Just as Daelin and his son climbed out of the cabin, they saw Lor'themar's armor-piercing arrows shooting out from the bow. The enchantment on the arrows shimmered and pierced the dark air.
Like a bolt of white lightning, the red ranger's bow string trembled rapidly in the air. The blow was so powerful that it even brought out the sound of howling wind.
In Dai Lin's wide eyes, the armor-piercing arrow whizzed out and accurately hit the target, which was the orc riding behind the young dragon. When the arrow in the wind pierced his body, a huge force
Pushing the arrow shaft forward, it pierced his heart and finally opened a terrifying flesh and blood hole in his chest.
The long whip wielded by the orc is still hovering in the air, and his angry face is still ferocious, as if he can still roar in the next moment.
But as the baby dragon's body shook, the lifeless body finally fell from the saddle and fell into the cold seawater like a stone.
The water it splashed was no different from the water splashed by other corpses into the water. This orc, who had lofty ideals and was only a small step away from realizing his ideals, died like this, killed by an assassination arrow shot from behind.
, died simply and neatly, without even any last words.
"Fu"
Tyrion, who poked his head out of the water, and Lor'themar, who was leaning on the mast on the deck, breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Although it only lasted a few minutes, this adventure was more dangerous than any long-lasting battle, because
If you are not careful, you may lose everything, even yourself.
But they finally won, but not everyone was satisfied with the result.
"That dragon is going to run away! It has killed so many of us, we can't let it run away!"
Prince Drake, who ran out of the cabin, pointed at the young dragon that turned around in the sky, and anxiously shouted to Lor'themar:
"Ranger! Shoot it down!"
Lor'themar shook his head. Ordinary arrows could not penetrate the dragon's scales, and arrows that could penetrate the dragon's scales were not always carried.
Seeing that Lor'themar was helpless, Drake gritted his teeth. He was not an arrogant prince. When others could not help, he was more accustomed to doing it himself. He turned around and rushed towards the largest caliber artillery on the deck.
.
Although he is a prince, he has grown up under Dai Lin's strict requirements since he was a child. He is a lieutenant commander in the Kul Tiran Navy. He does not rely on his father's reputation at all. He is fighting against the vicious pirates who roam the sea.
He was promoted in battle.
Skillfully loading the shells and taking aim, the moment the baby dragon flapped its wings and flew into the sky, the cannon roared, shaking the ship that was about to fall apart.
And at the moment when the fiery shells rushed out of the barrel...
"Well, this water is really disgusting..."
Tyrion stretched out his head from the water and glanced at the orc corpse floating beside him with disgust. He raised his head and saw Lor'themar's hand stretched out towards him. The thumb of his left hand was already dripping with blood. It seemed that for
When he shot that fatal arrow, he didn't even wear a gauntlet.
"You are really hardworking!"
Tyrion whispered something, grabbed Lor'themar's hand, and climbed onto the deck from the water. He turned his head and saw the cannonball fired by Drake. The solid shell made a path in the sea breeze.
The trajectory almost missed the young dragon's wings as it flew out.
"Tsk, what a pity..."
Tyrion whispered to Lor'themar, who had a calm face and was wrapping up the wound: "It's just a little bit..."
"Bang"
Seeing that he had let his prey run away, Prince Drake punched the side of the ship next to him in disappointment. He was frustrated and anxious, scratching his head. This was perhaps the most painful failure he had ever experienced, and three battleships were killed.
In the sudden attack of the young dragon, the proud prince could not bear the murderer of this massacre and ran away.
"Son, are you desperate?"
Dai Lin, who was watching coldly, stood up unsteadily with a long sword. He nodded towards the two elves, which was very consistent with the posture of a king. He stood behind the cannon and looked at the swaying and about to fly in the sky.
The young dragon was out of shooting range, and he put his hand on his son's shoulder:
"Load it for me, Drake... How can you allow it to escape after it has come this far! Use chain bullets!"
"Yes! Father!"
Prince Drake took off his tattered navy uniform, used it to quickly clean the barrel of the cannon, and put a hammer ball into the muzzle. The admiral and His Majesty the King personally operated the cannon, his face covered with black and gray.
The great knights were assisting.
Looking at the busyness of humans, Tyrion shook his head slightly. He looked at the dragon flying further and further away, and he said softly:
"It's too far to miss...it's too far."
"Charge! Charge again! This is a cannon handmade by the dwarf master. It can withstand excessive impact, three times more!"
The admiral held a lit torch. After loading and aiming, he turned to look at the two elf rangers around him, especially Tyrion, and smiled in a hoarse voice:
"Ranger, don't be so pessimistic and believe in miracles... Then, in return for being saved, our Proudmoore family will perform a feat of slaying a dragon in front of the distinguished guests!"
"boom"
At the moment when the storm on the sea surface of Nanhai Town was about to take shape, the triple-charged artillery "jumped" at this moment. It seemed that there was only one step away from exploding the chamber, and the red cannonball wrapped in
Flames flew out of the barrel, and the extremely dangerous amount of gunpowder exploded with extreme power at this moment.
As Tyrion watched, the round chain ball flew in the air. When it reached its highest point, it suddenly separated from the center and roared through the sea wind. It was like a ball used by trolls to hunt, spinning rapidly.
Like a flying stone, it accurately hit the wings of the free young dragon, and then under the control of kinetic energy, it quickly rotated and tightened!
The scorching chains were wrapped around the flesh, and from a long distance, you could see the broken scales and dragon blood splashing out. This precise bombardment, combined with a little bit of luck, finally killed the last chance of the young dragon's escape!
"Ouch, ouch, ouch"
Along with the painful scream, the young dragon flapped its wings in the air with difficulty, but the left wing that had been bound could not be unfolded at all. In the end, it could only howl feebly, like a falling meteorite, beating in the air.
It turned and hit the sea behind.
"We made it! Father! You did it!"
Drake excitedly waved his hands to congratulate his father. At the same moment, the two rangers Tyrion and Lor'themar clearly saw the trajectory of the baby dragon's impact. Their expressions changed drastically, and they stretched out inexplicably.
He took action to grab a survivor, turned around and jumped into the sea behind him.
The survivors on the other boats were not fools either. At this moment, everyone rushed into the sea with all their might, trying to get as far away from the baby dragon's landing point as possible.
5 seconds later, the giant dragon falling from the sky hit the sea less than 15 yards away from the first ship. At this time, the sea was already roaring by the coming storm. This wave of strong collision
It directly set off a huge wave of nearly 5 meters high, easily involving the already dilapidated ship, just like a real big tide, throwing it high and then slamming it down!
"boom"
Tyrion, who was advancing crazily in the water, felt as if his back was pushed by a giant hand toward the cold seabed. At that moment, the world was spinning, and he could only hold on to the arm of Admiral Dai Lin at hand.
It is guaranteed that the two people will not be separated. In such waves, with Dai Lin's current weak condition, once they are separated... they will definitely die.
After the crazy spin, Tyrion opened his eyes in the water. He looked at Dai Lin struggling beside him, stretched out his hands to fix his body, shook his legs, and was about to rush to the sea, but Dai Lin forcibly stopped him.
, the Admiral pushed Tyrion's arm, and pointed his other hand behind Tyrion.
The Elf Ranger looked back, and there, the unconscious Prince Derek's body was slowly sliding towards the bottom of the sea.
Dai Lin's intention was obvious, to give up on him and save his son.
At this moment of life and death, the middle-aged man in front of him made a plea not as a king, but as a father.
But Tyrion shook his head at him...
In the remaining memory fragments in his mind, Dai Lin will not die in the second Orc War. Just like Tyrion said, his destiny is not here. As for his son, unfortunately, maybe the brave prince
He was killed in this sea battle, and the distance between the two people was too far. In this turbulent tide, even if Tyrion gave up Dai Lin now, he might not be able to save Drake.
"This is fate, a fate that cannot be changed..."
Tyrion forcibly carried the admiral and rushed to the sea. Even from the coldest and most rational point of view, saving a king is far more valuable than saving a prince.
But just before he rushed into the sea, he turned around sharply and saw a red figure rushing towards Drake quickly. That was Theron...
Tyrion watched Lor'themar pick up Drake and rush to the sea, his eyes narrowed at this moment...
Destiny...changed?
"puff"
The two people rushed out of the sea. Tyrion was breathing heavily. He raised his head and saw General Gavin Rad and those fearless sailors who rushed into the war zone despite the storm. The general of Stormwind City threw a fishing net at the two people.
Dragging them to the ship, Daelin struggled to sit up. When he saw Lor'themar and Drake being rescued on another ship, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn't until this moment that the seriously injured warrior king felt the weakness all over his body. He gritted his teeth and endured the darkening world in front of him. Before he fell into coma, the king grabbed Tai tightly.
Ryan's arm, he said in a deep voice:
"Thank you, Ranger, you and your friends saved our father and son twice... Now, Kul Tiras... owes you two a favor!"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch"
On the sea where the storm was approaching in the distance, Tyrion couldn't help but look back at the screams of the young dragon. The human survivors were rescued on rafts, and some soldiers wrapped chains around the body of the young dragon.
It seems that he wants to drag it back to Nanhai Town.
In the distant sky, the brewing storm has reached its final stage.
Four hours later, outside Nanhai Town, a farewell was taking place.
A not-so-big storm was raging, but on the town's pier, some soldiers were secretly feeding a giant beast.
It was the injured young dragon, which was also dragged back by General Gavin Rad before the storm came, and was to be sent to Lordaeron as a trophy.
The red scales had been pitted in the battle, and the admiral's final blow had almost completely torn off its left wing. Now, it was locked to the dock with thick chains, and most of its body was soaked in water.
In the water, it seemed to have reached some agreement with humans. It became weak from being violent and no longer thought about escaping.
Facing the meat thrown into the water by the soldiers, it was somewhat uninterested, but this could not change the soldiers' enthusiasm.
As an invisible prophet who knew everything, Tyrion was not very interested in the young dragon. He turned over and mounted his Quel'dorei horse. Behind him, 70 elven rangers were ready to leave.
"I have left 30 people here to guard our compatriots..."
Tyrion looked down at Lor'themar and said softly:
"I've done what I promised you. I hope you won't let me down, Theron..."
Lor'themar put his fist on his chest and whispered:
"On the name of my family, I will do it! Have a safe journey, Tyrion!"
"Maybe next time we meet, I should call you Lord."
Tyrion and Lor'themar made a little joke. After this battle, the awkward friendship between the two changed slightly, at least they were no longer strangers.
"It's time for me to leave. I should be able to return to the camp at midnight... Remember what I said, Lor'themar. If possible, tell this to your prince. In the war between humans and orcs, participate less. Then
It won't do Quel'Thalas any good at all!"
After saying that, Tyrion jumped on his horse's head, and with a roar of war horses, the 70 rangers embarked on their return journey.
Lor'themar stood there, watching Tyrion leave. He was still a little complicated about this so-called Ranger General's best student, not only because Tyrion had always overpowered him in the Ranger Academy, but more importantly.
What's more, after this incident, Lor'themar keenly felt that Tyrion, a guy who seemed very selfish on the surface... seemed to have an extraordinary persistence in fate.
"What on earth have you experienced..."
Lor'themar shook his head, turned around and walked back to the inn in Nanhai Town. He was going to rest. The moment he stepped into the inn, the ranger captain Serent who was left behind by Tyrion found Lor'themar with an anxious look on his face.
Therma.
He grabbed Lor'themar's arm and pulled him outside the town, where there was a large pit filled with orc corpses thrown over by soldiers.
For these damn invaders, no one is even willing to give them a final place of peace.
"Look here! Captain Lor'themar..."
Serent ignored the disgusting blood stains, jumped into the pile of corpses, pointed at a guy who was obviously different from other orcs and shouted loudly:
"The human sailors found him on the shore... It's a troll, a troll mixed in those orc troop carriers! I checked his tattoo, it's Amani!"
"Amani?! How come they appear in the orc army?! Are these beasts united with the orcs?"
Lor'themar's eyes widened at this moment, and the next moment, he thought of something more dangerous, and his eyes suddenly turned to the northeast:
