New pieces on the board

Time is a very interesting thing ... In one instant, it runs at the speed of a mountain stream, no even faster, then in another slower than a pregnant snail. It sometimes pissed me off, but I was able to find something to do. Training and my own development should not standstill. In addition, I began to notice that my own development is starting to slow down a little. It means only one thing. I need to start doing more in-depth research on magic.

According to Krasus, who sometimes checked the army, I had already reached the master's level. To achieve an archmage, I need to do serious research in some areas and become an expert. Before that, the reserve itself is also added. In addition, he gave me a letter from my father. I don't understand if this was just a coincidence or some kind of hint for me ...

In general, the ranking of sorcerers can be translated into scientists' ranking in my homeworld. In the beginning, there is a kindergarten where the kids learn to write, read, and make the first social acquaintances. At school, materials in more detail are thaught. After leaving school, such kids can already be considered a formed person who can decide for himself what and when to do. After that, the university begins. The first is the bachelor's degree, and then the master's degree. Everything is almost the same in this world; only the names are different—Apprentice, journeyman, magician, master, and archmage. Archmage is equal to the title of Doctor of Science. But this is a very superficial and not very accurate comparison.

It has been three months since the Alliance first encountered the Horde. This battle will be remembered for a long time. After that, only small skirmishes between the units worked to crank the sabotage and weaken the enemy. I did not take any part in such. There were enough mages, warriors, and clerics interested in that. Sometimes, Lothar even went on such trips, thereby continuing to earn a name for himself.

Alleria was hanging around all the time, sniffing out something. I won't say that it was not interesting to me. It was interesting since she tried to find out about me from other mages and warriors, and especially Lothar, who often talked to me, and, oddly enough, Khadgar. The elf interest was understandable since she somehow found out that Khadgar also collects information about me and sends it to the Council. If I wanted to, then I have the opportunity to get rid of such investigations, but ... I just had nothing to hide from the Council. Well, maybe just a few books that I took for training even before I escaped from Medivh's tower.

Khadgar was a helpful assistant, but I kept him out of my little research. Just out of principle. He did not say anything about this, only sometimes frowned resentfully. It only made me laugh. Well, he frowns. No magician will allow another magician to delve into laboratory journals and materials so easily if he is not his assistant.

Distracted from my meditation, I stared at Proudmoore. He stood in front of me with his hands folded and attentively expecting something. When I looked at him, he died away and sat down beside me. I noticed long ago that Daelin had some kind of personal interest in me.

"Alistair," he said, and crumpled his gorgeous mustache that turned into sideburns. "I want to invite you to my ship."

"Hmm," I chuckled, then added. "Is it because of the information we received from our scouts?"

"Yes," he nodded. "Strong and experienced magicians will be helpful. In addition, you already have experience working as a magician at sea."

I raised an eyebrow. There must be more to this. Many other magicians have much more experience in nautical affairs than me. Perhaps this is where his personal interest plays? I do not understand.

"Okay," I agreed without much persuasion. I clearly felt his surprise, as well as a slight resentment that he did not get to practice his own oratory skills. He will still have such an opportunity.

"Then tomorrow we must meet at the port of Boralus," he said. "Do you have the coordinates for the teleport?"

"Yes," I nodded to him. I have the coordinates, but I have never been. I have only read in books about this city.

Boralus is the capital of the island nation of Kul Tiras. This archipelago of islands is rich in various minerals and resources. Besides, there are fertile lands, which in a particularly successful year allow people to collect a little more than they need, thereby bringing additional money to the state. The main island is called the capital and is the largest island and the most populous. It is divided into three provinces Trigard Pomerania, Drustvar, and Stormsong Valley.

The rangers of Alleria gave us information that some of the orcs boarded the ships and began to make a quick detour towards the Hillsbrad Foothills. We just couldn't let them do it, but we were far enough away to catch up with them. Only the fleet remained. This diocese was completely at the mercy of Proudmoore, since it was he who had the largest number of ships and it was he who could deliver resources faster than all other states. Of course, this cannot be compared with the speed of magicians, but the magicians themselves will not be able to compare in tonality with a large ship. But this is all very relative.

It didn't take much for me to pack. What I need are only books, clothing, and other materials. At the moment, I am engaged in a thorough study of the magic of space. Teleportation was only the tip of a huge iceberg. This topic is interesting in that there is not so much research done by other magicians. For me, this is an opportunity to receive the title of archmage and make some important investments in magical science development.

"Alistar," a familiar voice addressed me. It was Alleria. Frozen for a while, I turned around. "I heard recently that you are sailing with Admiral Proudmoore."

"Yes," I confirmed these words to her. Let it be. "I'm sure my help will be useful."

"I'm going there, too," Alleria said, then smiled sadly. "Like last time ..."

"This will not happen again," I told her, understanding what she was driving at. "I hope so."

"Um," she cleared her throat. "So, I would like to ask if you could take me with you?"

"Why not?" nodded in response. It won't be difficult for me, but even easier for her. And then everything will not be boring. After all, if I had gone alone, I would have to go to the ships myself. And so, everything will be a little more fun.

"Excellent," she smiled at me. "Then I'll be with you tomorrow morning."

"You can even stay overnight," I muttered to myself very quietly, but Alleria heard it.

"Oh, really?" she came a little closer to me. "If you insist ..."

"Um, no," I answered her, feeling a little frightened. Well, I was not expecting such a reaction from her. I did not think about what I am gonna say beforehand. Next time I would need to think a bit more before talking, "Well, you decide for yourself, I just said the wrong thing."

"Hee hee hee," she laughed kindly. "I am not yet ready for such a rapid development of relations. Hee hee."

I smiled too. Alleria just turned away and left quickly. I could only nod my head in the trail and reflect on the vicissitudes of fate that will await me in the future. I don't know what came over me ... She's an elf, and I'm just a human magician. I am sure that she has admirers among the elves, and she will most likely choose one of them if such a question stands before her at all. I think the memories of Turalyon will still be painful for her. Well, never mind, I will not strain too much about this, but I will leave everything to a simple flow. Where the river turns in this situation, I will turn there. I will flounder only when I have to abruptly change course.

I warned Khadgar and the other wizards that I would definitely not be there for a while. They only nodded their heads, as they knew where I would go and what I would do. Moreover, Alleria is going with me.

The elf was already at my tent in the morning and was just waiting for me to be ready to go. After checking the final preparations, I sat down on a chair for a few seconds, as if wishing to rest. But in reality, it was a tribute to traditions from my homeworld. On the street, we were seen off by several other magicians, whose job it was to keep order in my absence. Although to think so, I was just a magician who was not assigned to any detachment, was not under anyone's subordination, and could do whatever I wanted. I, so to speak, became an Azeroth citizen with the light hand of the Kirin Tor. With a stretch, but still became ...

"Let's go," I said to Alleria. She nodded her head and came closer to me. After that, the portal lit up, and we disappeared from the main camp of the Alliance forces.

A few moments later, we found ourselves in a completely new place for us. The climate here is strikingly different from that of Lordaeron. I already got used to it, but not to this. It smelled like the sea. Yes, it could even be heard without much difficulty. We moved to a small building, where an old and not strong wizard was on duty. He checked us very quickly with his artifact and then silently let us into the city's port. The city itself was surrounded by a high wall, and tourists and other travelers are not allowed there. Citizens of Kul Tiras only. Well, okay, I didn't really want to go there.

The street was very noisy. Various personalities of all kinds of races scurried about. I even met a lonely panda walking with a limp and leaning on his staff. Still, this world is very amazing. The merchants shouted over each other, trying to sell their goods as expensive as possible and to as many people as possible on the island.

Some clung to us, too, but the menacing look from the elf made them look at any other place and even lower their voice. I just enjoyed being in this place. Of course, I was not blind not to see various criminal mobs, but this is a port ... It is nonexistent without criminals.

When we turned into a small alley, several sailors appeared on our way. One saw my staff and immediately dragged his comrades aside, allowing us to easily go where we need to go. Listening to their emotions, I felt a slight discontent and lust in them. It looks like they wanted to try to do some business, but ran into the wrong victim. But interestingly, they turned out to be smart enough not to climb on the elf accompanied by a magician.

They were already waiting for us in a small building. Admiral Proudmoore was there with his son Derek. As the admiral explained, he was very young, and he shows great promise and is also dearly loved by his team. We just agreed with this. I don't really care who is in command of which ship. But this will only be so long as this command does not directly involve me.

We stepped onto a small boat, which then began to pick up speed in the direction of another colossal ship. It had so many sails, as well as ship's weapons that I could only look at all this with surprise and breathlessness. The ship we were moving towards was called the Stormborn. It was decorated with beautiful patterns made of wood. But that wasn't what caught my attention ... No. My attention was drawn to the large arrow throwers, as well as the special cells for magicians. In addition to them, this ship had many guns.

"Welcome to my ship," Proudmoore said.

One of the sailors quickly took Alleria and me to our cabins. They were not large, but sufficient so that we could sleep peacefully and not worry about major inconveniences. The slight pitching, at first, was unusual, but it did not last long.

I felt the ship slowly begin to move forward. I was interested to see this, and I left my cabin. So far, there is nothing to do there, just expect something or work on my own skills.

The capital of Kul Tiras was slowly moving away from us. The ship sailed, surrounded by a huge armada of warships. Among these huge ships were smaller ships. The magicians created the wind, regularly filled the sails, which pulled the ship forward.

Alleria also went out on the deck and stood beside me. A slight feeling of uneasiness appeared in my soul. For some reason, it seems to me that now some things are happening in the world that can completely change the outcome of all battles, and I just can't understand what that is...

Yes, I watched Anakin for quite some time, but as it turned out, he was indeed loyal to the Alliance. And if so, then someone else is a spy. But who ... Or maybe not a spy, but a traitor. This question needs to be pondered.

"Tell me, Alleria, what do you think will await us in the future?" I asked the elf. I didn't want to just stand on the ship and look around. I wanted to chat with someone.

"I don't know," she replied and exhaled. "I can't predict anything, but I understand only one thing. Orcs will not retreat so easily."

So we sailed one day, then the second and the third. I spent all my time studying spatial magic. Also, Proudmoore stopped by to chat with both me and Alleria. He introduced us to his captains. It was an interesting experience. But such calm times could not last long.

A portal flashed on the ship and Krasus emerged from it. He looked a little worse than I was used to seeing him. With what can it be connected? I do not understand.

"What happened?" I asked him.

"I have come to tell you both good and bad news," he said. Proudmoore just then came over and listened intently. "Where to start?"

"Bad," said the admiral. I, too, prefer to start with bad news. After that, the good may not be so joyful, but it will definitely soften the bad news.

"The Horde has begun to advance north towards Qel Talas," he said, then added. "The trolls only made them stronger."

"What?" asked fearfully Alleria. "No, I have to be there and help my family."

"What's the good news?" asked Proudmoore frowning. An increase in the Horde means an increase in problems for the Alliance.

"The Wildhammer dwarves have joined the Alliance," he said. This caused a little joy. "The Horde recently made an attempt to capture Thunder Peak, but they failed. With the help of our mages, Lothar was able to deploy significant troops there."

"Now the orcs will march towards my home," Alleria said. It seems she didn't even hear Krasus's last words, and I understand that. I would also be unpleasant if someone attacked my house ... 'My house,' that sounds somehow strange.

Putting these reflections aside for later, I looked at the elf. She, of course, will go to Kel Talas to defend her native country. And she will not care if someone will support her or not. But, for some reason, I'm sure that she will get into some kind of trouble and will not get to the house alive. And I don't want that. Perhaps I should accompany her. I'm sure my magic will be a great help for her. I don't have many acquaintances whom I have known for more than two years. Alleria is one of those. I would not want to lose such a comrade and even a friend.

"Can you teleport me to Stratholme?" she asked Krasus. She knows who he is.

"You can ask Alistar," he said softly, nodding at me. "I need to discuss one very important thing with the admiral."

The elf looked at me. There was hope in her eyes. Inside I shuddered, imagining hatred appearing in those eyes. Closing my eyes, I nodded my head in agreement with the elf's mute request. I can't just refuse her.

She threw herself at me and hugged me impulsively. After that, like the wind, she went down to her cabin.

"Sorry, Admiral," I said to the man. "But, I can't accompany you anymore."

"It's a shame," he nodded, then added. "Then I wish you the best of luck. I'm sure you will need it."

Yes, thank you," I nodded to him. Alleria was already running out in full ammunition, ready to go ahead more than ever. "Good luck to you too, Admiral, Krassus."

The archmage just nodded to me, as if letting me go. My ammunition, along with books and notes, was again with me. After that, I hit the deck with my staff, and the passage of the portal hid us.

In the next second, climate change nearly knocked me out. The harsh cold was completely unexpected. Although I understand very well that this is the northernmost city of Lordaeron, I was somewhat unprepared for such a weather change.

"Thank you, Alistar," Alleria said. "My debt to you only grows."

She looked down.

"Stop, I'm coming with you," I told her. "I can't just leave you. That would be bad on my part."

The elf decided not to argue. Several mages were already rushing to me, but I only rolled up my sleeve and showed them the Kirin Tor mark. They immediately stopped and approached more calmly.

"Then you need a horse," she said to me. "I will try to move as fast as possible."

"No problem," I nodded to her.

After that, I ran up to one of the young magicians and said:

"I need a horse for a very long journey."

"Why?" The magician asked me, looking at me with a calm look.

"To deliver the news," I told him, trying to stay calm. "News that I have are very important. They can not wait. How much is it?"

"One silver for Speed," said the mage. I could well see that he did not understand very well what caused such a rush. Without thinking twice, I pulled out one silver one and handed it to him.

"I need this horse," I said to him seriously.

The magician nodded and slowly went to get me this horse. Alleria was already tapping her feet, and she was slowly getting mad that we weren't moving yet. And I understand her. Her homeland is too dear to her, and if something happens to it, it will be an even greater blow to her.

The five minutes that the magician spent looking for the horse walked very slowly. I was starting to get a little angry too. I could calm down when I began to ponder how I could turn this situation to my advantage. The elves initially refused to help us, sending in minimal forces. I will remind them of this, if necessary. In general, this attack will allow the elves to join the Alliance, making it even stronger. Then we can liberate Lothar's homelands by knocking out the orcs. But we still have to stay alive before that.

I mounted my horse, and Alleria and I left the city very quickly. The guards who were at the gate only nodded at us but did not say anything. They would not have had time since we were moving like the wind. Having decided not to spare the horse, I began to use various spells to help it move much faster.

Hooves knocked out the dust. Alleria ran alongside, all the while peering ahead as if hoping to meet an orc or, better yet, a troll to destroy them, rip up their bellies, and chop off their heads. The wind beat us in the back as if urging us too.

"Soon, we will reach the foothills, and from there, we will be able to see the boundaries of Qel Talas. There we will find out how far the Horde has advanced. Perhaps they were delayed at the pass over the mountains and have not yet arrived there," said Alleria, when we stopped for a short halt. My horse was still ready to continue to move forward since, with my magic, I strengthened it and healed it.

When we were already closing one of these camps, I fiddled with a small artifact. The purpose of this artifact was to give me the coordinates for the teleport. It was my own development, which was based on existing products. In addition, this artifact transmitted the data I needed only if I wet it with saliva.

"Alleria," I said to the elf. "Can you slobber it up?"

She looked at me with incomprehension, and then did what I asked her. A small stone immediately shone, and I received the coordinates of this place. Very good, so everything works.

When she was about to return it to me, I only raised my hand in a stopping gesture.

"When we get to the woods, you may leave me," I told her. "I'm not an elf, and I can't move around so fast. But, with this artifact, I can always come to your aid."

"Thank you," the elf nodded and put on this artifact. It was in the form of a ring. After looking at him for a few seconds, she rubbed it. "Come on."

We quickly began to continue our journey. The traces of the orcs' presence here have already become more visible. Trampled earth, a little bit dirty and even covered with something very unpleasant. As if strange rituals were being performed there. From these rituals breathed black magic.

When we climbed the hills, we froze for a few seconds. The view that opened up was terrific. Rare clouds of smoke rose over the forest. They were as black as night. Alleria stood rooted to the ground, her hatred only growing stronger. She hated the orcs and trolls with all her heart.

Below, one could barely see the orcs and trolls figures, which were swarming in something. The smell of burning wood was powerful, and I am sure I will not be able to get rid of it for a long time.

"Oh no," Alleria said quietly. "Alistar, can you please put down this fire?"

After looking at this burning forest again, I began to ponder. After that, I just nodded my head.

"Yes, I can create a thunderstorm to extinguish this fire," I told her. "Now, go and do what needs to be done."

***

Alleria looked at Alistar for a while, realizing how much he was now risking helping her. There is no powerful army behind him. He is only one and cannot do anything, only run away, but he still decided to help her. Glancing at the artifact ring he gave her, she squeezed it tighter. Inside, she was very grateful to this magician that he decided to help her.

Squeezing her bow and dagger harder, she began to quickly run downward, hiding from the attention of the orcs. When she finally went downstairs, she only let go of her bow and put her hand on the sword, preparing to pull it out at any moment and chop off the enemy's head.

"In the name of Silvermoon," she whispered at high speed, crossing the forest. Leaves and branches swept past her so quickly that she could not even see them. "Where is everyone?"

If everything was as usual, then the elven rangers would stop her. But it was quiet. It means only one thing. The Horde made their way into the forest even deeper than she thought. When she saw the tongues of fire, she managed to regret more than once that she had left home so quickly for this war ... On the other hand, perhaps that is why she can somehow help.

Throwing away these thoughts, she jumped over the bush, and in the next second, felt a sharp arrow touching her throat. For a second, fear gripped her, but she saw who it was and relaxed a little.

The figure holding the bow was almost as tall as Alleria and wore the same clothes, albeit much less stained from travel. The long hair from under the hood of the cloak fell to her shoulders and seemed to shimmer in the sunlight in a bright silver-white hue that Alleria would never have forgotten.

- Verissa?

The other elf lowered her bow, and her blue eyes widened in surprise. She recognized Alleria too. They were sisters. She let go of her arms and rushed to hug her own sister.

"You're home… finally."

"Of course," Alleria replied, stroking her little sister's hair. "How is Sylvanas? How are our parents?"

"They're all right," Verissa said and released her arms. She quickly grabbed her weapon. "Sylvanna is now on the riverbank with the rangers. Mom and Dad at Silvermoon. Tell me, where have you been?"

"Shh," Alleria hissed as she heard something. She slowly turned her head and looked at the branch. The next second, on some reflexes that she tempered in battles with the Horde, she repelled the troll's ax, which was about to blow off her head. One step to the side made the troll fall through. Alleria grabbed her dagger with a jerk and lifted head from the bastard's shoulders. Everything happened very quick.

Before her head had time to fall, she grabbed head by the hair and held it in the air. She quickly pulled out the bag and threw the head there, after that she attached the bag and spoke.

"Now, let's run!"

Above them, there was a sharp laugh, from which the blood froze, and the veins began to shake. Verissa didn't have to ask twice. She immediately rushed towards the river, so as not to fall into the hands of these monsters. They will only kill them and go on hunting.

Alleria knew this forest much better than the trolls and could run away from them for so long. She jumped over the bushes, slipped under the roots, but still continued to hear this vile laugh. Oh, how she wanted to turn around and attack these vile trolls with something, but ... she had nothing except weapons and arrows. All that remained was to run and as quickly as possible.

A silvery line appeared ahead. River! With a jerk, she and Verissa ran out of the forest onto the open coast. She felt a scream from behind - several of the trolls jumped from the trees, as they needed to catch the elves before they rushed into the river and floated out of their reach. The trolls did not like water. Not that they couldn't swim, they just didn't like her.

"You ran well, pale-faced," the troll said with a sneer and began to slowly approach, already swinging his axes. "But now it's time to die in cramps and agony."

A bloodthirsty smile appeared from him and from his accomplices. He raised his ax and already began to advance. Alleria raised her sword, as did Verissa, ready to fight to the last. As soon as the troll swung two arrows at once pierced his body. One went into the throat and the other right into the heart.

The trolls froze for a few seconds. They didn't expect this. Those few seconds were enough for Alleria and her sister to jump into the water and begin to row very quickly to the other side. During this time, other trolls also received their adornments in the form of elven arrows.

"Welcome, Alleria!" cried another sister. This was Sylvanas, their older sister and one of the best rangers of Quel Talas. She possesses superb skills with the sword, bow, and command of the elves. "And what kind of trouble did you bring on the tail?"

"I didn't bring them in," she nodded. "They themselves came here. I need to speak to the Council."

"Of course," another voice answered from behind them. The Rangers who were here drew their bows, as did Sylvanas. Alleria drew her bow too. "But you will communicate with them in the next world."

"Orcs, trolls, and one ogre," Alleria gasped, looking frightened at the approaching Horde members. The problem was that there were far more of these bastards than the rangers. And among the trolls, there were two magicians. They will not be able to cope with them, everyone understood this.

Sylvanas gripped the disturbing artifact, which sent the alarm to the other artifacts and indicated where they were. The only problem was that other units might not be in time to help. And magicians are traditionally not taken as rangers.

Alleria looked at the ring that had given her to her ... who? Friend? Perhaps ... Someone more? The elf did not know. Throwing such thoughts out of her head, she lowered the bow and began to twist the ring, wondering whether to use it or not.

"What is it?" asked Sylvania quietly, noticing that her sister rolls some object in her hand.

"Potential help, "Alleria also said quietly. At this time, the soldiers of the Horde slowly approached. "One of my ... friend, a human, can help us."

"Hmm," Sylvanna bit her lips, thinking about something. At this time, the orcs rushed forward, supported by the hooting of the trolls. The elves began to shoot arrows, but they simply burned up in the protection that the shamans put on. The situation instantly turned from bad to critical.

Alleria made up her mind and kissed the ring, then toss it aside. For a second, nothing happened, and then the portal lit up. A rather tall human magician emerged from him, staff in hand. His eyes gleamed with a mystical light.

"Alleria," he said, and then saw the trolls and orcs.

Sylvanna watched as magic shook around him, and then in a second, lightning flew at the orcs. For a moment, it even blinded the elves. But they roughly guessed what magic the magicians had and closed their eyes.

"Little man!" growled one of the troll magicians. A fiery whip fell from his hands and flew at the magician. But there was already protection around him. The lash just broke and crumbled into fiery drops, burning the surrounding earth. The second magician also attacked the man.

Alleria, at this time, raised her bow and drove an arrow into the first orc that came across. It seemed to sober everyone up. The elves began to shoot arrows at these green-skinned monsters, but the arrows continued to burn in defense. Sylvanna really didn't like it all. She saw the magician hit the ground with his staff. It became covered with a network of cracks, and fiery fountains blazed under the orcs, leaving from them fried chunks of meat.

"I take on the magicians, you take on the warriors," he said quickly in humans language. Sylvanas understood him immediately and nodded her head. But the person did not see it anymore.

Flashes of spells flew around, illuminating the space. Sylvanna and the rangers entered into battle with the trolls. Seeing that Alleria trusted this man, Sylvanas also decided to trust him. She swung her weapon, repulsing a powerful ax blow from one of the trolls, and then takes a step back, passing a powerful blow that could blow her head off. With a step and a short swing of the blade, the troll's hand flies off, severed, spraying blood all over the place.

Ignoring this, Sylvanas pushes forward. The next second, she notices one of the trolls flying away from the powerful magical blow. He falls unsuccessfully and is directly hit by a huge monster's club, which Alleria calls an ogre. She saw how the human magician with force hit the troll magician between the legs with his staff and chuckled. Then chains appeared around the defeated troll, holding him down.

The elves still continued to fight the trolls, but it was clear that they would not survive. Several of them began to run away, but the fiery arrows left holes the size of a child's fist in them. The clearing where the magicians' battle took place was torn apart, burnt with a swamp and strange shiny growths.

The magician at this time, in a second, turned the ogre into a frozen block.

When it was all over, the man approached the elves but froze at a respectful distance. The Rangers were also in no hurry to relax but kept their bows ready to fire. Looking closer, Sylvanas could barely make out the bluish mist around him.

"Set aside," she ordered her rangers in elven. They obediently lowered their bows and relaxed a little.

"Thanks," Alleria said and hugged the man. Sylvanas just shook her head, agreeing that her sister was attracted to the younger races. And there's nothing she can do about it. But at least this time a mage, and not weak, and some pathetic paladin. This man felt dangerous.

"Yes, you are welcome," he nodded, answering in very disgusting elven language. Better not. Sylvanas nearly curled her ears into a tube.

"Alistair, let me introduce you to my sisters," Alleria said. "This is Sylvanna, my older sister, and this is Verissa, my younger sister."

The elves waved their hands at him.

"Sisters, this is Alistar," Alleria said. "An excellent magician whom I met when I first went on a journey. He saved my life several times".

"Yeah, hello," he said, looking somewhere into the river. Sylvanas turned around and saw a strange creature too. It looked out of the river and looked attentively at everyone around. The human magician stretched out his hand and the waves simply threw this creature to the ground. It immediately rose, and tried to run away, but the lightning left another fried carcass behind it. The human mage said, "I hate murlocs."

Sylvanas shook her head at that but said nothing. And what else could she say. Each person has its own cockroaches in the head. The main thing is that these cockroaches do not climb out, into the outside world. Otherwise, some strange intelligent people will appear to try to fill others with everything they believe in.

"We must hurry," said Alleria. "And Silvermoon isn't close yet."

"If any of you have the coordinates of this city, then I could teleport you there," said Alistar, and examined the elves, as if hoping that they have these coordinates. But nobody knew the coordinates of the city. Alleria needs to keep moving, to hurry forward.

***

Krasus stood aboard Admiral Proudmoore's ship, pondering how the world began slowly to glow with the glow of war. If earlier this enmity was only in one country, now this fire spread to other countries and began to slowly absorb them. The Horde looked unstoppable.

In the distance could be seen the orcs' ships, who were now trying to form in battle formations to fight the human armada. There were not many orcs ships, but the number of warriors that were there could cause problems if they came ashore. And so, they have the opportunity to stop them at sea. But that wasn't what Kras Reddragon was interested in. Not that at all.

"Get ready," Proudmoore ordered. Some of his ships split up and began to pick up speed to cut off possible escape routes for the Orc ships. Another part began to converge. Orcs could already be seen without much trouble. The ships turned sideways, preparing to open cannon fire. The mages have not yet entered into a collision, since their task was to provide maneuverability to the ships. "Fire."

The cannons rumbled, pushing cannonballs towards the orc ships. The smoke from the shots blocked the possibility of seeing what was happening for a few seconds. The screams and roars of these monsters were heard. When the smoke settled, it was clear that only a few of the orc ships had been hit.

Krasus frowned and continued to stare at the sky. His feelings and some data that he received from his wife, as a consort, did not please him very much. A shadow flickered in the sky, and Crassus tensed even more. He very much hoped that his vision was deceiving. And this is absolutely not the figure he thought of.

There was a roar from the clouds, and a dragon flew out. Its point began to increase. Krasus frowned as he saw who was riding the dragon. But these were only external emotions. Inside, he burned with anger. Not just out of anger but out of rage. From pure, unadulterated fury and hatred. But outwardly, he kept a cold expression on his face, and only a few magicians could feel a severe danger.

"It's a dragon," Pradumr breathed, then ordered. "Arrow throwers, get ready!"

The order quickly spread to other ships. The sailors bustled about preparing weapons and supplies so that everything went exactly as it should. Nobody wanted to burn in the flames of dragons. It dived sharply and then growled.

In the next second, a powerful fiery stream escaped from its wide-open mouth, which made the ship flare-up in an instant, like dry grass from a spark. The screams were heard right here. Some sailors fell like burning figures into the sea. Arrows began to fly out of arrow throwers, but what can they do to a maneuverable dragon. The rider made a loop and re-entered a very steep dive, and then the dragon reopened fire, setting another ship on fire.

Then the dragon did not rise, but made a wide barrel and was above the third ship. In a second, he flushed.

"Derek," Proudmoore said, a lone tear dripping down his face. His son was on the last burned ship.