General Valentine held the rose sword in his hand. As he turned his wrist, the mad sailor with chaotic eyes and a strange gray-black mist wrapped around his body was stabbed through the chest, but he did not fall down immediately.
But he still looked like a violent warrior, waving his hands covered with disgusting energy like ghost claws, and roared violently.
The situation of the sailor in front of him is obviously that his body is dominated by some kind of dark power, and that power has begun to change his body from the inside, the abnormal diaphragm muscles, the distorted face, the energy emanating from the whole body,
The disgusting and corrupt gas, which was as pale as strange bubblings and mixed with black, made him look like a monster crawling out of a terrifying abyss.
"So difficult!"
General Valentine's blood-red eyes flashed with a cold light. The sword in his hand thrust forward, and the other hand quickly gathered into the vampire's bloody claws. One claw tore open the chest of the monster in front of him, and then tore the wrapped black
After the energy heart was shattered, the terrifying monster finally fell to the deck helplessly.
"Scatter them!"
The general shook the blood stains on his fingers in disgust. He gave an order, and the several undead guards following the general swung their weapons and slashed the crazy sailors without hesitation, trying to save the general and the only remaining ones.
The few commanders below who still had clear wills opened a way to escape. The entire deck was littered with dead bodies. The smell of blood mixed with gunpowder smoke was simply nauseating.
The Black Ark Fleet flagship "Blood Eagle" has now become a chaotic and terrible battlefield. Not to mention persisting in fighting the Armada, this ship, and even the entire fleet, can no longer even protect themselves.
That damn weird energy that suddenly appears and spreads like a plague among sailors has controlled the minds of most people, making them wave their weapons crazily, lose their minds like wild beasts, and vent their crazy emotions on themselves.
On his companions, there is no doubt that they were attacked, but not by the Armada, but by an invisible black hand.
"Bang"
Valentine looked back at his beloved ship for the last time. A trace of pain flashed in the blood general's eyes, but without much hesitation, he turned around and jumped off the deck, jumping into the lifeboat on the water. He picked up a
He held an oar and said to his companions sitting in the boat:
"Pull on, leave this devil's sea as quickly as possible, they are hopeless...don't let us fall into it too."
"General, that monster, what on earth is it?"
An obviously frightened dwarf engineering technician huddled tremblingly on the lifeboat. From time to time, he looked back fearfully at the crazy battleship and deck. He couldn't help but ask:
"Is that a disease, or a curse?"
"I have no idea!"
Valentine's mood was a little low. The crew of the Black Ark fleet lost control seemingly in an instant. When Valentine received the news, the weird loss of control and chaos could no longer be controlled. It was like
Like a plague, it infects the crowd wantonly. Any sailor infected by that black-gray energy will lose their mind and be infected by mania and chaos.
Just like a spark thrown into an oil barrel, flames will burst out in an instant and burn everything. Coupled with the constant oppression of the Armada, more and more sailors are defeated and are overwhelmed by the spreading weird power.
Corroding the mind, like rolling snowflakes, completely destroyed the order of more than a dozen battleships of Black Ark in just a few dozen minutes.
The vampire general shook his head. He looked at the turbid sea with ship fragments floating around him and said:
"There are many legends in this sea area. Maybe the devil's mist described in those legends is true. Maybe there is really a devil who manipulates people's hearts and is sealed in these dissipating fog... No one knows."
"I hope those brothers who escaped from this sea can send this news back to the Federation...No more people can be sent to die."
The vampire general gritted his teeth and looked at the artillery fire on the battlefield that had begun to stop gradually. He said softly:
"What is hidden under this sea and this continent is not hope..."
"However, it's not like there's no good news!"
The somewhat embarrassed Vampire general narrowed his eyes. He looked at the Imperial Armada, which had the upper hand in the naval battle. With the Vampire's excellent vision, he could see that some of the warships in the Armada seemed to be showing signs of chaos.
This made the vampire general say with a hint of joy:
"The devil in the fog destroyed us, and it will not let go of those stupid and arrogant imperial people...their armada is finished!"
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"Let all the ships behind move out!"
At this time, Tanred no longer had the calmness he had before. While he kicked the crazy sailor in front of him, he shouted to Major General Taylor behind him:
"Don't let them move forward! Let them go back! Exit this sea as quickly as possible!"
"good!"
The major general swung the war hammer in his hand and knocked over the Sharan soldiers blocking the road with one hammer. But at the moment he was about to rush into the bridge, a terrifying loud noise accompanied by the strong vibration of the Jackdaw caught him off guard.
The major general flew out and hit the blood-stained deck hard.
"Tear it apart"
Tanred raised his head in the strong vibration. He saw the bow of the battleship "Fury" that was originally surrounding the left side of the Jackdaw. It hit the Jackdaw diagonally in a collision attitude.
On the side of the ship, the bow shaped like a griffin spun and flew out during the impact, crushing several unlucky sailors into a pulp. What was even more terrifying was that the two moving warships used this method.
This "friction" posture interacted with each other, causing the entire main deck of the Jackdaw to emit a sound that made people's ears sore and their scalp numb.
That's the sound of an oak deck being overwhelmed...
The helmsman of the Furious had obviously lost control, and at the moment of "close contact" between the two ships, on the deck of the Furious, the sailors infected by the evil power were holding weapons like the craziest savages.
Like people, they grabbed the ship's side rope and swung to the top of the Jackdaw's deck. The moment they fell into the crowd, they raised their weapons involuntarily, and started slashing and killing crazily, regardless of who was in front of them.
For a moment, the deck that had just been suppressed by Tanred and his guards turned into a terrifying Shura killing field. What's even worse is that with the wanton flow of blood and anger, the originally calm guards
, there seemed to be a look of confusion in his eyes.
Tanred lowered his head and saw the silver anchor pendant hanging on his chest. The heirloom treasure of the Proudmoore family was rapidly shining with white light. The shining of this magical object was undoubtedly a warning to Tanred.
Rhett, something threatening, possibly some kind of curse or some kind of energy, is spreading rapidly on the deck.
Judging from the frequency with which this pendant shines, this energy has obviously accumulated to a very terrifying level...
"No wonder the people on the Black Ark jumped into the sea to escape...I see."
The Prince of the Sea waved his halberd and knocked to the ground the two Sharan soldiers who were attacking from behind. He looked left and right, put his fingers in his mouth, and whistled loudly to attract the attention of the guards who were still awake.
The power is concentrated on him.
"Everyone! Abandon ship!"
Tanred shouted, pulled out his sword with his backhand, and cut off the tight rope on the mast. The next moment, as the main sail whizzed down, the sea wind filled the sail, causing the entire stopped ship to start to accelerate again.
, the Sharan soldiers who were caught off guard could not maintain their body shape and fell to the deck one after another.
Taking advantage of this moment, the Prince of the Sea picked up Major General Taylor who was unconscious due to the impact, put him on his shoulders, then ran a few steps quickly, and with a perfect jumping posture, fell into the cold sea, and fluttered.
A few minutes later, Tanred and Taylor were pulled up by some sailors who found the lifeboat.
Behind them, the sound of slashing and killing on the Jackdaw, the roars and cries of pain before death silenced all those who fled.
It's not that they are unwilling to save those companions, it's that they...can't do it.
Both the Empire and the Federation thought they could control this newly rediscovered continent. However, the Mist Empire Pandaria gave these two arrogant guys two loud slaps with a arrogant gesture, completely putting an end to their struggle for hegemony.
Wake up from a sweet dream.
This continent that has been sealed for ten thousand years is really not as simple as it seems on the surface...
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"Work harder! The coast is just ahead!"
After drifting at sea for nearly an hour, Tanred and dozens of lucky sailors sat in 10 lifeboats and finally saw the coastline of Pandaria. This gave these tired Imperial soldiers new hope. They took turns using the boats.
The paddles paddled through the water, and soon the tide surged and the survivors were transported to a beach covered with white pebbles.
Tanred walked onto the beach while dripping with water. With some difficulty, he threw himself on the beach with his hands and feet. Behind him, the sailors who had narrowly escaped death also looked listless in silence. No wonder they were watching the empire's attack on the beach.
The Federation's first naval battle was about to end with their complete victory, but a third-party gangster suddenly appeared and stabbed them in the back.
Who can bear this?
"What the hell is going on with all that energy?"
Tanred moved his shoulders and stood up from the beach. While loudly assigning tasks to the sailors, he was thinking about this problem in his heart. He really couldn't swallow this breath, but the problem lies in the source of this weird contagious energy.
Where is it? Is it a terrifying curse similar to the spiritual plague? Once the warships that escape the battlefield bring this plague back to the empire...will it lead to a more terrifying end?
As a fleet commander, Tanred must consider these issues.
However, just when several sailors grabbed their weapons and prepared to explore the surrounding environment, a low gunshot and the painful cry of the sailor next to Tanred who was shot through the thigh by a bullet immediately changed the atmosphere on the beach.
Become stagnant.
"Yeah! Look who this is!"
General Valentine, who was wearing a blood-colored captain's hat, carrying a rapid-fire pistol and a rose sword, stood up from the other side of the beach with the sailors of the Black Ark Fleet that he gathered. It was obvious that they were specifically on the beach.
Tanred and his party are ambushed here.
"The great Sea Prince Tanred Proudmoore!"
Valentine waved his hand. Behind him, the soldiers of Black Ark set up their short-barreled shotguns. Under the aim of more than 20 guns, the sailors on Tanred's side also wanted to fight back, but
Those who moved the fastest were immediately knocked to the ground by the whizzing bullets, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.
The smell of blood surged up on the beach along with the fishy sea breeze. Tanred looked ugly, but under the threat of the pistol in General Valentine's hand, he had to loosen his hand on the hilt of the sword.
He doesn't want to die here yet...not because he is afraid of death, but because he still has a lot of things to do.
"Valentin, your grandfather was the greatest general in Kul Tiras..."
Tanred shouted in a deep voice:
"You inherited his surname and bloodline, but didn't inherit his fearless courage? You lost to me at the sea, so are you planning to use this small trick to win back the victory?"
"Is this the glory of federal soldiers?"
"Of course not, I just...say hello to you, Tanred, my old friend..."
General Valentine casually threw the pistol in his hand to his adjutant. He took out his blood-red rapier from the scabbard and pointed the blade at Tanred. He moved his wrist and waved
A fighting stance:
"Come on, I haven't seen you for several years. Let me see how your skills are now, Tanred. If you lose, then come back to the Federation with me to be a "guest"."
“Just what I wanted!”
Tanred also pulled out his command knife. Under the watchful eyes of the sailors on both sides, the two commanders who met on a narrow road were holding weapons and preparing for a duel on this land far away from home.
However, at the moment Tanred and Valentine let out a war cry at the same time and rushed toward each other, a black shadow rushed into the battle circle between the two with lightning speed, and the shadow let out a low roar,
Spreading his hands, amidst the roar of the sharp blades, Tanred's command knife and Valentine's bayonet were simultaneously clamped accurately by the fingers of the black shadow's hands.
It was a Pandaren monk wearing a black hat and black leather armor with a cold expression. He clamped their weapons with his fingers, like iron pliers. Tanred and Valentine were surprised and wanted to
I pulled the weapon back, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get it out.
The Pandaren monk shook his head with some disdain, turned his wrists outward, took the weapons away from the two men, and threw them aside. His fat body leaned back slightly, and placed his hands on his chest, posing
The two commanders looked at each other. The sudden appearance of this guy interrupted the duel rhythm of the two people. Tanred and Valentine were also friends in the past.
.
After the third-party provocateur appeared, they hardly hesitated and attacked the pandaren in unison, just like they did when they were young and training together in Kul Tiras.
As a result, this fat guy with an agile body used an unimaginable counterattack and blocking posture, and went back and forth with the two people like a joke. In just ten seconds, under the phantom-like punches and kicks, Tanred
He and Valentine were both knocked unconscious and fell weakly to the feet of the Pandaren monk.
The sailors on both sides were excited and wanted to rush forward to save their commander, but before they could take action, a thunderous dragon roar sounded on the beach, and a huge flying dragon like a black giant snake sounded.
Flying nimbly in the low air, the body that was nearly a hundred meters long brought terrifying pressure to the mortals below.
Until this time, beside the Pandaren, the blood maid Cordana came out of the shadows reluctantly, and warned the bewildered sailors in common language seriously:
"Sailors of the Empire and Federation, there are traces of evil energy remaining on your bodies..."
"Put down your weapons immediately! Put your head in your hands and squat on the ground! Accept the Shado-Pan's investigation!"