Chapter 875 The Sorrow of Kul Tiras

On the other hand, just as Thrall was discussing with Jaina about the disappearance of the Warsong clan, new news came.

Thrall lost his voice: "What!? Has the Warsong clan gone crazy? They even attack their own people regardless of whether they are friends or foes? Are they like the old group of orcs who drank the blood of demons?"

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

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

Thrall will always remember how violent and painful the old orc was when he saw the demon blood attack when he was young.

Not to mention how upset Sarr was when he received the news from the Warsong clan.

The tribe has no magical communication. With Orgrimmar as the center and its power expanding to the barren lands, the tribe has a vast but desolate territory. The only thing that maintains such a large territory is the wyverns raised by the Frostwolf clan.

There are not many tribes of wyverns, flying beasts that are huge but can carry orcs flying. There are only more than thirty heads, all used for communication.

Even if it was a flying dragon, there was still a delay in the transmission of messages. Thrall couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Sorry, Princess Proudmoore, it seems that I have to say goodbye today. After all, the Warsong clan is out of control, and this situation is too serious for the tribe." Thrall said.

When Jaina was about to say something, a magical message came that shocked her.

Duke's voice in the message was extremely urgent: "Jaina! Come back to Theramore right away. Something big happened in Kul Tiras!"

Jaina's face turned pale for a moment, and she threw a magic messenger crystal to Thrall: "This is a magic positioning tool. When the situation is very urgent on your side, you just crush the shell of this thing. Hold it. The white beads inside, imagine the terrain around you. I should be here to help you."

After saying that, she did not hesitate to activate the teleportation technique in front of Thrall, turning herself into a stream of light and flying to the determined coordinates of Theramore space.

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

Duke stood at the door 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, which was a mixture of shock and bitterness, was clearly telling her that something huge had happened that he had not expected, and it was related to her.

An ominous premonition filled Jaina's chest.

"Duke! What happened!?"

Duke really didn't know what expression to use to face the anxious Jaina, let alone what tone to use to answer her questions.

After taking a deep breath and remaining silent for three seconds, Duke continued: "The First Fleet of Kul Tiras and the mainland of Kul Tiras were attacked one after another. His Majesty Daelin, as well as His Highness Tanred and his family... something happened. ”

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

"No! This can't be...this can't be true!"

A wave of dizziness came over, and Jaina almost fainted on the spot. Duke hurriedly hugged Gianna who collapsed. He could clearly feel that the body of this historical superheroine at this moment was no different from that of any weak woman who had suddenly undergone a sudden change.

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

So cold!

She hugged Duke almost subconsciously.

There is not much warmth to be gained from that body full of masculine scent.

Duke just sat on the ground, holding Gianna quietly.

How much time has passed?

One minute?

five minutes?

Or a century?

I don’t know, it took a long time before Jaina came back to her senses.

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

"The remnants of the First Fleet have arrived at the shore. His Majesty Daelin...is in Theramore."

The world seemed to be collapsing. Jaina stumbled and almost fell out of Duke's arms. Duke quickly moved his hands and hugged the muddy Gianna again.

I don't know how long it took before Jaina regained her strength.

"Help me go!"

Duke silently obeyed.

Sure enough, in this life, Jaina had never experienced a battle with Arthas to eradicate the plague. As soon as I got there, I went directly to Theramore. I was a little behind in terms of experience, and my mentality was not that calm.

Duke helped Jaina walk out of the bottom floor of the mage tower, and, surrounded by a group of guards, arrived at Theramore's newly built medium-sized church.

Through the open door.

What did Jaina see?

Her father, who she had secretly cursed countless times, but who miraculously survived time and time again on the sea like an invincible little strongman, was lying coldly on the catafalque in the middle of the church, with his lower body covered by Kultira Sri Lankan flag.

He was so quiet, far different from the father she remembered who always spoke in a loud and gruff voice.

All the accumulated resentment about his deliberate alienation from her, his indifference towards her, and his disguised exile due to the royal power disappeared in this moment.

Gianna struggled to leave Duke's support, threw herself on the coffin, and touched her father's body with trembling hands.

Crystal tears fell down, dripping on the flag of Kul Tiras, and the tears melted away.

A long time.

A long time.

Only then did Jaina stop the trembling on her shoulders: "Father...how did he die?"

"It's Archimonde!"

A female voice interrupted, and it was only at this moment that Jaina noticed that the woman she once found so annoying and hated—her father's lover, Gina Jinjian, was sitting not far away.

Jaina bit her lip hard, and red blood seeped out from the corner of her mouth: "Continue!"

"A week ago, Daelin, I, and the Kul Tiras First Fleet were in the waters off the coast of the North Current, about five hundred nautical miles away, cleaning up the ghost ships full of undead floating on the sea. Then Ah Kermund suddenly appeared from the bottom of the sea! There was no warning at all, he was like a mountain rising from the bottom of the sea, directly cutting the entire squadron in half."

There was also unconcealable sadness on Gina Jinjian's face. Even while she was speaking, there was a priest treating a horrific wound on her abdomen.

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

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

Duke stopped her and shook his head!