In the vast ocean, a large fleet is moving forward in a difficult situation in the storm.

Some passengers on the ship are gathering on the deck to jointly release spells, striving to support the arcane barrier against the storm of nature.

The weather on the sea changes like a child's face. It was stormy and rainy the moment before. After leaving the storm circle, the warm sunlight shone on the deck of the fleet again.

"Huh~"

A night elf with a pretty haggard look shook his body, and another blonde man beside him immediately reached out to support him.

"Father, are you okay?"

"fine."

Dasrema shook her head pale, "It's just that the magic is a little overdrawn, so let me rest for a while."

Danas hesitated for a moment and said, "Father, why don't you... drink another bottle of Moon Well Water?"

"no!"

Dasrema waved his hand firmly and refused, "We don't know how long it will take to find a suitable settlement. Both the moon well water and the moon night well water must be distributed strictly according to the predetermined plan. I cannot take the lead in breaking the rules."

"But……"

"Okay! I'm not so fragile yet...ahem!"

Before he could finish his words, Dasrema suddenly coughed, and Danas hurriedly helped his father follow his back.

"Oh~"

Dasrema left the deck with Danas's help and entered the cabin below. He smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"I didn't expect that I would have such a difficult time leaving the blessing of the World Tree, and diseases that I had never experienced before began to come to us."

After all, Sarah Dahill is just a world tree that is not blessed, and its effective range can only be maintained at Valsarah.

After leaving the Broken Islands, most of the upper elves were initially excited to look forward to a new free life in the future, and were looking forward to the glory of the past after regaining the source of infinite magic.

But reality soon slapped their left and right slapped them in the face, awakening the dreams of the upper elves.

First of all, the devil addiction that will inevitably arise after leaving the blessing scope of the World Tree.

Dasrema was prepared for this. When he stole the water bottle of the Eternal Well from Annahea, he took away most of the Moon Well water produced at that time.

In addition, the moonlit well water that Latisia supports them, if strictly allocated, it should be barely able to support the ships to dock.

On the other hand, without the blessing of the World Tree, the upper elves no longer have eternal life and a physical condition that is invincible.

Even without eternal life, the night elves are ultimately immortal species. There is no clue about life span, but the disease is more deadly.

The bumpy wind and waves on the sea alone have caused many upper elves to vomit to death all day long, and people will inevitably get infected with some minor problems when eating grains and cereals.

In the past, these problems were filtered out by Nordashir's blessing, but now they need the upper elves to adapt and solve them in the same way.

Although Dasrema had prepared to bring some alchemy potions for curing diseases, tens of thousands of people were sailing at sea for several months, and the amount of alchemy potions they had reserved was a drop in the bucket.

In order to help the fleet get through the storm smoothly, Dasrema spent a whole night in the storm. He was already overworked and naturally caught a cold.

Fortunately, it was just a minor illness, so Danus took this opportunity to give his overworked father a good rest.

He gritted his teeth and took over the work of Dasrema, using the knowledge and experience he had learned from his father before, and tried his best to coordinate the food, clothing and food of all the upper elfs.

Three months later, amid the surprise cheers of the lookout hand, the fleet finally saw the land at the other end of the sea level. The upper elves who had been bumping on the sea for nearly a year shed tears of excitement.

Eboton, the leader of the fleet who was escorting the upper elves across the ocean, also breathed a sigh of relief. Although this sea voyage had experienced some twists and turns, he finally arrived smoothly on the other side of the ocean.

With this route to the New World, the ships at Stormport may be able to conduct cross-sea trade with the upper elves who have moved to the East Continent, bringing the East Continent's precious special products back to Kalimdo for sale, which should make a lot of profits.

However, these are all issues that the upper class masters need to consider. They sent the upper class elves ashore. With the enthusiastic help of the local indigenous people, Eboton replenished the materials and returned to the Broken Islands again.

The land where the upper elves landed also has lush woods, and the indigenous people living here are a strange intelligent creature that Dasrema had never seen before.

Their skin is pink, they are much thinner than the strong night elves, and their ears are short.

But these indigenous people were very welcoming and hospitable. When they learned that the upper elves came from another continent across the ocean, the group of indigenous people who claimed to be humans actively explained the history of this land to them, and did not provide a temporary place to live.

The language used by humans is the standard Titan language. Although Kadore has been improved and evolved for many years, it is essentially a branch of Titan language. It is easy for both parties to understand the other party's meaning through communication.

Dasrema learned from the leaders of this human clan that the land was named Tirisfa, which means "The Fall of Tir" in Titan.

After sailing at sea for nearly a year, the materials reserved by the upper elves were almost exhausted.

It just so happened that they needed time to adapt to the water and soil of the New World. This forest called Tirisfa was filled with strong magic. After discussing with the patriarchs of various major families, Dasrema decided to temporarily settle down on this land to recuperate.

...

Andrea and others arrived in the Eastern Continent before the upper elves. They should have arrived at Tirisfa before Dasrema.

But an unexpected encounter on the way slowed down their speed and might even have a crisis to the lives of the group.

In the area named Hillsbrad in later generations, Andrea and others are now hiding among this complex hilly area.

A little head with brilliant blonde hair stretched out from the woods, watched around with caution, and then hid back into the forest again.

"Uncle Andrea, I didn't see the tracer's shadow. Are you sure it's not your own illusion?"

"Sure."

Andrea frowned and nodded, "My perception ability has always been very sharp. The threat like a thorn on the back has always existed. There is definitely something hanging behind us to follow us."

Onyxia's face moved at this moment, "Selace, do you pay attention to the sky?"

Se Lace was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said, "In the sky? No."

When Andrea saw the sudden solemn expression of the Black Dragon Princess, she quickly understood her guess.

"Black Dragon?"

"It is very likely, and it was sent by the Deathwings, the black dragon with malicious intentions."

Although Selace has received training as a moon guard, she is a rookie who has never been on the battlefield and has some experience.

This time Andrea took Latisia out of the woods to check. Sure enough, Latisia discovered clues in the dark night sky with Hawkeye technique.

A hideous dragon head with two horns poked out from behind the clouds in the air, and the yellow-brown dragon eyes stared straight at the grove where Andrea and others were hiding.

"really."

Onyxia said with a serious expression, "Saberian, the most trusted adjutant of Deathwings. Unexpectedly, he was not scared away by the previous luxurious lineup. It was me who was careless."
Chapter completed!