"Watch the flanks! Enemies are attacking from the flanks!"
"Focus fire, focus fire on the target!"
In the command center, the communications officer looked at the commander-in-chief. "Commander, how should I respond?"
Daelin grabbed the communicator and said in a deep voice, "I am Daelin Proudmoore, I order you to retreat, repeat, I order you to retreat!"
After putting down the communicator, Admiral Barry Westwind asked, "Commander?"
"Report the intelligence to the General Staff in Los Angeles, and send signals to surrounding friendly forces for aid." Daelin first issued orders to the communications officer, then turned to Admiral Westwind and said, "I order all combat helicopters to take off; order the fleet to form a battle line!"
Everyone in the command center felt a chill in their hearts. Everyone knew the strength of the enemy. They had just heard the reconnaissance pilots on the communicator reporting that there were hundreds, even thousands, of troll warships -- what a massive scale!
And now, gathered here, were only the elite of the Kul Tiras navy, a total of eighty warships, only a few thousand people.
With such a disparity in strength, how could they possibly win?
But the naval creed of Kul Tiras was "Engage the enemy without fail." No matter how disparate the strength, no matter how many or how few enemy ships, no matter how strong or weak, as long as they met at sea, the Kul Tiras navy would never retreat!
It was this belief of "Engage the enemy without fail, invincible with me" that shaped the invincible navy of Kul Tiras!
After receiving the message from the Great Sea, the General Staff of Los Angeles immediately ordered all surrounding troops to rescue their allies, and dispatched a sub-vessel of the Storm Keep, the fastest flying ship, carrying an elite force to the battlefield as quickly as possible.
"Where did these trolls come from? I thought the Burning Legion had wiped them out or enslaved them two years ago." King Anasterian Sunstrider frowned. As the trolls' age-old enemy, he was immediately sensitive upon hearing news of the trolls.
He had previously thought that the Burning Legion had exterminated or enslaved the trolls when it corrupted the entire Eastern Kingdoms, and he was happy for a while.
But now it seemed that this was not the case.
"I guess it's the Zandalari," Aiden sighed, "It seems that we are now enemies, not friends, with these trolls."
Three years ago, when Rhonin, Varok Saurfang, and Krasus went to Northrend to seek the essence of life from the Red Dragon Queen, they received help from the Zandalari tribe on their return journey, which allowed them to leave the deserted island and bring back the vital essence of life.
But now the Zandalari no longer held a friendly attitude towards other races. They integrated most of the trolls who survived the Burning Legion's invasion, forming a huge force and officially embarking on a journey to dominate.
The naval battle in the Great Sea was just the beginning. It was conceivable that war would inevitably burn to Pandaria in the future.
"The Zandalari rise?" Aiden muttered to himself, chuckling softly.
The Deep Earth was in battle, the vicinity of the Great Sea was in battle, and of course, the other two places marked with red dots were also in battle.
After the World Pillar collapsed, the sealed gate of Uldum quietly opened, and another force was rampantly invading this Titan's experimental site -- "Al'Akir the Windlord" and its air elemental plane, "Skywall," suddenly appeared in the sky of Uldum after the seal in the elemental plane was lifted.
On the orders of its master, N'Zoth, it was preparing to raid a Titan laboratory -- "The Halls of Origination."
This contained the power to reshape Azeroth, and whoever controlled this power would make any enemy submit to its master!
However, Al'Akir had not yet reached its destination, and another group of people arrived one step ahead.
The explorers Brann Bronzebeard and Ezzreal, this good partner, began their adventure again. Aiden roughly talked about the background of the Halls of Origination and sent them out. At the same time, there was also a group of heroes who were good at desert warfare: Azir, the Emperor of the Sands, Renekton, the Butcher of the Sands, and Nasus, the Curator of the Sands, three demigods who had undergone the Ascension ritual, as well as Leona and Pantheon, and Janna, Storm's Fury, and a large group of heroes. Among them, there were even five of the Keepers of Ulduar.
Yogg-Saron was now completely dead, and the duties of the Keepers had ended. The new directive conveyed by the Observer Algalon was to have them obey Aiden's orders. There were also some Keepers in the Halls of Origination, and their arrival would definitely have some unexpected effects.
In this world, if you want to know who knows the most about the Titan's facilities, it must be Aiden. N'Zoth could think of using the power of the Halls of Origination, how could Aiden not think of it?
This would definitely be an interesting collision.
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After the elemental plane seal was lifted, not only did Uldum experience changes, but the southern foot of Mount Hyjal also suddenly erupted in a volcano. "Ragnaros the Firelord" suddenly showed its power, connecting its kingdom, "Firelands," to this high mountain.
Countless fire elementals poured out of the Firelands, constantly attacking Mount Hyjal. They burned forests all the way, killed all animals, and the ultimate goal was to completely burn down the World Tree on the top of the mountain, cutting off its nourishment and restoration of the scars of the world.
Once the World Tree died, the land of Azeroth would be even more riddled with holes.
Tyrande Whisperwind urgently summoned the warriors of the Night Elves to resist the onslaught of the fire elementals, and Jarod Shadowsong was the commander of the Night Elf forces. At first, the situation was not optimistic, and the offensive of the fire elementals was very rapid, but in just three days, the attack of the fire elementals was curbed.
Because a powerful immortal joined the ranks of the Night Elves -- the druids of the Night Elves awakened the turtle demigod Tortolla, who was sleeping on Mount Hyjal, and its offspring.
Tortolla participated in the War of the Ancients and made a great name for himself.
No one could shake its shell, and no one could resist its crushing.
During the War of the Ancients, it responded to Cenarius' call and joined the ranks of the Night Elves. In one major battle, the situation was very unfavorable to the Allied forces. Tortolla single-handedly defended the last line of defense, buying them enough time to retreat.
Because of its obstruction, the Burning Legion could only watch the Allied forces leave.
At that time, the demons became angry with shame. The most elite demons of the Burning Legion surrounded this huge turtle, wanting to kill it. But the demons' weapons couldn't even break its defense -- Tortolla's turtle shell and skin, which was stronger than rock, could block all attacks.
It is said that after the war ended, people found Tortolla under a mountain of demons' corpses. It shook its body, shook off the corpses, and poked its head out of the blood pool. Then, quietly, slowly... it asked:
"Did we win...?"
Now, Tortolla once again joined the ranks of mortals. As soon as this huge turtle demigod appeared, it crushed countless fire elemental creatures with an unmatched posture, slowing down their offensive, and giving the Night Elves valuable time to build a line of defense.
Azeroth was engulfed in war, but Aiden still hadn't received the news he was most concerned about—where were Deathwing and the Chromatic Dragon? Neither of them had appeared.
Where are these two guys?
Aiden's gaze constantly swept across the map. Deathwing still possessed the power of the Earth Guardian, and after leaving the Earth Elemental Plane, he could appear almost anywhere in Azeroth. This made reconnaissance extremely difficult.
Aiden had deployed countless eyes in the sky, but at least so far, Deathwing hadn't launched an attack.
"Commander!"
Just as he was pondering, Ophiel flew in.
Aiden's heart stirred. He knew the news he was waiting for should have arrived—
"We've detected abnormal fluctuations in the southern Barrens. A strong earthquake is occurring there!"
"It must be Deathwing," Aiden said with certainty. Besides this Destroyer, no one else could create such a large disturbance!
After the World Pillar collapsed, Azeroth's real world would experience continuous natural disasters, such as floods, droughts, tsunamis, earthquakes, and landslides, but this was a relatively slow process. The initial stages would be relatively stable, and the severity would increase over time.
Only Deathwing had the ability to trigger geological disasters in advance. He was the Guardian of the Earth, and whether it was an earthquake or a tsunami, these were the Earth's anger.
If the "Destroyer" wanted to cause Azeroth to collapse sooner, he would naturally have to add his own strength.
Aiden said, "Dispatch nearby troops to scout and confirm if it's him, and which direction he's heading."
"It's already being done, Commander," Ophiel replied.
"Very good."
However, before a response could arrive, another issue Aiden was most concerned about was confirmed: the Chromatic Dragon had appeared in Dragonblight!
Upon hearing this news, Aiden was instead relieved.
He was most afraid of the Chromatic Dragon hiding in some corner, plotting some conspiracy he didn't know about. Once it appeared, there would be ways to deal with it.
Especially since the Chromatic Dragon appeared in Dragonblight—the previous plan had predicted that the most likely place for it to appear was here. Most of the response plan's forces were also concentrated here.
For example, the four Dragon Aspects had long been waiting in the Dragon Rest Temple.
"It has been confirmed that the one who appeared in the Barrens is Deathwing," Ophiel quickly obtained intelligence. She said with a very serious expression, "The opponent is flying towards Thousand Needles, and the target may be Gadgetzan!"
"Oh?" Aiden's expression was strange. "He really dares to pick a place."
The intelligence was of course accurate. Deathwing teleported directly to the southern Barrens.
"Pain, suffering!"
"My hatred burns in the abyss!"
Deathwing's crimson eyes burned with hatred and madness. The ground suddenly bulged, and then a burning claw broke out of the ground, followed by a dragon head with black dragon scales, and then a spine covered by a huge elementium armor.
The earth shook violently, and the coastal area of the Thousand Needles in the southern Barrens suddenly collapsed. A towering wave of more than ten meters high surged in, and the sea's raging waves poured into this low-lying basin, turning it into a swamp in a short period of time.
Deathwing's terrifying voice reached the ears of the surrounding creatures, making them tremble with fear. When this mad dragon was angry, even the world would tremble!
He broke out of the ground, shook his huge body, and shook off the mud on his body.
Deathwing's body was like a piece of burning charcoal, with thick smoke and fire. He stretched his body and took off in a burst of running.
The ground where he ran and flew low left a narrow crack, the earth was scorched, and the surrounding soil had been crystallized. One could imagine the terrifying high temperature emitted by Deathwing's body.
Deathwing flew north all the way, and wherever he passed, he was accompanied by strong earthquakes and tsunamis.
The neutral goblin city of Ratchet was one of the few prosperous places in Kalimdor, and Trade Prince Gazlowe was its manager. He had been feeling uneasy all day today. Thinking of the news brought by the Valoran Federation messenger before, he couldn't help but wonder, could something really happen?
When Aiden decided to open the seal of the elemental plane some time ago, he sent messengers everywhere to explain the situation to all non-hostile forces on the mainland. His warning to Gazlowe was of course to temporarily close the transaction and hide for a while, but Gazlowe didn't listen.
If it were two years ago, he would have accepted such a warning with the attitude of "better safe than sorry." Anyway, Ratchet was already the largest trading city in Kalimdor. Closing the transaction for ten days and a half a month would not affect its position.
But now it was different—with the establishment of New City and Theramore, and the Alliance's large-scale westward migration, the transaction volume of commercial trade in Kalimdor had simply increased dozens of times. Ratchet was of course also a beneficiary, but it was losing its leading position in trade.
Obviously, people were more willing to believe the credibility of super-large cities such as Los Angeles. Gradually, only those things that Los Angeles explicitly prohibited trading would circulate in Ratchet. Under this circumstance, Gazlowe had to speculate with a petty mind whether the Valoran Chancellor was taking the opportunity to release a smokescreen, tricking him into closing the trading market, and further compressing Ratchet's living space?
Based on these considerations, Gazlowe finally did not accept Aiden's suggestion. Although Ratchet had strengthened its defenses, it did not close the trading market. In recent days, people had been panicking, and even the foreign trade transactions of Los Angeles had been suspended. Of course, Ratchet, which was still open for business, had greatly increased its transaction volume.
Gazlowe still felt that he was very wise until this moment.
When Deathwing was born, Gazlowe was holding a large trading cocktail party. The earthquake broke many glasses when it reached here. The merchants gathered here suddenly became nervous.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Gazlowe immediately said loudly: "Don't be nervous, it's just a small aftershock. My most distinguished guests, Ratchet will provide you with the safest trading environment, and no one can stop this transaction!"
His performance was decisive, which calmed the merchants present a lot. Especially after this vibration, the earth was indeed much calmer.
—It's not calm, just now it vibrated violently, and the subsequent vibration was very small, like a large machine passing by, not so obvious. The sand on the ground was slightly "dancing", and the temperature of the air was gradually rising.