Tanred Proudmoore wanted to grab his command knife, but as he turned around, the shell-pierced deck behind him let out an overwhelmed groan, causing the little prince of Kul Tiras to subconsciously respond.
Looking over his head, he saw the blazing flames, and behind the flames, the sea covered with driftwood, corpses and firewood.
"It hurts..."
Tanred showed a smile with difficulty. He supported his body with his command knife that was blackened by the fire, climbed to the edge of the bridge of the Jackdaw, and looked at the sea that had been completely disrupted in front of him.
The sea is on fire...
The burning ship is slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea. The flames will not be extinguished immediately even if they come into contact with the cold sea water. They seem to be still burning on the bottom of the sea. A burned and hole-filled battle flag of Kul Tiras is on the bottom of the sea.
The water was swaying feebly, and what was reflected in those holes was a dark red sky.
The night sky lit by flames.
The fourth fleet of Kul Tiras is right in front of you. Those floating wreckage and corpses are scattered all over the sea. The cold reality. After tenaciously sinking the same number of ghost ships as our own, or even more, this fleet is glorious.
He completed his mission, opened the battlefield for the remaining three fleets, and forced one-third of the ghost fleet out of the fog.
In exchange, as a sacrifice to the sea, this entire fleet, together with nearly 30,000 loyal and brave sailors, were completely buried under this strange ocean.
"Father...only when I really stood in front of you did I know...those legendary stories turned out to be not your boasting."
Tanred leaned weakly under the mast of the Jackdaw that was broken from the center, and his blood-stained face turned to the other side, where his father Daelin Proudmoore was leading a fierce battle.
After that, the remaining one-third of the ghost ships slowly surrounded the Kul Tiras second fleet... which was by far the most complete fleet.
The invincible fleet that Kul Tiras had accumulated for hundreds of years was completely destroyed in this night's naval battle. In front of Dai Lin with full firepower, even if the four fleets gathered together, they were no match for him.
, the cruel naval battle has been going on for 4 hours, and less than a quarter of the remaining battleships are left. Once the second fleet is also destroyed, this naval battle will be completely hopeless.
A drop of cold tears fell from the corner of Tanred's eyes. This rebellious young prince hid in the darkness of the Jackdaw, which had lost its power. He covered his face with his hands to prevent others from seeing his weakness.
While his body was trembling, he seemed to be frightened, and he said to himself:
"Why are you so strong...how can you be so strong?"
"Why are you so strong... and swallowed by darkness..."
On the other side...
"puff"
Drake's body felt like it was hit by a battering ram. This prince with pure Kul Tiran blood, his tall body was like a delicate little girl at this time, facing Anna's sudden attack.
When fighting the death knights on the deck of the Queen, he and the remaining sailors under his command had no advantage at all.
In front of him was a guy wearing black armor and holding a heavy halberd. He was wearing a black mask and couldn't see his face clearly. He could only see the figure hanging behind the mask, which was tied into a single garment common to sailors.
Gray hair in ponytail.
He struck without mercy, with his superb combat skills and arrogant strength, he beat Prince Redeker back step by step. Seeing the prince being knocked to the ground, the surrounding sailors shouted random slogans and headed towards that
The powerful knight rushed over.
"Oh..."
The guy made a disdainful snort, and waved the halberd in his hand. With a simple but powerful sweep, the five sailors were thrown back to the place where they charged. Warm blood splashed everywhere, leaving the whole party in chaos.
The deck gets even worse.
The tall knight stepped forward, bent down, grabbed Prince Drake by his collar, and lifted him up in the air. Under the black mask, a pair of blue eyes stared at him, as if
The verdict is pronounced as follows:
"Derek Proudmoore, compared to your father..."
"You are too weak! I regret to announce that you are not qualified to rule this sea!"
"Ahem..."
A white halo flashed in Prince Drake's eyes. He turned to look at the tall knight, and showed a difficult smile:
"Yes, my father and I...can't be compared at all, but..."
"I am not the only one in the Proudmoore family!"
"Wow"
Crazy surging ice magic spurted out from behind the tall knight, and the armor behind him was quickly sealed in the ice. The knight turned around, roared and smashed the halberd at the Archmage Jaina who was attacking from behind, but
The moment before the halberd came into contact with the Archmage, thick, sharp ice burst out from every corner of the knight's body, completely freezing him in the solid frost.
This is not ordinary frost magic at all. A trace of white light has appeared in Jaina's original blue eyes. She seems to be unable to control the powerful magic reverberating in her body. While freezing this death knight, it also takes the entire Queen Anna with it.
One-third of the ship was sealed in the ice.
"Bang"
Derek struggled to free his collar from the knight's hands. He fell on the cold deck and was quickly picked up by Tanred who staggered over. The two brothers who had not seen each other for a long time held hands.
Together, between eye contact, Tanred whispered:
"I'm back, brother."
"Welcome home, brother... Unfortunately, I can't hold a party for you now, ahem..."
Derek, who was severely burned, struggled to make a joke, and the next moment, blood overflowed from his mouth.
"Don't talk, brother."
Jaina walked forward with a cane. She looked back at the huge black ship roaring in the storm on the sea in the distance, and a trace of weakness flashed in her eyes.
"We failed... Together we are no match for my father... Let's go, I will take you out of here."
The archmage's voice was low, not concealing her inner loss and despair. Her elder brother and younger brother stood beside her. The three siblings looked at the sea in the distance in silence, looking at their father, who was once in Kul Tiras.
The proud son of the sea, Dailin, used ruthless artillery fire to send the Kul Tiran Armada, which had been completely crippled, to the bottom of the sea one by one.
They are powerless... They are too immature. Even if they are immature together, they cannot resist Dai Lin's power.
"Let's go, Anna."
Drake picked up a green coat worn by Kul Tiran sailors from the ground and draped it on himself. He placed his hand on the edge of the Queen Anna's prow statue, which had been torn apart by a third.
He turned around and showed a sad smile to his brother and sister:
"Take Tanred home and tell his mother that his son is not a coward...Don't tell her about his father. Her heart is not good. Let her keep the best memories of her father."
"Brother, I..."
"Shut up!"
Drake turned around and his voice became deeper:
"Take him away. I want to fulfill the responsibilities and missions of an admiral and captain... I want to tell my father and Daelin with actions... Proudmoore has not been defeated by him. At least, I have not failed.
..."
"I will... be buried deep under the sea. This is my destiny... go ahead."
There was no rebuttal voice from behind Drake, but he could feel that his younger brother and sister had not left yet, which made Derek feel angry, who was already determined to die. He turned around and was about to scold his relatives, but
When I saw Tanred and Jaina's eyes, they seemed to be glazed over, looking up at the starry sky above their heads.
So, Drake looked up following their gazes, and he saw... stars, swaying stars.
"That's...what's that?"
In the question of the Kul Tiras Admiral, the first ray of bright starlight fell from the sky, just like the meteorite spell summoned by the mages, with a swaying light in the dark curtain, falling to the distant sea. This is
Like a signal, the second, third, and fourth stars followed closely. In just a few seconds, the entire starry sky above their heads began to fall apart under the influence of strange forces.
"This is... magic!"
Jaina said tremblingly:
"It's a powerful magic that we can't imagine..."
"Wow"
After the archmage's words fell, before their eyes, in the deepest darkness, a sudden burst of light dazzled everyone's eyes. In that sword-like light, it enveloped Whispering Harbor
The icy fog outside the sea is falling apart layer by layer, just like encountering the hottest sun.
And under the light of dawn, there was an entire fleet spread across the sea... It was a fleet that Drake had never seen before, a fleet from another continent.
"Elune's light will drive away the night!"
A hoarse and magnetic female voice resounded throughout the sea at this moment. As her voice echoed, Dai Lin used the legendary sword Fate and Destiny in her hand as a medium to evoke the storm that filled the sky like a pair of invisible eyes.
The hand that arrived seemed to be smoothing, making the entire chaotic sea calm down at this moment.
Tanred, who was watching all this, seemed to be dumbfounded. He didn't know where the strength came from, and he quickly rushed up to the broken mast of the Queen Anna. From a higher place, he saw it.
The golden-red fleet was cutting through the wind and waves on the sea, advancing rapidly, and the battle flag of Quel'Thalas was like a swaying fire phoenix.
"The Sun King's Sun Sail Fleet...they are back!"
There is also a fleet of smaller numbers, weird shapes, decorated with various wild war flags, filled with tall orcs. The leader is the old chief holding a red tribal war flag.
The orcs of the previous era, Orgrim Doomhammer.
"And the orcs! They're here to help too!"
This was not over yet. Outside of the red high elf fleet and the slightly chaotic orc fleet, under the light of the dispersing magic released by the Sun King himself, Tanred saw...the light-shaped ships that spread all over the sea.
And Classical, under the influence of mysterious power, filled its sails and formed a purple fleet that moved quickly like silent water striders.
Their numbers were so densely packed that it was almost impossible to see the edges at a glance, and the battle flags hanging above these classical battleships were purple flags that Tanred had never seen before, dotted with moons and strange emblems.
But he could probably guess who it was.
"The Kaldorei...the night elves, they...they are here too! Oh my god, they have so many warships...hundreds? No, no, no, thousands! Oh my god..."
Before Tanred's real-time broadcast ended, I heard that pleasant woman's voice again, full of compassion and ethereal feeling.
"The monsters that violate the cycle of life and death, return to the endless starlight!"
Just like some kind of order, at the moment when the sound sounded, the falling of stars that had just stopped was started again, and this time the falling of the meteorites was more precise. Those who had been removed from the fog defense were lost in the previous naval battle.
A large part of the ghost fleet suddenly suffered heavy casualties.
Ghost ships were smashed into the seabed by meteorites one after another, and even the powerful King Power of the Sea retreated for the first time in the face of this far-beyond worldly power.
But Dai Lin was not afraid, even if the number of fleets in front of him was more than ten times that of his fleet. There was only a trace of resentment in the eyes of the Dark Blade naval commander. He strolled onto the bridge behind the King Power, and he
Standing alone behind the ship, looking at the fleet approaching with great momentum.
"Lotha's reinforcements? It seems... they really learned something from their defeat."
Dai Lin's hollow voice sounded on the sea, calm and indifferent:
"But unfortunately, we still taught you the word unity..."
"Swish, swish, swish"
The moment Dai Lin's words fell, the huge floating city of Dark Temple appeared on the sea that was about to dawn in the light of space. Several beams of teleportation light shined on the Sea King Power. Those who had been waiting for a long time
The death lords slowly walked out of it.
"Kael'thas... It seems that you have finally become a wise ruler. I am very happy about this..."
Anastarian Sun Chaser, who was wearing a silver crown, waved the crystal clear ice demon blade in his hand. In front of his eyes, the Sun King, who was full of confidence just now, had fallen into a strange state of anger and guilt.
middle.
"Orgrim, the usurper... we meet again, and this time, we must come to an end."
Grokush's body is still wrapped with a black halo, which is the death energy repairing his weak body. However, considering that his opponent is also the aging Warchief Orgrim, there seems to be no relationship between the two parties.
There isn't much of a power gap. This is the first time Grokush has acknowledged his past identity. At this time, he appears as the Forgotten Kings.
"Who are you? Roadblocker."
In front of the night elf fleet, the holy-looking moon god Tyrande Whisperwind was looking at the red figure floating calmly on the sea in front of him. It was a beautiful and coquettish high elf, wearing a blood-red long suit.
She wore a skirt and an exquisite crown on her head. In her hand, a long sword made of blood cast an ominous and obscure aura on her.
She raised her head and stared at the powerful Moon God Priest in front of her with her blood-red eyes. She sighed and replied softly:
"The High Priest of the Moon, Tyrande... My name is Alleria. It's a pity that we meet under such circumstances today..."
"But, you have gone too far..."
Behind her, a bright red halo rippled on the Sunless Sea, just like that time in Quel'Thalas. Those ominous rays slowly dyed the moonlight behind her an ominous red.
.
"In the name of the Blood Mistress, I would like to send you... home!"
Can those who have been driving the rhythm in this chapter stop for a while?
