Standing on the bridge of his flagship "Sea King", Daelin Proudmoore no longer had the graceful image he once had. He sailed back to Kul Tiras from Southsea Town in 2 days. Admiral
Almost every sailor in his two fleets was pushed to the extreme.
This is already an unimaginable super speed in the age of sailing ships.
At this time, seeing the land he loved shrouded in smoke and destructive war clouds, the King of Kul Tiras had disheveled hair, a gloomy face, and a hoarse voice. He was as anxious as an angry lion, walking back and forth on the bridge.
With.
"Faster!"
His roar sounded above the deck again. The sailors were busy on the deck silently, taking off the cannon jackets from the artillery on both sides and stacking the shells in specific areas. The sailors fighting on land were repairing their weapons. Every day
There was undisguised anger on everyone's face.
Anyone who hears that his homeland has been captured by the enemy should feel angry.
Under the cabins of these two fleets, there are also the Paladins assembled by the Knights of the Silver Hand, the most courageous infantry in the empire, the great sword knights of the Arathor Empire, dwarf mortar operators who like to play with explosives, and some
The elf ranger is good at long-range assassination. The ballast at the bottom of the cabin is even more frightening, a shiny steam tank that has been wiped.
This is a fleet armed to the teeth, a fleet filled with the fury of revenge. The Human Empire has lost the Kingdom of Stormwind and Khaz Modan. No one with any sense can allow Kul Tiras to fall to the undead.
under the iron hooves.
However, will is one thing, anger is one thing, but reality is another.
Now, two of the three large islands in the Kingdom of Kul Tiras have been infiltrated and occupied by the undead. Even if Dailin is unwilling to give up just like that, even if the empire is willing to do its best to assist, it must be done in a short time.
Driving the undead into the sea within a short period of time is also a very difficult thing to do.
"I see Boralus! Just ahead!"
The pilot's shout cheered everyone on the deck up, but when the fleet crossed the col of Tiragarde Strait and saw the dead city exuding black gunpowder smoke from a distance, everyone
Everyone fell into an eerie silence.
The pearl of Kul Tiras, the great port city that symbolized freedom, was destroyed in this way. Only some mindless zombies were left in the once bustling port to clean up the ruins, and what was originally hanging in the port square was
The Kul Tiran battle flag fluttering in the wind was also removed, replaced by the black, ominous Broken Blade flag.
This scene made Dai Lin's fingers tightly clasp the railing of the bridge in front of her. During the clicking sound, the light bursting out from the king's eyes was like a real burning flame.
"Blow those ships!"
Dai Lin pulled out the command knife from her waist and shouted loudly:
"Open the port and shoot out every cannonball! Tell the undead that we are back!"
"Kakakakakaka"
As the two fleets collectively turned their rudders on the sea outside Tiragarde Strait, the wooden ships made a rattling sound under the pressure of huge pressure. The tall portholes on both sides of the battleship were opened, and a door
The cannons emitting black light were pushed into the gun positions, and the most powerful flagship "Sea King Power" only had an astonishing 35 cannons on one side. Coupled with the temporarily placed cannons on the deck, this battleship all fired at once.
If you shoot it, you can send any enemy in front of you to hell.
The admiral personally raised the red signal flag. He stared at the city that belonged to him but had been thrown into hell. The next moment, the blood-red signal flag in his hand suddenly waved down.
"Boom boom boom boom boom"
Like thunder rising from the sea, the roaring scorching shells made a sharp scream in the air and sent splashes flying all over the sea. However, they also successfully destroyed those controlled by the undead and deliberately blocked the entrance to the port.
There were pirate ships and merchant ships there. This was the "fleet" Tyrion had assembled in two days. He found all the available ships and equipped them with undead.
The Darkblade King did not expect to defeat the Kul Tiras Armada with the fleet assembled like this. He just wanted to see with his own eyes the power of the Armada.
And now, he saw it.
A single salvo from the First Fleet sent a third of the hastily organized Undead Fleet into the icy sea. However, the Undead Fleet's counterattack was sparse, and the shells flying randomly failed to even hit a single ship.
The supply ship and the water splashing around on the sea are like a mockery.
Laughing at the undead's overestimation of their abilities.
The power of the Kul Tiras Armada was fully demonstrated in this wave of bombardment. Compared with the land army, the navy, an army that requires extremely high quality, is obviously still somewhat unable to perform with the current composition of the undead.
A few minutes later, the calibrated artillery of the First Fleet fired again. This time, the remaining ships were all shrouded in the rain of bullets falling from the sky. No matter how hard the death knights who controlled the ships tried, they could not let themselves go.
Get further away from this roaring hell with your own ship.
And this scene of being beaten by the Kul Tirans on the sea and unable to fight back completely fell into the eyes of Tyrion, who was standing in the corner of the city in the distance, and something flashed in the eyes of the Dark Blade King.
He was unwilling to give up, but as he said, when he came to Kul Tiras this time, he came alone, and only the high-ranking knights of Al accompanied him. If there was a Screamer Legion that could occupy the air superiority, he might still be able to do so.
Can fight with the Kul Tiras fleet.
But now, facing the absolutely superior firepower of Dai Lin's command, unless Tyrion comes on the scene in person, the undead clinging to the port area have no chance.
"I feel more and more that the Dark Blade urgently needs a true admiral."
Tyrion said to the El Knight standing behind him:
"The navy of Kul Tiras is a huge threat. We must have the same force in our hands to fight against it. How long has it been since I encountered this kind of war that is suppressed and has no breathing space? It's really terrible.
experience!”
"We have the Crimson Sword, Your Majesty."
The El Knight comforted his king softly: "I have seen that fleet with my own eyes. It is protected by the fog of war. If necessary, it can even dive under the sea water. Its firepower is fully sufficient to fight against the Kul Tiran fleet.
, they are just not here. If we were more prepared, even Dai Lin would not be able to do it so easily..."
"Are you comforting me? Al."
Tyrion waved his hand to interrupt the high-ranking knight's speech, and said in a deep voice:
"Am I so fragile in your eyes? Don't find reasons for our failure. If we lose, we lose! As for the Crimson Sword? The comparison on paper is meaningless. That ghost fleet is just a toy in my opinion.
...It lacks a soul, it lacks a real core.”
The King of the Dark Blade stared closely at the invincible fleet that slowly leaned on the cleared dock and began to march towards the ground. He looked at the king with his brave sailors who rushed towards the port square like a tiger. He said softly:
"But it doesn't matter, it will be complete soon."
The El Knight was silent for a moment, and he asked in a low voice:
"So what now? Your Majesty, how should we deal with these angry Kul Tirans?"
"Evacuate the city. It is the most basic rule of war. Do not fight the enemy on their territory."
Tyrion looked back at the dim Boralus for the last time, and turned towards the exit of the city:
"Line up on the ground outside the city. As long as Dai Lin and his soldiers dare to come to see me, let them see our advantage! By the way, the remaining mines can be used. Before leaving,
Maybe it would be better to leave some "gifts" for old friends."
"Let's go, Al, Kul Tiras is just a second battlefield that distracts attention. Its victory will not play a decisive role. It's time for us to go back to the mainland. It's time for us to go back to the real battlefield. I hope mankind
Already prepared.”
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"The undead retreated? They evacuated the city?"
Standing at the entrance of Proudmoore Fortress, the Admiral listened to the scout's report. At this moment, his forehead was full of wrinkles. Based on his understanding of the Blackblade Undead, they should not be able to retreat so easily.
"Maybe they saw the power of the First Fleet and the dead people were afraid."
Prince Drake, who was following his father, said softly:
"The toy fleet they built was destroyed by two rounds of artillery fire. This should have dampened their confidence and made them understand that the Kul Tiran fleet cannot be stopped on the sea."
"No! Don't think that, Derek!"
Dai Lin looked at his son sternly and said in a deep voice:
"Never overestimate yourself and never underestimate the enemy, especially when facing opponents like the undead, they will not be afraid! If they retreat, it only means that they are preparing another attack!"
"Drake, lead the marines and the coming paladins to clear the entire city and establish a frontline defense belt. While the civilians are moving, I don't want to see any undead disturbing us."
"As you command, Your Majesty!"
Prince Drake subconsciously straightened his body and accepted the order. After a moment, he hurriedly left with his guards, while Dailin walked into Proudmoore's fortress with some worry.
"Catherine, my love, hold on, it won't hurt soon."
The king looked at the haggard queen in front of him. There was undisguised distress in his eyes. Queen Catherine was obviously in pain. The Archbishop of Chaldea who came with the army was changing her bandage. The wound was seriously infected.
, the power of the local tide sages is more inclined to offense and defense. In terms of healing, the power from the sea is not as significant as the holy light.
But even in pain, Queen Catherine's hand held her husband's hand tightly, with tears in her sad eyes, she whispered:
"Dai Lin, I forgot some things, some very important things... I can't forgive myself."
"Don't talk, don't talk...be good."
The king reached out and held the fragile queen in his arms. As a husband, he failed to fulfill his responsibility. As a king, in the battle where the undead destroyed Boralus, he also allowed his people to die for the first time.
Disappointed.
This made Dai Lin feel very painful. After the Chaldean priest quietly left the room, the king and the queen cuddled together, enjoying the quiet time that belonged to the two of them.
Unlike other kings and queens who have tense relationships, Dai Lin and Catherine's relationship is really good, and they can definitely be called a loving couple.
"The undead have retreated. Drake and I are back. We will not leave. We will fight them on our land to the end! Then we will get our lost land back bit by bit."
Dai Lin stroked his wife's hair, kissed her on the forehead, and whispered:
"This time, we will never leave you again."
"Dai Lin, listen to me."
Queen Catherine no longer looked like a strong woman at this time. She leaned obediently in her husband's arms. She held Dai Lin's hand and whispered:
"We should have another son... I'm not crazy, really, I remember it very clearly... I just, I just forgot his name... He disappeared with the Fourth Fleet, we have to find him
He, we must find him!"
Dai Lin's eyes narrowed.
"Drake told me the same thing more than once. He also remembered that he should have a younger brother. Before I left, I met Anna in Dalaran. Our daughter also said the same thing... And I, in
In my dream last night, I saw his back, but does it really exist? Or is it just our fantasy? "
Obscure thoughts appeared in the king's mind, and finally he sighed.
"What an eventful year it has been."
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"You are such a busy man, Mr. Chaldea. It is so difficult to see you."
The night in Tiragarde Strait is colder than that on the mainland. Among the ruins outside the city, under a hill only a few thousand yards away from the frontline defense zone established by the imperial soldiers, two people wearing black hoods
They were 5 meters apart and looked at each other.
The Chaldean priest's fingers were tightly clasped on the purple dagger at his waist. He looked at the Dark Blade King in front of him with vigilance. He asked in a deep voice:
"Why do you want to see me? Besides, those vampires lurking in the empire are your creation, right?"
"Let's not talk about that matter for now, it's just a hidden secret."
Tyrion waved his hand, skipped the topic, and said:
"Remove your fingers from the hilt of Xal'atath, Shadow Priest, that magic blade is very dangerous, but you can't control it yet. If we guessed correctly, she should have advised you the same way, right?
Bar?"
The Dark Blade King's eyes fell on the purple special-shaped dagger on the Chaldean priest's waist. He waved to the dagger in a tone of greeting to a new friend:
"Hi, the mysterious fifth ancient god, Miss Xalatas, what are you whispering to Mr. Chaldea?"
