port terminal of Orgrimmar has completely disappeared at this moment, leaving only a large piece of garbage floating on the sea.

In Orgrimmar, the banks of the Rusty Water Chaebol are crowded with people at the moment, the goblins have no time to calculate the losses of their group, and the agitated merchants and captains are clamoring for insurance compensation.

The goblins hated Deathwing, and if it weren't for the two mad dragons fighting around, their own insurance business wouldn't have come in handy so quickly.

Now it's okay, I'm going to spit out all the money I've earned.

But there are people who are more sad than the goblins, who rely on their good skills, so they don't buy insurance, and they are grief-stricken at the moment.

"My boars, ahhhhh

A wild boar farmer who has suffered serious losses due to natural disasters has a sad face in various media interviews, his farm is as clean and empty as water at the moment, and hundreds of wild boars are estimated to be playing torrents in the depths of the endless sea.

With an embarrassed face, King Sarufar pulled Durotan out of the circle of reporters.

"Old chief, don't be too sad, the tribe will make up for the lost wild boars, so try to cheer up the people in front of the media and raise the mood for flood relief. ”

Well, the Tribe is now in the midst of a high-level power succession, and the Grand Chief of Thrall will not be officially abdicating so soon, but the current situation forces him, the guardian of the earth of the world of Azeroth, to take on the corresponding responsibilities.

Thrall will lead a neutral group of Shamans and Druids to the Maelstrom in the middle of the Endless Sea to pacify the source of the raging tsunami.

They are the Ring of the Earth, with Thrall at their core, and they will do their best to assist Thrall so that he can be recognized by the Earth as his official successor as Guardian.

Now is the time for the tsunami and various localized earthquakes to continue one after another, and although it is not a major disaster, it will still have a lot of impact, and it must be stopped as soon as possible.

So Thrall will take on this heavy responsibility, and the day when he will leave Orgrimmar, the core of the tribe's power, is imminent.

The Horde's good neighbors, the Night Empire, don't have time to take care of the mess outside at the moment, because they don't have much clean inside.

The Night Elves and the High Elves are almost furious as they clean up their cities.

In addition, due to regional changes, a large section of the Great Wall of Night has directly turned into a useless internal hinterland building, and the elves have to divide their hands to demolish and rebuild them.

"The stars think they only deserve to eat! yes, that's what I'm going to say!"

The headlines of the Empire's major media in recent days have been this sentence by the Archmage Aitaeus, using this short sentence to express his dissatisfaction with his fellow elves in another timeline.

Oh, and the sudden extra sword of domination in the Black Coast region has been forcibly dismantled by the upper elf construction team, and the sword has been transported back to Surama along with the body of the faceless man who was stabbed to death.

For these strange things, the elven refugees from the established timeline of fate are extremely familiar and have a special sense of intimacy.

Therefore, according to the people's request, the upper elves tossed and buried the body of the faceless man again, and easily inserted the petrified giant sword into it, as a special scenic landmark.

The will of the people cannot be violated, how can you love it.

Eastern Kingdom Continent, Twilight Forest Region.

Madean looked at the familiar cabin in front of him, but with a slightly different detail.

The retreat is empty, and it seems that Merry Winterwind in this strange timeline has something else to do?

Mai Dean stiffened suddenly, then slowly turned around and looked at the two newcomers who suddenly appeared behind him, their eyes glaring.

"Merry!ah, thank God ... Forehead... Father?"

Medivan, who was beside Merry, was stunned when she heard this, "I warn you, strange outsider, I'm still a golden bachelor now, don't try to forcibly admit your relatives, I have nothing to do with you." ”

"Expose your features, strangers, our timeline, our world, outsiders are not welcome right now. ”

Merry stared at Madean, who had his head completely hidden in his hood in front of him, always on guard, ready to attack.

Madean nodded, and slowly pulled the hood down, revealing his face.

Merry was stunned for a moment, then looked at Medivan, then at Mad'an, and then at Medivan.

"Hey, it's really your son, look at how much that face looks like you, not bad Medivan... Tsk tsk. ”

Medivan was annoyed, "Fart, it has nothing to do with me! He's another my son! He's him, I'm me!"

"My name is Mad'an, the son of Medivan and Garona, and I assure you that I have no ill intentions, I wonder if we should go find a quiet place to sit down and explain it to you in detail? By the way, is Karazhan still in control of this timeline? I'm not sure about the current history of your timeline. ”

Merry nodded, "Come with us." ”

Medivan was out of the world, trying to digest the information.

"I... Garona: Am I crazy?"

yes, Garona's half-breed chick is pretty good, but isn't she fucking with that old thing in Lothar, how did she get into it?

Ahem, the word is inappropriate, anyway, that's what it means, just comprehend it.