Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 759: The Sorrow of Kul Tiras

Chapter 759: The Sorrow of Kul Tiras

On the other side, just as Thrall was discussing the disappearance of the Warsong Clan with Jaina, new news came.

Thrall lost his voice: "What!? The Warsong Clan has gone crazy? They even attack their own people without distinguishing between friend and foe? They are just like the old orcs who drank the blood of demons?"

In the face of the demon’s blood, a poison that can give orcs crazy power, Thrall would rather hear about the rebellion of the Warsong Clan.

It has been twenty years since Grom first drank demon blood.

Thrall would always remember how violent and painful the old orc was when the demon blood broke out when he was young.

It’s hard to tell how upset Thrall was when he received the news from the Warsong Clan.

the Horde has no magic to communicate. With Orgrimmar as its center and its power expanding to the Barrens, the Horde now has a vast but desolate territory. The only thing that maintains such a large territory is the wyverns raised by the Frostwolf Clan.

There were not many Wyverns, a flying beast that was large enough to carry orcs, in the Horde. The only thirty or so were all used for communication.

Even with the help of a wyvern, there was still a delay in the transmission of information, and Thrall had no idea what was going on.

"I’m sorry, Princess Proudmoore, it seems I have to leave today. After all, the Warsong Clan is out of control, and the situation is too serious for the Horde." Thrall said.

Just as Jaina was about to say something, a magical message came that shocked her greatly.

Duke’s voice in the message was extremely urgent: "Jaina! Come back to Theramore immediately. Something big has happened in Kul Tiras!"

Jaina’s face turned pale in an instant. She threw a magic communication crystal to Thrall and said, "This is a magic positioning tool. When the situation here is urgent, you can crush the shell of this thing. Hold the white bead inside and imagine the terrain around you. I should be able to come and help you."

After saying that, she activated the teleportation spell in front of Thrall without hesitation, turning herself into a streak of light and flying towards the predetermined spatial coordinates of Theramore.

When Jaina returned to Theramore and her vision was restored, she felt something was wrong the first moment.

Duke stood at the entrance of the teleportation hall with a sullen face.

In my impression, Duke is always full of wisdom and foresight, as if the development of everything in the world cannot escape his expectations.

But now Duke’s face, a mixture of shock and bitterness, clearly told her that something huge had happened that he had not expected and that was related to her.

An ominous premonition filled Jaina’s chest.

"Duke! What happened!?"

Duke really didn’t know what expression he should use to face the anxious Jaina, and he didn’t know what tone he should use to answer her questions.

After taking a deep breath and being silent for three seconds, Duke said, "The First Fleet of Kul Tiras and the mainland of Kul Tiras were attacked one after another. His Majesty Daelin and His Highness Tanred and his family... are in trouble."

As if struck by lightning, Jaina’s mind went blank.

"No! This can’t be... This can’t be true!"

A wave of dizziness came over Jaina, and she almost fainted on the spot. Duke hurriedly hugged the limp Jaina. He could clearly feel that the body of this historical superhero was no different from that of any other weak woman who had suddenly experienced a great change.

Jaina only felt that the heat in her body was flowing out madly from some unknown gap.

So cold!

She hugged Duke tightly almost subconsciously.

I demand a little warmth from that body full of masculine scent.

Duke just sat on the ground and hugged Jaina quietly.

How much time has passed?

One minute?

Five minutes?

Or a century?

I don’t know. It took Jaina a long time to come back to her senses.

"The news... has it been confirmed?" Jaina raised her head in grief. Her once bright red lips had lost their color and were turning white.

"The remnants of the First Fleet have landed, Your Majesty Daelin... in Theramore."

The world seemed to be collapsing. Jaina staggered and almost fell out of Duke’s arms. Duke quickly grabbed Jaina and hugged her again.

It was unknown how long it took before Jaina regained her strength.

"Help me!"

Duke did so silently.

As expected, in this life, Jaina had never experienced the battle to eradicate the plague with Arthas. She went straight to Theramore, which made her lack of experience and her mentality not as stable.

Duke helped Jaina walk out of the bottom level of the Mage Tower and, surrounded by a group of guards, came to the newly built medium-sized church in Theramore.

Through the open door.

What did Jaina see?

Her father, whom she had cursed in secret countless times but who seemed like an indestructible cockroach, miraculously surviving on the sea time and time again, lay coldly on the altar in the middle of the church, his lower body covered with the flag of Kul Tiras.

He was so quiet, very different from her impression of her father who always spoke in a loud and rough voice.

All the accumulated resentment, including the deliberate alienation from her, the indifference to her, and the disguised exile of her because of the royal power, disappeared in this moment.

Jaina struggled to leave Duke’s support, threw herself on the altar, and stroked her father’s body with trembling hands.

Crystal clear tears fell and dripped onto the flag of Kul Tiras, and the tears melted into flowers.

A long time.

A long time.

Jaina stopped shaking her shoulders and asked, "Father...how did he die?"

"It’s Archimonde!"

A female voice interrupted, and it was not until this moment that Jaina noticed that the woman she once found extremely annoying and hated - her father’s lover JainaGolden Sword was sitting not far away.

Jaina bit her lips hard, and bright red blood oozed from the corner of her mouth: "Continue!"

"A week ago, Daelin, I, and the Kul Tiras First Fleet were clearing out ghost ships filled with undead floating on the sea, about 500 miles off the coast of Northstream. Then Archimonde suddenly appeared from the bottom of the sea! There was no sign at all. He was like a mountain rising from the bottom of the sea, cutting the entire fleet in half."

Jaina ’s face also had an unconcealable sadness. Even as she spoke, there was a priest treating a horrible wound on her abdomen.

"Daelin tried to rush over and hold Archimonde back, allowing more people to escape, but Archimonde just pointed, and a black light shone from his hand, hitting Daelin instantly..."

"What were you doing at that time!?" Jaina was furious!

Duke stopped her and shook his head!