The Bloodsail Fleet is a pirate organization. Although they don't often plunder merchant ships, they definitely fly the pirate flag.
Within the Bloodsail pirates, there aren't many rules, but three laws must be obeyed.
The first is loyalty, the second is also loyalty, and the third is the prohibition of internal strife.
Therefore, when Eliza massacred her own flagship, she was immediately suppressed by Tesseth and Zasj, and after being judged by all the Bloodsail pirates, she was executed.
As for the weapons that caused everything, they were immediately sent to Minas Tirith Galen recognized the paired blades as the artifact of thieves: the Fearblades.
The main-hand dagger of the Fearblades is Fate, and the off-hand dagger is Opportunity. They were not forged in Azeroth. The eredar who crafted these curved blades was named Talgath, a high-ranking member of the Burning Legion.
Galen just didn't know how these curved blades ended up in Rivigaz's treasure hoard.
The Burning Legion's initial intention in creating them was to trap greedy but weak minds, and then create slaughter.
Galen hadn't decided who could wield the Fearblades yet, so he could only seal them away for now.
As for the newly promoted Fourth Fleet Admiral, Duke Fairweather, he was a newcomer who had just joined the Bloodsail. The reason he was able to become an admiral was because he brought his own fleet.
This guy was originally a great noble in Kul Tiras, with a large fortune. With twelve merchant ships and twenty-four warships, he was one of the strongest competitors of Admiral Daelin Proudmoore.
However, Daelin recently chose to abdicate and join the Throne of Heroes in order to clear domestic obstacles for Derek. Fairweather was squeezed out by various means, and finally, unable to endure it, he chose to betray Kul Tiras and join the Bloodsail pirates entrenched in the South Sea.
As for the original Fourth Fleet, it was divided up by the Second and Third Fleets.
"Boss, let me go! I just joined the Bloodsail, let the Zandalari Golden Fleet be my proof of allegiance!"
"That's right, Boss, I want to go too! I'm sick of doing escort missions all these years. We're pirates! Let's do a big one!"
Zasj stared at the sea chart made of sand, and finally nodded and said, "Then let's do a big one. The world has forgotten that the Bloodsail is a pirate group because we're always doing small things. Let the Zandalari trolls know whose sea the South Sea is!"
"Tesseth, Ana, Fairweather, you three are responsible for this operation. At the same time, tell Sen'jin about the Zandalari troll attack. We've been cooperating for so long, don't say I don't take care of them!"
"Yes, Boss!"
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Booty Bay in Stranglethorn Vale had already turned into a sea of fire. These goblins were okay at doing business, but they were terrible at fighting, and could even be said to be greedy and afraid of death.
After the coastal turrets were destroyed, the goblins fled from the land route to the northeast.
Rivilgaz was filled with grief and indignation. He hugged his last box of gold coins and fled the city he had painstakingly built under the protection of the last Blackwater security team!
"Zandalari trolls! You actually launched a war without declaring it! You wait for me, I will report to the Trade Prince and definitely show you some color!"
Rivilgaz was really crying his eyes out. Who did he offend? He had painstakingly accumulated more than ten years of wealth in Booty Bay, but after Galen targeted him, not only was all his property taken away, but even his soul didn't belong to him!
It wasn't easy for Grand Warlord Galen to let him come back to continue his undercover work and accumulate wealth, but after only a few days, Booty Bay was lost!
Sob sob sob!
Who could be more miserable than me!
Compared to the goblins who left Booty Bay in tears, the trolls on the Golden Fleet seemed much calmer.
"General Zakajz, it's time to send your Farraki vanguard to land!" A tall and straight, burly troll said to a thin, grayish-white skinned troll beside him.
General Zakajz was a desert troll. In the future, he might become a general of the Zandalari Empire, but if he wanted to accomplish this unique thing in the history of the Zandalari Empire, he had to obtain the approval of the Zanchuli Council and King Rastakhan.
And the battle achievements in Stranglethorn Vale would be a good stepping stone!
"As you wish, Captain Rez'okun!"
General Zakajz stood at the bow of the ship and shouted, "Attack! Warriors of the Farraki!"
Then, a large number of grayish-white trolls poured out of the cabin. They were equipped with Zandalari standard armor, but because they were too thin, the armor didn't fit well.
But this didn't prevent them from jumping off the side of the ship and into the landing craft, rushing into Booty Bay!
Watching the desert trolls leave, a Zandalari female warrior came to Captain Rez'okun's side. She frowned as she looked at the messy army of desert trolls.
"I really don't understand why the Prophet wants to gather this rabble. They don't even have basic formations. At most, they are just cannon fodder."
Captain Rez'okun said leisurely, "General Lak'lara, you don't know, the current situation in Azeroth is very unfavorable to us trolls."
The captain sailed abroad and knew much more than the army general Lak'lara, who stayed in Zuldazar all year round, so he was able to understand the Prophet Zul's intentions.
"On the Eastern Continent, the Alliance, led by humans, has risen. On Azeroth, our old rivals, the night elves, dominate Kalimdor. And the living space of us trolls has been constantly compressed. If we want to fight against these two behemoths, it is not enough to rely on our Zandalari trolls alone!"
After listening to Captain Rez'okun's explanation, General Lak'lara also understood that their Zandalari had been hidden for too long, and it was not enough to rely on the tribesmen on the island if they wanted to rise again.
"You're right, I will keep in mind the orders of the Prophet and the King," General Lak'lara was a typical soldier, and she felt that it was better to leave things that were too brain-consuming to the people above.
"The Amani trolls' Zul'jin are so bold. They were taken away from Zul'Aman by the high elves. Losing their homeland doesn't count as taking it back, but instead they attacked their brother races, conquered Gundrak, and then intervened in the Gurubashi civil war. They deserve to die!"
Galen's conquest of the Witherbark tribe, the Vilebranch tribe, the conquest of Jintha'Alor, the obliteration of the Shadowglen tribe, and finally the annihilation of the Amani tribe, were all personally led by him, or handled by Aragorn, so it can be said that it was done tightly, and not even an ant ran out.
The Zandalari trolls didn't know that the entire forest troll had become someone else's vassal, and thought that Zul'jin was too ambitious and wanted to leave Zandalar and work alone.
"When Zul'jin, Frost Lord Malakk, Ukorz Sandscalp, and Jin'do came to Zandalar to pay tribute, I felt that this troll was unusual!"
Zul's name had been circulating among the trolls for decades. Even the proud Zandalari trolls considered Zul'jin a troll hero.
As a forest troll, he was able to gain the recognition of so many Zandalari and jungle trolls, and successfully added a sacred and powerful suffix to his name, Zul: 'jin'!
And Sen'jin! That chieftain of the Darkspear tribe, they were originally just a bunch of country trolls who made a living by fishing by the sea. What right did they have to settle in Zul'Gurub!
Moreover, they all rejected the Prophet's invitation and refused to participate in the troll summit. It's simply arrogant! The other troll tribes only have two choices: either join the Zandalari Empire or be crushed by the Zandalari Empire!
The two Zandalari trolls became more and more agitated as they spoke, their eyes already flashing with murderous intent.
"Zandalar endures forever!"
"Crush them!"
The local conflict did not affect Galen's holiday. In fact, the deployment of the Golden Fleet was not unexpected by Galen.
After all, the Twilight's Hammer cult had been active in the Zandalari Islands and the Kul Tiras Islands for several months, and they had to show some results.
If you want to destroy the existing order of Azeroth, starting a war is the best way.
However, assassinating night elves or Alliance nobles and framing each other seems to be ineffective!
The high-level night elves are too powerful, and the druid's slumbering dens are heavily guarded. The Twilight cultists have no chance at all.
The Alliance side is even more outrageous. No matter if it's a baron, earl, marquis, or even a duke who dies, the royal family strongly suppresses it.
Then, they let the priests of the Holy Light sect come to investigate and announced that Twilight cult heretics were causing trouble, completely ignoring the subtle clues pointing to the night elves, and arranged for the descendants of these nobles to quickly inherit their titles. If a noble family was wiped out, the royal family would immediately come to take over their territory and property.
This led to a situation where all the Alliance nobles were in constant fear, immediately strengthening their defenses and purging suspicious personnel within their territories.
This, in turn, led to the complete loss of the Twilight's Hammer's last remaining forces lurking in the Eastern Kingdoms!
Helpless, Cho'gall could only set his sights on the Zandalari trolls who had been living in seclusion for nearly ten thousand years.
The Zandalari Empire is the oldest known empire on Azeroth. It has existed for at least many years, possesses one of the strongest navies in existence, and is a force with a foundation and the potential for war!
Prophet Zul has always dreamed of restoring the Zandalari Empire to its former glory. He knows that divided trolls will eventually perish on their own, and only unity can allow the trolls to rule Azeroth again.
To this end, he persuaded the Zandalari god-kings to aid the Amani tribe, who were on the verge of extinction after being defeated by the high elves, and to aid Zul'drak in Northrend, which was crumbling under the attacks of the Scourge.
Who would have thought that the Amani, who were originally on the verge of extinction, would instead conquer the frost trolls? After their strength greatly increased, they intervened in the Gurubashi civil war in the south and united with the Darkspear tribe to rule Stranglethorn Vale.
The dark prophet was about to explode with anger.
His original plan was to gather the Gurubashi, Amani, Drakkari, and Farraki tribes, trying to get these trolls who had split off from the Zandalari Empire to unite again under the banner of the Zandalari Empire. But Zul'jin and the forest trolls simply refused to participate in the meeting, leaving only the weakest desert trolls!
A slap in the face.
Cho'gall seized the opportunity and, at this best moment, provoked this prophet who was unwilling to remain in a corner.
He succeeded.
It's just that Cho'gall didn't know that the dark prophet didn't put all his eggs in one basket. In addition to sending a part of the Golden Fleet to Stranglethorn Vale, Zul's gaze was surprisingly aligned with Galen's.
Perhaps Galen's upcoming trip to Pandaria allowed the dark prophet to see, through prophecy, that ancient land hidden in the mists.
According to the records of the Zandalari Empire, Lei Shen once formed an unbreakable alliance with the ancient Zandalari trolls. This alliance lasted for thousands of years, even after Lei Shen's death. He promised to grant the trolls a large area of land near the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. The Zandalari trolls promised to help Lei Shen resurrect, and then the Mogu Empire and the Zandalari Empire would jointly rule the world.
Zul's prophecies not only included the existence of Pandaria, but also a dark beast that would cause a great disaster, and the Zandalari trolls needed to find a new home.
Therefore, Zul and his followers coveted the fertile land of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, and also arranged for another troll army to go to the South Seas to find that mysterious continent in the mists, in an attempt to resurrect Lei Shen!
However, Galen did not know the dark prophet's backup plan, nor did he know that his actions had been prophesied to become a guide.
"Raise the sails! Set sail!"
"Target: Pandaria!"
"Oh ho!"
On a newly built three-masted battleship, the pandaren, led by Ji Firepaw, raised the red sails. The wind element spirits on the Wandering Isle blew hard, sending the battleship away from the coastline.
Originally, Galen wanted to teleport directly into Pandaria, but he was worried about the two children and didn't want the journey to be too abrupt, so he built a ship and used nautical positioning to enter the mists of Pandaria!
Ator stood at the bow of the ship, imitating his father, wearing a yellow straw hat and pointing forward with one finger, one foot on the eagle ram, shouting in a childish voice: "Set sail, set sail!"
If he could wipe the snot from under his nose, he would really have the aura of a captain.
Unlike his brother, Legolas was now lying on the railing with Li Li, waving his little hands vigorously, bidding farewell to the ancient four spirits on the coast: Zephyros, the wind spirit, Emberith, the fire spirit, Tharozan, the earth spirit, and Nymara, the water spirit.
"Goodbye! Goodbye!"
A few short days together allowed Legolas, Arathor, and the ancient four spirits on the Wandering Isle to establish a deep friendship.
And Galen, after Master Shang Xi agreed, established a small base in the Dread Wastes, a place not often visited by the pandaren.
In addition to a town hall for living, a dock was also built to build the battleship they were now riding on.
It is worth mentioning that the pandaren's tech tree did not seem to have lit up the skill of building seagoing ships. At most, the Anglers used some small fishing boats!
According to Master Shang Xi, their last emperor, Shaohao, once ordered the pandaren to stay away from the coast and not allow the pandaren to go to sea.
And Liu Lang was a pandaren who violated this ban and ventured out to sea.
It's just that his seagoing tool was a turtle born from the coast of the Krasarang Wilds, which is now Shen-zin Su.