Dense fog, almost obscuring everything. The silent sea surface is submerged in haze, like an illusory curtain that cannot be touched, isolating this lonely boat from the world.

"Can anyone explain it to me?" said Brian, standing at the bow of the ship, his trembling beard showing the anger in his heart, "We should have docked a week ago, but why haven't I seen land yet?"

No one responded, or rather, no one dared to respond.

Whether it was the lively and enthusiastic dwarves or the few humans and elves, as if the previous laughter was just a dream, everyone was at a loss for what to do at the moment.

"Where's the captain?" Brian looked at the sailor viciously, and his loud voice directly blew his bushy beard, "Let him come out to meet me!"

"Brian, the fog is too great, and the captain went to the bow of the ship just now to tell the course. A dwarf who had been exchanging glasses with the dwarves for a long time vaguely remembered something.

"What about the others?"

"I faintly heard shouting and the sound of something falling into the water, and then I never saw him again. ”

"......" Looking at the drunken dwarf, Brian forced his frantic thoughts, "What about the first mate?"

"I, I am. ”

The rickety dwarf raised the wine glass in his hand as if it was about to reach the bottom, and his silly smile matched his short stature, but it had a different sense of humor.

Of course, Brian doesn't think so.

"Wang Ba calf!" Unable to bear it, Brian jumped up and kicked the first mate directly, "When has this happened?

"Seven days, we've wasted seven days in this fog!"

"Don't you all realize we're in danger?" Roaring angrily, Brian kicked over the barrel next to him to store food, which was as empty as it was.

"If we don't see land for three days, we have to feed the fish......"

While the dwarves jumped up and down on empty barrels, in the misty corner of the deck, elven mages in black robes leaned leisurely on the stairs. In the face of this thick fog, Lan Los didn't seem to be worried at all, and even showed a nonchalant smile under the brim of his hat.

After a moment, as if sensing something, he turned his head and cast his gaze into the depths of the fog.

The howling cold wind brought a hint of pungent blood.

It was not difficult to see from the doubts in the elf's eyes that he was a little surprised.

As a spellcaster, Lanloth's senses weren't much beyond the others, and he could perceive it, and so did Brian.

The dwarf stopped cursing, and his two small eyes looked at the fog with doubt and uneasiness, and surprisingly, there was a faint hint on his face, surprise?

Luck is also a very important talent for explorers. The heavens seemed to respond to Brian's expectations, and as the cold wind blew in on the apparently dry out, reefs of different shapes floated up on the surface of the sea beneath the ship.

It stands to reason that these dwarves should be happy near the land, but now everyone on the deck is highly consistent and silent.

Bang.

The sound of some foreign object touching the hull of the ship was particularly abrupt at this time.

Lanlos propped up the handrail and looked at the sea below with a solemn expression. Corpses, blood-stained corpses floated in from the thick fog.

"What, what?" asked a soft quiver from the silent crowd.

"Looks like a boar man. The sharp-eyed Brian saw the fangs on the corpse's mouth at a glance, "But as far as I know, the fangs of the boar people are all on the lower jaws, and they are generally much 'slimmer'. ”

"Walrus people. The elven mage in the shadows interrupted everyone's speculation, "Northrend, we're here. ”

Without waiting for Brian to ask, Lanlos waved his hand, and as the levitation technique flashed on the soles of his feet, he jumped down directly holding on to the armrest. Seeing the black-robed wizard stepping on the sea water and walking leisurely into the thick fog, the dwarves also hurriedly climbed into the landing craft and followed closely.

After all, the road ahead was full of reefs, and with such a thick fog, it was impossible for the big ship to reach the shore.

While everyone was busy with their hands, no one noticed that Lanlos on the sea silently put the glowing lantern into his pocket. In a trance, the surrounding dense fog was slowly dispersing.

Northrend is a vast continent, and the Explorers' Guild's planned landing site was originally the relatively mild Howling Fjord, the bay in the southeast corner of Northrend, which is also the closest harbor to the eastern continent.

But Lanloth's destination is the opposite, the Blue Dragon's habitat in Kodala, right on the edge of the northerly tundra west of Northrend, and if he makes landfall in Howling Fjord, the unknown on land will seriously slow him down.

For this reason, on the way out, he used a little trick to confuse the ship about the correct course.

Although it is a little unkind, but after all, it is 'for the sake of the common people in the world', and Lanlos is very at ease. The only surprise was that he didn't expect such danger to be buried here.

Walrus people, also known as Tuskar people, are majestic Northland warriors who live in the seaside tundra all year round. Their innate strength and extremely cao-resistant fat layer give them the capital to gain a foothold in this land.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if it is just a Tuskar village, with the current combat effectiveness of the alliance, even a heavily armed thousand-strong army may not be able to take it.

But now, the blood-drenched floating corpse in front of him was floating quietly on the sea, making Lanlos feel extremely heavy.

It is not difficult to see from the weapons clenched tightly in the hands of these corpses that they had enough time to organize a resistance before the catastrophe occurred, but the enemy's strength was obviously beyond their imagination, and all resistance was in vain.

There was not a single carcass other than a walrus man.

A village of nearly 100 people was easily torn apart like dolls.

What is it that makes all this? Lanlos already had the answer in his mind. And this answer, as soon as he stepped on land, became completely clear.

Above the open frozen earth, a huge black disc suspended high in the air, covered with blue runes that shimmered with light, and a rich arcane aura surged to the protruding tip below the disk, converging into a thick ray of energy to link the earth.

The link below is the center of the walrus village, which has been reduced to ruins.

Powerful magical energy tore the earth apart, leaving several intertwined scorched black ravines at the junctions. At the edge of the ravine, several blue-robed spellcasters kept a close eye on everything around them.

Meanwhile, heavily armed squads of blue dragonmen come and go through the ruins, not sure if they are patrolling or searching for the surviving walrusmen.

The appearance of the Turbulent Needle and the Blue Dragon Legion makes the answer obvious. The village of these walrus people seems to be the node intersection of the magic net.

But whatever the reason, as the guardian of Azeroth, the Blue Dragon Legion has no humanity or reason for such a brutal slaughter.

What's even more infuriating is that a few humans and elves who were idle on the sidelines actually pointed at the walrus corpses piled together, and even laughed and played. They were enjoying, enjoying the pleasure of slaughtering these large, intelligent creatures. Bullying the weak, or collective action on this scale.

Even people like Lanlos scoffed at this move.

Huh? Seems to have said something strange?

"Oh my God, what's going on?!" Just as Lanlos was hiding in the distance and pondering, an exclamation suddenly rang out, which was particularly harsh compared to this dead and silent place.

Seeing the dragons and mages in the distance, Lan Luo couldn't help but sigh silently.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have risked with the famous 'Brian'.