Eastern Kingdom Continent, Eastern Plaguelands, Hand of Tyr Fortress, Coastal Ports.

The Tribal Expeditionary Force sailed out of port on its own ship and returned to the continent of Kalimdor.

Speaking of orc ships, because of the influence of the rough style of the orc brothers, although they got the full set of skills to build sea ships from the night elves, the big ships they built are still like a large garbage heap floating on the sea, and there is no beauty at all.

And most importantly, the orc buddies don't like to use arcane power crystals, only the cheap, and easy-to-operate coal-fired steam power units.

So, the Silver Dawn people, who were in charge of seeing them off, watched helplessly as the tribe's fleet slowly left the harbor, and a huge round chimney stood at the tail of each ship, which was constantly spewing out dark billowing smoke at the moment.

If you look at it from a distance, those who know it are fine, but those who don't think that a large amount of garbage is floating on the surface of the sea and is on fire.

"They can't make the boat look good, practical is practical, but it can't be so... Well... Unrestrained, huh?"

Bridget looked confused, the orc ship was the ugliest shape she had ever seen in her life, there was no one, it was simply ugly to a new height, once she accepted this setting, it seemed to be a little wild.

In this comparison, even the goblins' iron-clad boats instantly look much better.

The minotaur buddies who returned with the ship were all wailing, and the billowing black smoke made them unable to even see their totem poles.

After you go back, you must report to the Great Chief of Thrall, so that the orc craftsmen can improve their aesthetics, and don't want to lose their faces for the sake of practicality.

No matter how bad it is, you can let the goblin engineer of the Rusty Water Chaebol come to find a shipbuilder, it's better than the current bird.

The Alliance Expeditionary Force was prepared to stay longer, and the Grand Duke of Bowal wanted to negotiate a follow-up cooperation with Bridget Abydis.

Now that the relationship between the Dawn Knight and the Paladins has finally reached a breakthrough point, Berval does not want to waste this opportunity in vain, especially when this kind of High Elf withdraws from the alliance and the alliance has a complete power gap in the north of the continent.

New allies must be cultivated, and the Alliance's forces must not be allowed to withdraw from the region.

Speaking of the High Elves withdrawing from the alliance, for what happened recently, the alliance is also gloating, let you skin, let you do, now it's okay, let's suffer!

Well, here's how it happened, the main participants were the Generalissimo of the Lordaeron Restoration Army, the Grand Lord of Garithers.

The High Lord was a fanatical humanist, known all over the world, and it was clear to everyone that no one was convinced except the royal family of Lordaeron.

After rejoining the battle sequence of Lordaeron and swearing allegiance to Princess Kalia with great reverence, the second spring of Marshal Gallisus immediately led his legions in a series of local wars against the Forsaken in the Silverpine Forest and the Hillsbrad Hills.

Garissus was originally a paladin, but his belief in the Light was not as good as a fraction of his loyalty to Lordaeron.

Therefore, after Princess Kalia made a request, the commander immediately abandoned the Holy Light and switched to the banner of Dawn and Dawn Light.

Then, the High Elves withdrew from the alliance and formed the Sindore Alliance with the Forsaken, which led the Grand Marshal to blacklist the High Elves as well.

He didn't care if the High Elves' Twilight Hammer was an ally or not, and he didn't care what the connection between the High Elves and the Dawn God was there, anyway, he only knew that those white-skinned long-eared people were Lordaeron's enemies, and that was enough.

So in his spare time after fighting the Forsaken, the marshal also found a hobby, that is, playing the High Elves.

It doesn't matter if you are a regular army or a small caravan camp, they will all be bulldozed, vowing to make the northern continent never see white-skinned and long-eared again.

Garethus' legion is no longer the pure human legion it once was, and now he has a large number of werewolves under his command.

This brings us to another person: Archmage Arugao.

After the old brother submitted to Princess Kalia, his werewolf army joined the Lordaeron Restoration, and he continued to create more of his kind.

And after receiving a group of werewolves, Garissus immediately used them to trouble the High Elves.

The werewolves climbed over the walls of Quel'Salas and into the interior of the Eternal Song Forest, causing a bloody riot and spreading a wild werewolf plague.

Not to mention the Silver Pines Forest area, where even the soldiers patrolling the high walls of Gilneth could clearly hear the werewolves' long howl to the moon at night.

This also made Gilneth more determined to close off the country, the outside world is too terrible, and we won't go out if we die.

Gathers' unscrupulous attack has put him on the blacklist of the Forsaken and the High Elves, and now both sides are going to hate this middle-aged uncle to death.

But Garissus was also good at it.

Shall you Forsaken use the Plague Bomb, and we Lordaeron will not be allowed to use the Werewolf Scourge?

Don't laugh at the dick, Boss, you're not a good thing either.

After the calf is finished, the commander who said the wrong thing will immediately be miserable.

The Night Empire across the sea doesn't recognize it.

Who do you say? Who do you say is not a good thing?

Well, what about the Forsaken of Sylvanas, the Night Empire doesn't care in the slightest, and even if it's destroyed, it doesn't matter.

But after you physically attacked the god Sylvanas, it mattered.

Sylvanas isn't a good thing, so what is our Eternal Night God-Emperor?

All right... Gallisus did not dare to say any more, and Gallishers soon issued a public apology, and the Lordaeron Restoration Army stated that he had no intention of personally attacking the god Sylvanas.

He said that his words were inappropriate, and that the Forsaken could not be blamed for the use of the plague bomb by Sylvanas, and that this responsibility ... Well... Oh, this responsibility is your fear of the Demon King Varimasas, you are you and you are you???!

Varimasas, who was lying down and was also shot, said that he really beeped the dog, you are racist, what black cauldron throws on the devil's head, and there is no royal law!

The Undercity.

Sylvanas, who was "absolutely unwilling" to use the Plague Bomb, waved for the Royal Apothecary to step back, she had just given the order to make a new batch of Plague Bombs again.

At this moment, on both sides behind her, there were two hot undead creatures suspended in the low sky, this female undead gave birth to a pair of silver-white energy wings, like cold angels.

That's right, Wagri is, in some ways, an angel of the dead.

These two Wagri are the only two at the moment, and they were poached by the old buddies of the Holy Cult Army who went to the Broken Isles region to poach.

They captured alive the two golden Valkyries who had descended from Valhalla, and before the two young ladies could lead the dead Viku to Valhalla, the lurking Cult Army buddies swarmed up and played a game of bondage Play.

And then ... Naturally, it was a burst of corruption and transformation, turning it into a silvery-white Wagri capable of inducing and resurrecting the undead.

Sylvanas was very satisfied with the two Wagri, and the entire process of the Holy Cult's crime was extremely clean, leaving no clues or evidence.

It is estimated that at this moment, Odin is still furious, trying to find out the mystery of the sudden disappearance of the two Vargries under his command.