Be careful, be careful, daughter of the sea.

You hear her shouting.

The sea breeze lifted the heartbreaking words, went with the wind, and sank to the bottom of the sea.

Snowmelt waves, in Kalimdor, sailors fight for whom.

Why, why, daughter of the sea.

Why, you have forgotten yesterday?

Our glory exists because of you.

Why, never to return.

The sorrow buried deep in the sea, the sin of betrayal by the family, turned into a cry of despair for their compatriots.

Beware of the daughter of the sea.

Jingle bells...

The necklace in the shape of an anchor resounded in the sea breeze, as if enchanted, and resounded across the surface of the sea.

Gianna was a rare example of not wearing her blue-and-white mage robes, but instead wore a dark trench coat and boots that were characteristic of Kurtilas, and a captain's hat studded with feathers to hide her long blond hair.

Standing at the bow of the ship, facing the breeze of the endless sea, the mage looked out at the land in the distance.

It's her hometown, where it all begins and ends.

"All on alert! Prepare for battle! The gate of Dailin has been sealed off militarily and is under attack!"

The huge fleet suddenly became noisy, the sailors of various departments were busy running on the deck, the cannon armor was also lifted one by one, and a group of griffin heralds quickly rose into the air to convey orders to the various departments of the fleet.

Gianna still looked calm, still standing at the bow of the ship, looking out at the towering and majestic Gate of Dalin in the distance.

The fortress, which was stuck on the main waterway, was the sea gateway to Kurtiras, and once it was breached, the road to the capital port of Bullaras would be unimpeded.

Jingle bells...

Listen, listen, that familiar voice, the sound pierces my heart.

Be careful, be careful, daughter of the sea.

This war can only be won and not lost, and the eyes of the whole world are on Kurtiras.

Won, Gianna is a war messenger, returns to her homeland, reunites with her mother, and with the support of the Alliance, there is no problem in taking over the road to admiral.

Lost, the ashes rolled back to Theramore, and the Ashvan family was as stable as Mount Tai, continuing to exaggerate the public opinion that Gianna was a traitor to the state, and the alliance was disgraced.

At the top of the flagship mast of the Combined Fleet, a male member of the Ashvan family was tied to it like a broken flag, and his long red trench coat was tattered and fluttering in the wind, and the anchor-shaped symbol was carved bloodily on his forehead.

This was the idea of the former Guardian Egwene, and the message was very clear: if you don't surrender, you perish.

The morale of the sailors of Theramore and the Alliance is high, and they are fighting high and ready for this upcoming first battle.

On the other hand, in Kurtiras, except for the Ashvan family and the overturned Admiral Catherine, who were more angry, the other lords did not seem to care much about the attack on their country.

In particular, Lord Stoxon in the Stoxon Valley, he did not respond to the call for war, but remained indestructive, and his fleet was still shrunk in the port of the Storm Temple in the Stoxon Valley.

Lord Vikres, the lord of the Druswa region, was a little ambiguous, and he seemed to be more inclined to trust Gianna than the Ashvan family.

However, the Drusva region has recently had its own internal activities, with a budding organization called the Witches' Guild, which wields a mysterious dark purple power that Lord and his wife are obsessed with.

The Witch Society is extremely repulsive to the Ashvans, so this has also caused the Vikris family to centrifuge from the central power, and if Gianna can really invade the country of Kurtilas, it is still unknown who the Drusva region will fight for.

War has always been in pairs in the world of Azeroth, with the war clouds of Kurtilas and their good neighbor Zandalar not at peace.

The old tribesmen did not do nothing except eat melons and watch the show, and they also launched a new round of military operations to support their new allies.

Woo~~~Woo~~~

The low, heavy sound of a horn echoed across the calm sea.

A massive scarlet fleet is heading towards Zandalar Island, and the Horde's army has been invited by the Zendalar god king Rastaha to fully settle on the island.

There is no way, the Zandalar trolls themselves can't deal with all kinds of unstable factors in the country, and there are wars everywhere, which have caused great damage to the stability of the country.

So, now it's the turn of the tribesmen to make their debut.

Not only that, but the Horde army also has another important mission: to exterminate the Titan creations and Blood Cultists on the periphery of Odil, and pave the way for the attack on Odile in advance.

At this moment, the whole territory of Zandalar can be regarded as welcoming the king.

Everyone is not stupid, everyone is smarter than anyone else, as long as they pay attention to current affairs, they all know in their hearts what kind of behemoth the tribe is.

You can go against the declining Zandalar royal family, do this and that in the surrounding area, play a little rebellious, anyway, Zandalar has internal and external troubles, and has no leisure to care.

But the tribe is different, the people have not yet arrived, and the rules have arrived in advance.

To summarize simply: stay honest with me, obey the rule of the Zandalar royal family, appeal peacefully if you have opinions, and don't step on your horse and grab your weapon to do it.

Oh, that's what King Sarufar meant, see for yourselves, and now the orc Overseer is sailing to Zandalara.

The god king Rastaha was happy, he was busy pulling out the list now, and he looked left and right with his head up, and asked who still wanted to blow up the thorns, and properly recorded your name.

With the successful landing of the first Orc Wolf Cavalry and the Ogre Hoplite Vanguard, and immediately heading to the Wharton area, they grabbed their weapons and beat the dishonest Akunda cultists.

And then... Well, then the various noble Akundas were honest, stopped blowing up the thorns, stopped bragging, and began to obey the official orders from Zudasa.

When King Sarufar came ashore, he found himself inexplicably given a glorious title: the invincible Akunda.

Wait, what is this?

Dig deeper ... Well, King Sarufar immediately regretted that he had done so, and he should not have delved into it.

Closer to the point, the cultists of the Akunda Cult have been transformed into the Leader Party, providing high-quality Leader Service to the Tribe's peacekeepers.

The snake people in the Wharton area were beaten into dogs, and the fox people liked to hear about it, and they deserved the bad things of the snake people.

The Foxes, the indigenous race of the Zandalar region, have also become the only special autonomous race, allowing them to exist independently without having to submit to the rule of the Zandalar royal family, while also establishing informal diplomatic relations with the scattered foxes.

For potential franchise races, the tribe has always held a policy of softness, not too much persecution, preferential treatment and friendly coexistence.

The fox people don't have any ill feelings towards the tribe, but their lives are difficult, so they are more vigilant, so they choose to continue to wait and see and do not join the tribe.

Also, the orc race, how can they have so many colors?

The foxes began to take a closer look at Big Brother Orc.

Frostwolf Clan, Blackstone Clan, Fireblade Clan, Thunder King Clan, Maghan Clan, Storm Marauder Clan... Brown, green, black, gray, red, cyan...

The world of Draenor is truly amazing.