Miss Fortune's ship, of course, couldn't be operated by her alone. Her ship, the 'Maiden of Fortune,' was a three-masted sailing ship known for its speed. Although it had one less sail than Planks' 'Dead Pool' and far less firepower, its speed could almost keep up with any ship in Valoran.
This was its greatest advantage, just like Miss Fortune herself: long strides (the advantage of long legs), running fast!
"Hoist the sails, set sail!"
Aiden heard Miss Fortune's familiar voice. She was standing on the bow, directing her sailors. At that moment, she looked very pure, anticipating adventure and a long voyage. The shout sounded so fulfilling and accomplished, making people temporarily forget the impact her figure and face had on the opposite sex, and instead admire her pride as a female captain.
Aiden returned to the cabin, where Rhonin, Varok Saurfang, Garen, and Braum were gathered, drinking and chatting.
What do men talk about together?
Of course, women.
"That woman has huge breasts; she'd have more than enough milk even for twins!" It was Varok Saurfang's voice, which didn't sound lewd or lustful at all. It was just that even the robust orc women rarely had such large breasts, and obviously, large breasts were conducive to childbearing. An orc woman with such a figure would definitely be the most beloved by orc men.
"Indeed, and her face is also very enchanting," Garen said matter-of-factly.
"I prefer Vereesa; the female captain is too... something. I can't handle it," Rhonin wanted to find an adjective, and Braum whispered a reminder, "Slutty!"
"Haha, that's right, that's right."
A group of men immediately revealed knowing smiles, looking very rogue-ish.
Miss Fortune, with such a figure and face that made women jealous and men go crazy, was naturally the focus of everyone's discussion.
Such a woman was the kind of object that men liked to fantasize about the most, Aiden couldn't help but sigh, and then joined their ranks.
When the ship arrived at Southshore, the town's patrolmen had to conduct a routine inspection. This was to prevent anything contaminated by the Scourge, especially food, from entering. When they saw it was a Los Angeles ship, they reported to Highlord Mograine. Mograine boarded the ship upon hearing the news and was surprised to see Aiden also on board.
"Lord Aiden!" He was very surprised, "Are you going to sea?"
Aiden had no choice but to reveal his plan to the Paladin. Mograine was naturally trustworthy, and Aiden believed he wouldn't tell anyone else the news.
"A small team expedition, directly decapitating the enemy?" Mograine was extremely shocked, "That's too risky, isn't it?"
"It's better than sitting around and waiting for death," Aiden shrugged, "According to the direction of the Alliance Assembly, we will only continue to walk on the path planned for us by the Scourge. I think that's even riskier."
Mograine thought for a moment and said, "Please wait for me!"
"You—" Aiden didn't even finish speaking when he saw the Highlord stride back. A few minutes later, he came back with a greatsword on his back. It was the artifact he had taken to Ironforge with the Rzerius Crystal to ask the dwarf King Magni Bronzebeard to forge—the Ashbringer.
It should be called a saber. Its blade was straight, and the back of the blade was very thick, making it very suitable for cutting. The slightly longer handle was suitable for holding with both hands, and the crystal on the back of the blade, transformed into a source of holy power, was shrouded in mysterious power, quietly floating above the groove. Its existence could maximize the conversion and amplification of the user's holy power. Aiden believed that this sword would definitely leave the same prestige in this timeline.
Mograine stood at attention and saluted: "Your Excellency, Alexandros Mograine requests to join the expedition! Please approve!"
"But your affairs here—"
"Have all been entrusted to my deputies," Mograine replied seriously, and then shouted loudly, "Please approve!"
A warm current surged into Aiden's heart. He returned the salute and said, "Welcome to join us, Mograine!"
Was this what the ancient saying meant by "the virtuous receive much help"? He felt that he had shouldered even more responsibility.
After a short stay, the 'Maiden of Fortune' officially sailed into the sea, and their journey began.
—
Compared to the harmony and joy on Aiden's ship, the heroes on the 'Dead Pool' on the other side of the Endless Sea were looking at each other in dismay.
They were surrounding a small Pandaren boy, and the boy was looking at them with innocent eyes.
"What should we do?"
"We can't just abduct children."
"Send him back?"
"Old Chen, give us some advice!"
The heroes spoke all at once.
Previously, after the Valoran heroes saw the strength of the Pandaren in Aiden's notes, they had the idea of pulling them onto the pirate ship - well, the pirate ship.
Plank, Alistar, Hecarim, and Fizz were not good at words, and they even uncoordinatedly and openly said the words "trick the Pandaren into joining the team."
However, they finally persuaded some Pandaren - at that time, Plank tried his best to recall Aiden's speaking posture, pretended to be serious, and talked to Chen Stormstout about the dangers of the Scourge and the crisis of the Burning Legion's invasion. After speaking dryly, he took a big gulp of wine, felt that he couldn't pretend anymore, smashed the glass, and revealed his true colors: "That's it, are you in or not, make it quick!"
Chen Stormstout was dumbfounded, thought for a while, and said: "I'm just about to go to Kalimdor, let's go together!"
So this Pandaren Brewmaster and some other young Pandaren who were interested in the outside world boarded the pirate ship, ready to save the world with them!
It's been five days since they set off.
The cook on the ship has been finding that the food in the kitchen has been missing a little bit every day for the past two days. He thought it was some gluttonous sailor or a rat stealing food, and he cursed for two days. It wasn't until today when he was cleaning the cabin that he heard someone snoring from a storage cabinet.
Opening the cabinet, a Pandaren child of eight or nine years old was sleeping soundly inside.
Ji Firepaw, a young Pandaren who joined the fleet together, couldn't help but asked: "Bolo, how did you sneak in?"
This little Pandaren, Bolo Firepaw, was still a cousin to Ji. He was the youngest son of the Firepaw family and the most mischievous of his peers.
Little Bolo opened his big eyes and pleaded: "I want to see the outside world! Cousin, please don't let me go back, Alright? I'll be obedient! I promise!"
This cute expression made Ji completely unable to resist. He said with a straight face: "How many times have you fulfilled your promises?"
"This time!" Bolo replied affirmatively.
Of course, everyone couldn't do anything to him. The fleet was already approaching the coastline of Kalimdor, so naturally, they couldn't turn back for Bolo. So everyone could only acquiesce to this fact, and so there was an extra little joy on the ship. However, Bolo also let everyone see what it meant to be a naughty ghost, making the sailors uneasy all day long.
In any case, his joining did make the atmosphere of the fleet become active, adding a lot of fun to the monotonous voyage.
—
But the atmosphere of another fleet was not so cheerful.
The 'Courage' has been heading towards Liam's destination, and Northrend in the northwest will be its final destination. And Liam will look for the power to avenge himself there.
Liam stood on the bow. He was still wearing armor, and the howling sea breeze brought the cold air of the Arctic, which even strong people couldn't stand. Liam was different. He felt that his limbs were still flexible, and even if he wore the thinnest clothes, he wouldn't be afraid of the cold.
This was the magical power bestowed on him by Ner'zhul. He became stronger and was not afraid of the cold.
Lord Hervel stepped forward and whispered: "Prince, go and rest! We will protect you!"
The fleet has been sailing at sea for several days, and he has never seen Liam rest. His complexion was not good, a little abnormally pale, but his eyes still did not show any signs of fatigue. There seemed to be a flame burning there.
"No, no need," Liam replied. He could sleep, but he didn't want to. Because when he closed his eyes, the scene of the demon killing his parents would appear before his eyes, and he couldn't help but recall what King Genn had said at the time. This made him restless and difficult to calm down.
Even if he didn't sleep, he was still full of energy. So why bother sleeping?
And there was another reason why he couldn't relax his vigilance.
A few days ago, when he decided to do so, the mysterious man who had saved him in Greymane Manor had warned him.
"If you don't turn back, I will kill you," Kassadin had solemnly reminded him at the time.
But Liam was not prepared to turn back. He couldn't forget the hatred of the manor. As the last heir to the Greymane surname, he couldn't tolerate his inaction!
So he embarked on this path. He even knew that Kassadin might be watching him from the side.
But why didn't he report to the Alliance?
Liam didn't know, and he wasn't prepared to ask. He wanted to seek power and had no time to pay attention to these things. If they became enemies in the future, he might spare the other party's life as a reward.
The "Void Walker" Kassadin was in the sky above this fleet. He was tracking them where no one could see.
That night, he watched the young prince step by step into the abyss. He could dissuade, or stop, or destroy, but he didn't. He was just observing from the side.
It was still the same now.
When Aiden gave him this task, he had instructed: If he found that Liam was being tempted by the Scourge or the demons, he would stop him.
But he privately violated Aiden's order.
As someone who had resisted the temptation of the void, he knew very well that when a person's will showed even the slightest weakness, the power of darkness would completely contaminate him.
Aiden's order could only stop Liam, but it could not stop the actions of the demons. And once he took action to kill Liam, it would inevitably trigger a crisis between the Valoran Federation and Gilneas, and even the entire Alliance. This was detrimental to Valoran.
"Only by solving the root of the problem can such a tragedy be avoided." He watched Liam step by step towards depravity coldly, and his mission would be to track him and solve the real threat of the Scourge.
This will be a lonely road.