"Ah!"
Zul'jin cried out in pain, struggling violently. He shook his head, throwing Kael'thas and the quel'dorei golden staff away, completely stunned.
He never expected that the High Elf, who always prided himself on elegance, would not continue to use his proud magic, but instead chose a physical attack.
The epic staff, which could buy a small town, actually had a sharpened head, turning into a long-handled, double-edged greatsword!
Before he could recover from the shock, he saw Kael'thas, whom he had thrown, adjust his posture in mid-air, and then disappear with another Flash.
His heart pounded, and he felt the scent of wind and fire, and the smell of blood. It was from above again!
"Addicted, are we?"
"A mage playing melee? You've disgraced eighteen generations of the Sunstrider family!"
The Amani Eagle's strength lay in flight; its defense and attack power were too weak.
Kael'thas's previous blow had caused him to descend considerably, and he was now less than ten meters from the ground.
He immediately transformed into an Amani Bear, hastily raising his right front paw.
In a flash of lightning, his hard claw blocked the enchanted staff—ah, no, the enchanted greatsword—that could cut through gold and jade!
Then he swung his other front paw, clawing at Kael'thas's chest.
"You like playing melee, do you?"
"Come on, I'm not afraid of you!"
The thick bear claw, carrying immense force, failed to hit Kael'thas's chest, but was blocked by a mana shield.
Taking this opportunity, Kael'thas disappeared with another Flash.
For a legendary mage, low-level spells like Flash had virtually no cooldown.
However, for other mages, Flash was a life-saving skill, often used to escape.
But in Kael'thas's hands, this thing had actually become the best auxiliary skill for melee, granting him the elusive ability of a rogue.
This time, Kael'thas flashed onto the back of a High Elf Dragonhawk, finally remembering that he was a mage.
He chanted and cast spells again, and a series of fireballs landed on the Amani Bear.
The bear was not an eagle; its body was too large, its flexibility far inferior, and it was on the ground, making it impossible to dodge in time.
The rolling flames from the explosion engulfed Zul'jin, burning off his fur and obscuring his vision.
"No!"
"Kael'thas's magical prowess is too strong; he can cast spells in the sky and while moving. Bear form is just a living target!"
"I still need to get airborne!"
Zul'jin transformed into an Amani Dragonhawk, a hint of smugness rising in his heart:
Kael'thas, you're good at fire spells, right?
Dragonhawks have extremely strong fire resistance. Let's see how you deal with me now!
Of course, Zul'jin was still wary of Kael'thas's unpredictable Flash and the quel'dorei golden staff, which was sharper than a sword. He immediately flew into the distance, putting space between them.
The range of Flash was limited!
No matter how powerful a mage, he couldn't flash dozens of meters away.
Zul'jin was still feeling smug when he saw Kael'thas in the distance actually abandon him and charge towards Warlock Lord Malacrass, who was coming to support him. He was momentarily stunned.
This seemed like a good opportunity?
Kael'thas was clearly unable to deal with him, so he chose to give up and confront Malacrass.
He could completely take this opportunity to escape!
With the four loa gods blocked, the High Elves and human mages were destined to repeat the scene from back then. Zul'Aman was destined to become a sea of fire, and the hundred thousand compatriots here were destined to be burned to death.
If that was the case, what was he waiting for?
Nothing was more important than life!
As long as he was alive, there was a chance for revenge!
It was just... he was truly unwilling, because it wasn't really a complete lack of opportunity.
If he could capture Kael'thas, he could threaten with Kael'thas's life and force the High Elves to retreat.
Even if the High Elves didn't retreat, he could at least kill Kael'thas to vent his anger.
Besides, even if the entire Zul'Aman became a sea of fire, he could still transform into a Dragonhawk and leave!
Moreover, in the entire Amani Tribe, besides him, there was only Malacrass, a legendary Warlock Lord and a High Priest.
He was just an ordinary legendary Headhunter, unfamiliar with voodoo magic.
The so-called prayers and summons were just for show, for his subjects to see; the true summoner was Malacrass.
If Malacrass died, how would he summon the loa gods, how would he establish himself in the Horde, and how would he get revenge?
"Never mind, I'll go for it!"
The blood of berserker trolls flowed in his veins; how could he flee without even trying at a crucial moment?
Zul'jin flew towards Kael'thas without hesitation.
In his opinion, the chance of killing or capturing Kael'thas was very high.
So far, Kael'thas had not shown particularly strong spellcasting abilities.
Whether it was Fireball, Flame Strike, or Flash, they were all ordinary spells that any ordinary mage could learn; there was nothing special about them.
Kael'thas might not be as powerful as the legends claimed!
"He actually came back?"
Sensing Zul'jin's approach, Kael'thas was somewhat surprised.
He had indeed planned to temporarily abandon Zul'jin and kill the Warlock Lord first.
This didn't mean abandoning Zul'jin, because he had already commanded the Phoenix God Al'ar, through a magical connection, to constantly monitor this area.
As soon as Zul'jin tried to escape, Al'ar was to abandon the Dragonhawk God and fully pursue Zul'jin, making sure to stop him.
Compared to the Dragonhawk God, Zul'jin was clearly more important.
But instead of fleeing, Zul'jin was charging towards him!
In an instant, the three parties converged.
In front, the Warlock Lord, accompanied by eight servants, arrived, all stopping in their tracks.
Some began to conjure large fireballs, some prepared to breathe fire, and others prepared healing spells.
The power of an unknown loa god manifested on Malacrass.
A very unique energy wave swept across the entire area, covering him and his Dragonhawk mount.
The power of voodoo continuously invaded their bodies.
At the same time, Kael'thas felt the power within him draining, flowing into Malacrass.
Behind him, the Amani Dragonhawk, Zul'jin's transformed form, had already arrived, coming up behind him.
Just then, the spell Kael'thas had been preparing finally completed.
Centered on him, gravity within a fifty-meter radius suddenly failed, and everyone flew into the air.
In their haste, their spellcasting was interrupted.
Three arcane energy spheres, the size of human heads, appeared around Kael'thas and, under his mental control, converged towards Malacrass.
A powerful surge of arcane energy blasted outwards in all directions, disrupting all living creatures in the area.
His Dragonhawk mount flapped its wings, carrying Kael'thas higher into the sky.
Immediately after, an impact barrier appeared around Kael'thas and the Dragonhawk.
A large amount of fire elemental energy continuously gathered above the quel'dorei golden staff, forming a super-sized fireball, even larger than a head!
"Pyroblast!"
"A Legendary-tier Pyroblast!"
Feeling the terrifying fire elemental energy continuously condensing in the giant fireball, Zul'jin's scalp tingled, as if he had returned to that summer many years ago.
It was the same High Elf Mage, the same Legendary-tier Pyroblast, only this time the caster wasn't Kael'thas, but his father.
"Like father, like son, huh?"
"This time, I will never let you succeed!"
Zul'jin roared, "Malacrass, quickly! Have your people attack with all their might, break his Impact Barrier, and interrupt his spellcasting!"
In mid-air, he and Kael'thas locked eyes, and Zul'jin immediately understood Kael'thas's target:
This Pyroblast, powerful enough to severely wound or even kill a legendary creature, was aimed at him!
"Weren't you going to attack Malacrass? Why are you coming for me again?"
"Kael'thas, can't you focus for once?!"
Zul'jin continuously summoned pillars of fire to attack Kael'thas, his heart filled with frantic unease.
If it weren't for the gravitational field in this area being nullified, or rather, becoming incredibly chaotic and completely uncontrollable, he would have fled immediately.
What Warlock Lord, what High Priest, what Blood and Glory, what great revival of the Amani Tribe—all of that only mattered if he was alive.
If a Troll died, everything was gone. Even if the Amani Tribe revived, he couldn't count it as a win!
Just then, with a loud boom, a violent arcane magic explosion erupted centered on Kael'thas, instantly dealing considerable arcane damage to all creatures present, several times more powerful than an Archmage's Arcane Explosion.
Within a hundred meters, the air was filled with dense, almost tangible arcane energy, which, in the chaotic gravitational field, transformed into a swirling torrent of arcane power, continuously washing over all creatures within the area.
Each wash dealt arcane damage.
What is a Legendary spell?
This is a Legendary spell!
Gravity Nullification, Arcane Interference, Arcane Orbs, Impact Barrier, Legendary Pyroblast.
The five spells Kael'thas cast in rapid succession showcased the magical mastery of a Legendary Mage beyond doubt.
At this moment, Zul'jin no longer doubted the evaluations of Antonidas, Krasus, Anasterian, and others.
Kael'thas's father, back then, couldn't cast spells so quickly, so many, or so powerfully!
"Everyone, attack… stop those three Arcane Orbs!"
On the other side, Warlock Lord Malacrass was greatly alarmed.
Because the three Arcane Orbs summoned by Kael'thas completely ignored Zul'jin and the eight servants, heading straight for him!
Although the energy contained within the Arcane Orbs was far less than the still-charging Legendary Pyroblast, each one was equivalent to the total mana of a High-tier Mage, extremely unstable, and would explode upon contact.
If they all exploded on him simultaneously, even the most powerful regeneration ability wouldn't be able to withstand it; it would definitely take half his life!
Under the Gravity Nullification, he gained the ability to move in the air, but his speed was too slow, comparable to a turtle.
Dodging one Arcane Orb was already a struggle, let alone three?
After all, his subordinates were meant to be punching bags, so if not now, then when?
As for Zul'jin's command?
What command?
They were partners, not in a hierarchical relationship.
You, a mere Amani Warlord, cannot command a High Priest, a Warlock Lord, who is a representative of the gods!
The eight servants were all his soul thralls; their minds had long been shaped by him and were very obedient, immediately scrambling to move towards the three Arcane Orbs.
Five seconds later, they detonated!
The three Arcane Orbs exploded one after another. Those who successfully became human punching bags were the larger Ogre, Swamp Lord, and Dragonbeast.
They were already suffering arcane damage from Arcane Interference and Gravity Nullification, and now, subjected to close-range arcane explosions, they died instantly.
The surviving Imps, Banshees, High Elves, Serpents, and Ghouls all launched attacks towards Kael'thas.
The Imp's Fireball and the Serpent's Venom Arrow Rain hit the Impact Barrier first, causing negligible damage.
The so-called Impact Barrier was actually Kael'thas's exclusive Legendary spell, created on the foundation of a Mana Shield.
Its defensive capabilities were no less than the defensive arrays of Dalaran; breaking it wouldn't be easy!
His Dragonhawk continued to ascend, and the distance between Kael'thas and them grew wider.
Melee units like Ghouls couldn't even get close, naturally unable to cause any damage.
The casting time for the Legendary Pyroblast was indeed long, but at most, only a few seconds, and it was now complete.
Guided by his mental power, the Pyroblast fireball accurately struck Zul'jin, whose speed was comparable to a turtle.
The Legendary Troll Headhunter's combat experience was undeniably rich. Seeing that he couldn't evade, he immediately changed form, transforming into an Amani Bear comparable to a mammoth.
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to adjust his posture and took the Pyroblast fireball squarely on his rear.
The highly concentrated fireball, larger than a head, exploded the moment it made contact with Zul'jin's large backside.
It was as brilliant as fireworks, dealing tons of damage, leaving a 'chrysanthemum' shattered and wounded.
If his health bar were visible, one would clearly see that Zul'jin, with his notoriously long health bar, had lost more than half of it from one Pyroblast, instantly entering a critical health state.
The difference between a 10-man raid boss and a 25-man raid boss was just that great!
"What a Kael'thas, what a Legendary Mage, what powerful means!"
Zul'jin was filled with fear and dread.
He had to admit: Kael'thas was indeed a more powerful existence than him, capable of fighting at least two of him.
"Malacrass, I didn't flee for your sake, and this is how you repay me?!"
"Then don't blame me for abandoning you!"
He was utterly enraged, his eyes bloodshot, his heart aching, feeling a deep sense of betrayal.
The Warlock Lord not obeying his command was betraying him!
At this moment, the Gravity Nullification, which could only last for one minute, expired.
Zul'jin transformed, becoming an Amani Dragonhawk missing its tail, flapping its wings vigorously, but his target was not Kael'thas, but the distance.
Other bosses go berserk at low health, but this guy, at low health, actually chose to flee the battle!
He was tired. He had burned himself out for Zul'Aman, and nearly died from Kael'thas's Pyroblast for the Warlock Lord. Both publicly and privately, it was enough.
Even if this matter spread throughout the world, reaching other tribes, no one could say anything about him!
However, no matter how fast he flew, he couldn't outpace a Blink.
Kael'thas, with his mana almost depleted, directly Blinked onto Zul'jin's back.
He gripped the quel'dorei golden staff with both hands, the staff head pointing downwards, its sharp tip like two curved blades, forcefully piercing into Zul'jin's head, following the crack on his crown, and entering his brain.
His remaining health instantly bottomed out.
Zul'jin reverted to his Troll form and fell from the sky, the Legendary Warlord of the Amani Trolls thus perishing.
Kael'thas Blinked again, landing on the High Elf Dragonhawk's back: "Retreat!"
The Dragonhawk, full of spiritual intelligence, immediately abandoned the Warlock Lord and his minions, flying south towards the mountains.
The Warlock Lord, who thought he was next, heard a loud thud—Zul'jin's body hitting the ground.
Before he could rejoice at his narrow escape, he saw a torrent of Flame Strike pouring down from the sky, a super-gigantic Flame Strike jointly woven by 2401 mages.
Under the burning sky, Malacrass sighed, knelt to the ground, closed his eyes, and prayed for the loa gods to receive his soul.
However, the gods he worshipped were struggling to protect themselves.
The High Elf Dragonhawk carried Kael'thas over the city walls and above the mountains, where he saw the mages within the mana shield looking exhausted, this spell having almost completely drained their mana.
A fire a hundred times more terrifying than 2800 years ago ignited everything in Zul'Aman.
All the trees were burning.
Tens of thousands of Trolls struggled in the sea of fire, quickly turning into charcoal.
Only a very few transformed into Amani Eagle or Dragonhawk forms, but they could not escape the Dragonhawk Riders' hunt.
Large numbers of Trolls charged towards the gate, heedless of their lives.
Under the command of Ranger Lirath Windrunner, the mixed forces firmly blocked the Trolls inside the gate, and soon a pungent smell filled the air—the smell of burning corpses.
They could even hear the crackling sound of bodies and rocks exploding.
One hundred thousand Trolls perished in the sea of fire!
To the southeast, the battle between the Dragonhawk God Galakras and the Phoenix God continued.
Although the Phoenix God had the upper hand, it couldn't kill the equally powerful divine avatar in a short time.
To the southwest, the Bear God Nalorakk was being tormented to death by the endless flames and falling rocks, no longer resembling a bear.
To the northeast, the Lynx God Har'koa was struck again by Lanathel's epic greatsword, quel'delar, leaving a deep bloody mark.
To the northwest, the Eagle God Akil'zon's knee was hit by Alleria's most deadly arrow, followed by two more arrows that burst his eyes, making him understand what "day doesn't understand night's darkness" meant.
Divine avatars were not true gods after all, and their enemies were already strong, so defeat was inevitable.
Kael'thas, having recovered a tiny bit of mana, was about to help when he saw the avatars of the four loa gods revert to Troll form and fall from high altitude.
And all the divine power within them had vanished, not a single drop remained.
"They have been abandoned by the gods."
An aged voice sounded from behind him; it was Archmage Antonidas.
He was radiant and full of mana.
This level of joint spellcasting could not drain his mana pool, not even a tenth of it.
Kael'thas flew to the Archmage's side and sincerely thanked him: "Thank you for your support, Speaker, from now on, whatever your request, I will do my best to fulfill it!"
Antonidas's position among Human mages was firmly number one.
If it weren't for his initial support, it would have been impossible to gather over two thousand mages proficient in Flame Strike to unleash a spell that could instantly destroy an entire city.
The events of today would surely be recorded in history.
And this spell would be legendary for all time, echoing the spell Aegwynn used to defeat Sargeras's avatar, together forming an immortal monument in the magical history of Azeroth.
One hundred thousand of the most elite Amani Trolls all perished in the sea of fire.
The highest-ranking Warlord Zul'jin and Warlock Lord Malacrass were killed.
In the continuous mountains, although there were still over three hundred thousand Trolls, they no longer posed a significant threat and could be eliminated with some time.
Before long, all the Trolls on the entire Quel'Thalas continent would be exterminated.
In the southeastern Hinterlands of the Lordaeron continent, although there were also four to five hundred thousand Amani Trolls, without sufficiently powerful legendary creatures to lead them, they were merely a disorganized rabble and would eventually be eliminated.
The formidable enemy that had threatened the High Elf for 7000 years was thus heading towards its demise, a truly lamentable sight.
"Our mana is exhausted; it's time to return. The war continues, and the front lines still need mages to guard them."
Antonidas looked at the Elf Prince: "The Horde army has reached the foot of Alterac Valley, and the situation is becoming increasingly grim. The Alliance needs the support of the High Elf; please march south as quickly as possible to the front lines."
Kael'thas nodded and promised: "Speaker, rest assured, it won't be long before I personally lead elite troops to the expedition."
"After 2800 years, the High Elf and Humans are joining forces again, and we will surely be able to eliminate the powerful enemy as we did back then."
"Additionally, the 2000 mages sent to support the front lines do not need to return for now; they will serve as the High Elf's first reinforcements."
What he was most skilled at now was not magic, but writing empty checks, and he had written quite a few in the past few days.
Antonidas was overjoyed and laughed: "I will tell this news to the kings; they will be very pleased."
"There's one more thing."
Kael'thas lowered his voice and used a spell to isolate the sound, ensuring no one else could hear:
"I have received intelligence that the Kingdom of Alterac has betrayed the Alliance and secretly defected to the Horde. They will soon open the defenses, allowing the Horde army to pass through Alterac Valley, via Icewind Pass and Andorhal, to attack Lordaeron!"
With a major battle and successful cooperation between the two races, his prestige and trustworthiness among the leaders of the Alliance nations would greatly increase. What he couldn't say before, he could finally say now.
Other leaders might have doubts, but Antonidas and he had a good relationship, so he should not.
"What? Alterac defected to the Horde?"
"Alterac has been extremely isolated recently, refusing our support and claiming that with their treacherous mountains, they could withstand the Horde army. It turns out they were worried about us finding out; we guessed correctly."
Antonidas's expression changed slightly, but he wasn't particularly surprised or flustered, clearly having been mentally prepared.
This was normal.
The Kingdom of Alterac didn't even attend the last meeting. If the leaders of the various nations still didn't suspect them, then they weren't qualified to be leaders and should have voluntarily resigned, contributing to the nation in that way.
Kael'thas asked: "Since you already guessed, what are your plans?"
Antonidas sighed helplessly: "Even if we guessed, it's useless. The Horde's combat power far surpasses the Alliance's, and with the betrayal of the Kingdom of Alterac, the natural mountain defenses are rendered useless. Terenas has already sent people to strengthen the defenses at various passes, hoping to hold back the Horde army."
The disparity in combat power between the two sides was vast.
Moreover, at the beginning of the war, the Seven Human Kingdoms were not united, leading to the fall of the Stormwind Kingdom and the subsequent sieges of Ironforge, Gnomeregan, Aerie Peak, and Stromgarde.
Most of the continents of Azeroth and Khaz Modan had fallen into Horde territory, and even about a fifth of the Lordaeron continent was occupied, providing the Horde with abundant resources:
Herbs, ore, timber, and most importantly, grain.
The Alliance was currently at an absolute disadvantage; the only thing they could rely on was the High Elf.
Just three days ago, Archmage Moira had already led over a thousand mages to the various passes connecting the Kingdom of Alterac to Lordaeron, setting up defensive lines.
This should slow down the Horde's march, delaying them until the High Elf reinforcements arrive... right?
An hour later, the mages in the mountains departed one after another.
The destruction of Zul'Aman was not an end, but a beginning.
Over the next few days, Kael'thas, with Lirath Windrunner's assistance, led his army over mountains and through valleys, continuing to clear out the Amani Trolls.
In just five days, they annihilated twenty thousand enemies, achieving brilliant results.
His Royal Highness the Prince was carried to victory by the Ranger-General, accumulating a significant amount of achievements, his image in the hearts of the nation's people soaring, akin to an old monk having a golden statue made of himself.
"Your Highness, the remaining Trolls have all hidden in the mountains, and we can only search the mountains, which will take an extremely long time, at least three or four months," Lirath Windrunner said.
Kael'thas nodded: "General, you continue to lead the troops in the clear-up, I will return to report first."
He returned to Silvermoon City to report on the front-line situation and discuss troop deployment.
At the same time, a small number of Amani Eagle and Dragonhawk escaped Zul'Aman, flying south for five hundred kilometers to Zun'Salo, a Troll city in the southeastern Hinterlands, bringing the grim news of the Amani Tribe.
"What?"
"Zul'Aman was burned down by the combined forces of the High Elf and Humans? Zul'jin was killed by Kael'thas, and Malacrass perished in the sea of fire?"
"The Amani Tribe... is finished?"
Hex, the high priest of the Witherbark Tribe, also known as "Evil Priest," was shocked and enraged, yet also felt both sorrow and joy.
He was shocked by how formidable the High Elf and Humans were when they joined forces.
He was angry that they used this same tactic again after 2800 years and succeeded, as if they thought Trolls were all idiots, right?
He was sorrowful that the Forest Trolls as a whole were severely weakened—all the Trolls on the Lordaeron continent, including the Amani Tribe, Witherbark Tribe, Darktroll Tribe, and others, belonged to the larger category of Forest Trolls.
He was joyful that Zul'jin was dead and the Amani were finished; wouldn't he, the Witherbark Tribe, now be in charge and reign supreme among the Forest Trolls?
Beside him, Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer's face was grim: "Our plan has failed!"
Without the Amani Tribe to receive them, even if the Horde army crossed the mountains into Quel'Thalas, it would be very difficult to conquer Quel'Thalas.
Moreover, the High Elf's most elite fifty thousand troops were currently in Zul'Aman; it would be a tough fight.
"Warchief, this is terrible news for the Amani Tribe, but for us, it's actually a good opportunity."
An Orc Warlock, emanating fel energy, spoke in a sinister tone.
Orgrim looked at the Warlock, his gaze like a blade: "Opportunity? Gul'dan, what opportunity?"
"The opportunity to directly attack Silvermoon City!" Gul'dan cackled coldly.
Orgrim frowned: "Don't speak in riddles; explain yourself!"
He disliked Gul'dan intensely, abhorring the fel energy emanating from him.
Because Gul'dan's fel magic had killed tens of thousands of Orcs, more than those killed by Humans.
If Gul'dan hadn't willingly submitted to him and demonstrated extremely powerful abilities, creating a large number of Death Knights, he would have long ago ordered Gul'dan's head to be chopped off and hung around his neck as a trophy, letting others know how formidable he was.
Green ghostly light flickered in Gul'dan's eyes: "The fleet, deploy the fleet! The High Elf are heavily engaged in Zul'Aman, so Silvermoon City must be vulnerable. At this time, if we lead the fleet by sea and directly attack Silvermoon City, we will surely achieve a great victory!"
Orgrim's eyes lit up: "Good idea!"
The reason he hadn't taken the sea route was his fear of the High Elf's magic and arrows.
Now Silvermoon City was vulnerable, with most mages and Rangers in Zul'Aman.
He had also acquired a powerful secret force, and could completely bypass the dense forests to directly assault Silvermoon City.
"Order: send a fifth of the warships to attack Lordaeron, and all other warships to come and take us to Silvermoon City!" Orgrim decisively commanded.
He had to divide his forces, leaving some warships to deceive the Alliance.
No one would have guessed that the attack on Lordaeron was a feint, and the attack on Silvermoon City was the true objective!
The ideal was grand, but reality was harsh; he forgot to ask: So, Gul'dan, what is the cost?
Gul'dan hissed with a low laugh: "Warchief, I won't be going."
Orgrim's gaze narrowed: "What are you planning?"
"The High Elf may have already learned our original plan from the Amani Trolls. If no one crosses the mountains to Zul'Aman, they might guess our current plan."
Gul'dan explained: "I will lead the Raging Clan and the Twilight's Hammer Clan to proceed with the original plan, to deceive the High Elf and keep the Elf army tied up in Zul'Aman."
Orgrim pondered for a moment, unable to think of any conspiracy Gul'dan might have, and nodded: "Good, proceed as planned."
He was actually very intelligent, a rare wise man among Orc warriors.
The problem was that no matter how high a warrior's intelligence, it couldn't surpass that of a former Shaman apprentice and now legendary Warlock.
A Warlock's heart, warrior, don't guess, don't guess, you'll never understand no matter how much you guess...
Half an hour later, Gul'dan, with the two great clans, left Zun'Salo, accompanied by his most capable subordinate, the two-headed Ogre Mage Cho'gall.
They did not go to Zul'Aman, but instead headed west, towards Southshore.
He intended to travel by ship to the sea area he knew from Medivh's memories, to raise Sargeras' Tomb and search for treasures that would make him stronger.