On the war-torn plains where men and horses were fighting, the cannonballs fired from the walls of Whispering Port streaked across the night sky, and finally hit the heads of the Darkblade Undead who were marching forward.
This solid cannonball beats on the ground, like a ball kicked by naughty children, but everyone who blocks its path will be easily torn apart until the fuse in the cannonball ignites the gunpowder inside.
, and then suddenly burst out into scorching flames, swallowing up several surrounding undead infantrymen.
The lethality of these old artillery is extremely limited. Even after the explosion, it is difficult to affect more soldiers. Compared with the newly installed howitzers of the Dark Blade Legion, this thing is like an old man stumbling forward on the battlefield.
For every shell fired by the human artillery, at least 3 shells could be fired from the Dark Blade Legion's position with higher accuracy. However, the legion commander did not aim the artillery at the fiercely fighting human soldiers on the battlefield.
The muzzle of the artillery was raised and aimed at the wall of Whispering Harbor.
Serende Firewing, the commander of the artillery unit commanding the battle on the front line, knew very well that once the walls of Whispering Port collapsed, the undead army would be able to march straight into the city. By that time, no matter how brave Lothar's soldiers were,
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop the all-out attack from several battle groups.
Another problem is that Lothar's strategic vision is too outstanding. The width of the battlefield in front of Whispering Port is very narrow, and the port is built right between the mountains at the foot of the mountain. It is extremely easy to defend and difficult to attack, and cannot be taken.
Going down the city wall means that the numerical advantage of the undead is difficult to turn into a crushing combat power.
It is almost the same as the Arathi battlefield back then. The only difference is that there is no bridge that can be destroyed here. The undead who have superiority in quantity and quality can only attack in the way Lothar expected. This is huge.
The combat capabilities of the undead were restricted, and the sky forces were also hindered by the almost suicidal approach of the human air force.
Those dwarf knights who were beaten to death would even be so crazy that they would hold bombs and die together with the bone dragon... And this is not a small probability event. The human mages all over the city walls also propped up a purple magic barrier over Whispering Harbor.
, making it impossible for the more flexible Necromancers to use bombing tactics to achieve results.
The city close to the sea looks like it is covered with a turtle shell.
In short, in the last battle in northern Xinjiang, Lothar and his soldiers had risked everything. With no way to retreat, they broke out in the night with such violence that even the undead felt toothache.
Combat power, it seemed, after every soldier on the battlefield began to risk their lives, the silent and indifferent undead did not seem so scary anymore.
Although the battle is superior, every commander with a clear mind knows that when the soldiers' courage begins to dissipate due to time, that is when the truly difficult battle begins.
Now this little victory is just an appetizer for both humans and undead.
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The battlefield outside Whispering Harbor was in chaos, and the port within the city was also in panic. The final battle had begun. Both civilians and sailors knew very well that the soldiers of the empire were using their lives to buy them time to transfer.
Therefore, every ship in the dock, as long as there is still space, will lower the planks and hanging ladders to load the civilians crowded on the dock onto the ship.
Once a ship is full, it will leave the dock at the fastest speed, and another ship will follow it. There are even waves of small sampans filled with civilians, setting off from the dock to those who cannot enter the port.
Near the ship.
The entire port was buzzing with people under the illumination of giant searchlights. From time to time, unlucky people were squeezed off the pier and fell into the cold sea water. In such a critical situation, no one would take the initiative to save them.
"Admiral, this won't work, we simply don't have enough ships!"
Derek Promodel, wearing a blue captain's uniform, looked at the chart in front of him solemnly. Beside him, his first mate, Colonel Sanders Valentine, was reporting anxiously on the fleet's status.
Condition:
"We have just searched all the ships in the port. Scholars have calculated it several times. Even if every ship is full of civilians, it will not be able to take away all the people in the port... not even one third.
Don’t leave!”
"Get rid of the ballast on every ship! Let the able-bodied men stay in the bottom warehouse, so that more can be taken away."
Drake said in a deep voice:
"Let the sailors tie up the people on the deck with cables so that some can be taken away!"
"This is too dangerous, Admiral. Once there is a naval battle, the men in the bottom warehouse will..."
Colonel Sanders retorted, and saw the indifference in Drake's eyes:
"Execute the order! First officer, I don't think these undead will allow us to run a second time. Starting from the worst-case scenario, we must make a difficult choice."
"Leave the safety issue to the Kul Tiras First and Second Fleets. I will take our sailors to clear all dangers on the sea for them. What they have to do is to sail the ship smoothly until the end.
Send these civilians safely to Kul Tiras or Tol Barad! Take my words to the captain of every ship. Even if the artillery emplacements are removed and every ship is hauled onto a sampan, you must give it to me.
Put on the last man! Got it?”
"This...this..."
The young first mate was speechless, but the words "disregarding human life" were clearly written on his face. For these sailors who have been walking on the sea all year round, he knew very well what the admiral's order meant.
What.
Most of the empire's "immigration" fleets are conscripted merchant ships. In addition to the necessary sailors and technical crew, these ships can only carry 100 people at most. The goblin merchant ships and pirate ships can hold 200-300 people depending on the model.
, the merchant ships belonging to Count Barov and other noble merchants are standard models produced by the Kul Tiras Shipyard, and can only carry an additional 400 people at full capacity.
The nearly 40 troop transport ships assembled by Kul Tiras and other kingdom fleets have the largest capacity, and each troop transport ship can carry nearly 800 people at a time.
But the problem is that what is now loaded on the ship is not goods that can be exposed to the weather, but people! They are fragile people...
These merchant ships, fully loaded with people, are like unstable bombs suspended on the sea. As long as there is a slight disturbance, even a bigger wind and wave, it is enough to kill the entire ship. Although in Kurti
With the help of the remaining Tide Sages who have experienced the Great Purge in Lars, it is unlikely that these ships will be submerged by the storm, but it is not difficult to imagine the difficulty and madness of this transportation.
"Sanders, I know you're going to think I'm crazy, but listen to me, we have to do it!"
Admiral Drake raised his head and looked at the portrait of his father Dai Lin hanging in his cabin. He subconsciously clenched the command knife at his waist and said in a deep voice:
"Times have changed. Kul Tiras can no longer exist independently of the Empire. We are part of the Empire. Now, we must dedicate our strength to our common country...at all costs!"
"Ding, ding, ding"
The navigation bell placed on the flagship of the First Fleet, the "Queen Anna", Admiral Derek's ship, made a low sound, causing the entire dock to ring with harsh bells. This meant that the fleet was about to set sail. Those
The civilians who were crying on the dock were stopped by the guards to prevent them from rushing into the sea in excitement.
But those cries, shouts, and roars made the heavily armed guards and paladins, as well as the civilians who escaped on the fleet deck, silently mourn. There were many parents in the crowd holding their children high, shouting
, trying to get the sailors to take away their children, some unbearable civilians held hands, and in the steady water flow stirred up by the Tide Sages, when the ships moved slowly, they stretched most of their bodies out of the deck,
While wandering around, I tried to take away as many children as I could.
For a moment, the sharp cries of the children who had been separated from their parents were heard. Jaina, who was standing on the bridge of the Queen Anna, couldn't help but clenched her staff. The emotional archmage turned around and tried hard not to cry.
Go see that apocalyptic scene.
In this cold night, the world throws the most terrifying nightmare on top of human civilization.
"I'm too weak..."
In the cold wind, Jaina murmured to herself. She leaned weakly on the side of the ship, her fingers tightened on her staff, and there was even a trace of veins between her fingers.
"If I could have killed Tyrion that night...that night...if...it wouldn't...it wouldn't be like this..."
She closed her eyes and let tears slide down her cheeks. Her fingers clenched the silver anchor pendant floating on her chest, which was the only relic given to her by her father.
"Father...if I were stronger..."
In the night behind her, in the sky outside Whispering Harbor, on the battlefield where the undead and warriors fought, the roar of artillery fire seemed to cover up the despair flowing silently in the darkness.
And under the escort of the Kul Tiras First and Second Fleets, this fleet of nearly 300 large and small ships sailed out of the Whispering Port, bypassed the straits of the Tirisfal Mountains, and was about to enter the Endless Sea.
At the moment of the sea, the Creator seemed to hear Jaina's prayer. In the strange fog shrouding the outer sea, a huge, dark and familiar battleship slowly rose from the bottom of the sea, like a swordsman blocking the road.
Blocking the front of this giant fleet.
"Whoosh, whoosh"
The cold seawater lapped at the hull of the resurrected King of the Sea. The black hull, which no longer looked like a simple wooden material, echoed like steel. It was at least three times larger than the previous battleship.
The black ship sailed in the mist, and everywhere it went, the rising icy mist enveloped the sea behind it.
On the bridge covered with seaweed and strange deep-sea parasites, a black figure stood there like a sculpture. He seemed to be the only one on the entire ship. The deep mist wrapped around his body, and in the black
, outside the gorgeous captain's uniform without a trace of wrinkles, a cold hand with black gloves is holding the handle of a strange golden sword.
Dai Lin hummed a low and hoarse ballad. His humming mixed with the cold sea tide, rolling on the dark sea. The familiar song soon crossed the sea and reached Kultira in front of him.
In the cabin of the flagship of Sri Lanka's First Fleet.
Admiral Drake, who was concentrating with his eyes closed, suddenly raised his head. He grabbed his blue captain's hat and command knife and rushed to the bridge. The deck was already filled with confused soldiers, and on the ship
On the bridge, Drake's sister, Archmage Jaina, was also holding her staff, looking at the sea shrouded in fog and the giant black battleship looming in the fog.
"What is that?"
Derek put his hand on his sister's shoulder, who shook her head blankly. She didn't notice that the silver anchor pendant hanging around her neck was already glowing.
"This is...this song, this hum, this is...the daughter of the sea?"
Drake has traveled the entire endless sea with his father since he was a child. He has seen many strange things happening on the sea, including the legends of ghost ships, but Drake has never believed these. He has even dismantled several ships with his own hands.
A ship infected by evil magic, but this one...
"Holy Light, this is bigger than my father's Royal Power of the Sea...Wait a minute, this ship..."
The admiral's eyes widened. He turned around and looked at his sister. Jaina was even more stunned. In the mage's excellent vision, she could clearly see the figure standing on the bridge of the empty ship.
That familiar figure, but tainted by darkness.
"Father..."
"What?"
"I said...that's father...you read that right, brother, that is indeed the Sea King Power!"
The Kul Tiras First Fleet stopped at the edge of the foggy outer sea. The sound of battle horns resounded through the entire fleet. The Kul Tiras Second Fleet behind them quickly caught up, and those carrying them
The merchant ship full of civilians was ordered to retreat to a safe distance. On the deck of the Queen Anna, Derek Proudmoore shouted through amplification magic with a slightly trembling voice:
"This is the Kul Tiran fleet, the ships ahead! Announce your identity!"
This sound reached Dai Lin's ears, causing the admiral to let out a disdainful snort. His leather boots tapped the deck under his feet, like a signal. The next moment, Derek and Ji
As Anna watched in stunned silence, in the fog behind the giant black ship, silent warships slowly "crawled" out from under the sea.
Just like the undead crawling out of the tomb, in just an instant, outside the fog-wrapped outer sea, Kul Tiras' two fleets were surrounded by ghost ships several times their size.
Pairs of blue or dark red soul fires were ignited on the decks of those ghost ships. Under the dead gaze of the deep-sea sailors, the living people of the two fleets seemed to sail in without knowing it.
Like the abyss of the sea.
"My children..."
A familiar voice came from the deck of the giant black ship, and the footsteps in the darkness were like stepping on everyone's heartstrings.
"I really want to tell you how much I miss you... I also really want to watch you sailing on the sea with my own eyes... but..."
"The dead...cannot speak."
Dai Lin's figure finally appeared in the eyes of Drake and Jaina. Their father held a dark gold sword wrapped in black smoke and said in a voice that made people feel cold to the bone:
"Come, descendants of Proudmoore... my most beloved sons and daughters..."
