The voice that McDonald Ken shouted out with [Army-breaking Roar] drifted to Orgrim's ears with the wind, and a mouthful of old blood was held in his mouth. Orgrim almost died of anger on the spot.
He is frustrated!
Young people don’t respect martial ethics!
If you have the guts, don't play turtle shell tactics. Line up on the plain and everyone will face you!
But after a brief moment of rage, reason prevailed.
Orgrim cast his gaze on the face of a being he had never wanted to trust before. It was a handsome human face, pale and without a trace of blood—Derek Proudmoore's face!
"I still can't trust you!" Orgrim said straight to the point.
"Great Chief, you don't need to trust me, you just need to understand that I have to be with you." Derek raised his hands.
Those are a pair of extremely terrifying hands.
There was only a little bit of dried meat and skin left sticking to the finger bones, and all the joints were exposed.
Derek's lips, which had shrunk due to the loss of moisture, could not hide his pale teeth. He opened and closed his mouth, but his pronunciation no longer came from his vocal cords: "I hate Gul'dan who turned me into a human and a ghost!
"
"I believe it." The chief nodded.
Derek bowed slightly and touched his left shoulder with his withered right hand.
"As an immortal, I have lost all my glory and status, and can never return to my family. I know what the Alliance does. They will only let the priests 'purify' me. Well, just let me
It means the complete destruction of the soul and body. Even if I am a dead person, I can still think and feel fear. I continue to be loyal to the war chief simply because I don’t want to be destroyed by the Alliance. It’s that simple.”
"Okay, I believe you. Do you have any suggestions for the current situation? You are the expert in naval battles."
The fire in Derek's eyes flickered, and his "eyes" made Orgrim understand that he was looking at the Black Scar Clan's warship to the west with "disdain".
Derek pointed at the Black Scar fleet that had passed the Blackrock Clan's warships: "I dare not say that I know McDonald's Stratholme, but I definitely know my father - if it were him, he would not hesitate to fight at night.
Annihilate the main force of the orcs at sea."
Night battles at sea in this era are a nightmare.
There is no moonlight, and if you don't light a fire, it will be so dark that you can't see anything.
If you light up the lamp, you will become an easy target.
Derek continued: "The people with Black Scar think that it is enough to learn to sail. They are still a hundred years away from learning to fight at sea!"
Orgrim: "..."
"So, Warchief, my suggestion is..."
A good father is better than a son, and Derek was right.
Daelin led almost all the warships in Kul Tiras to lay a dragnet ten kilometers offshore to the west of Yangfan Port.
All warships kept their distance, lowered their sails, and waited quietly on the sea.
"It's so lively! Could it be that the Duke of Stratholme wiped out all the orcs in the port like this?" The speaker was a female paladin wearing bright silver armor? Very special? Her sharp long ears and golden hair
Her long eyebrows tell others that she is an elf.
To be precise? Half-blood elf? Because her eyebrows are slightly longer than those of humans, but only half as long as those of high elves.
"Fenna? You have to learn to be patient. The Duke of Stratholme is definitely the most powerful master of war in this era. He will not do such stupid things. Really blocking so many orcs at the port? He will have to fight with a small force.
The entire main force of the orcs. To eliminate the orcs? The easiest way is, of course, to sink them all to the bottom of the sea." Dai Lin patted the female paladin's shoulder hard.
The attendants around me didn't care.
Because everyone knows that this mixed-race female elf named Fenna Golden Sword is actually the love child of King Dailin and his royal mage, the high elf Gina Golden Sword.
To protect the king's marriage? Fenner inherited her mother's surname.
King Dailin had just finished speaking. A red light that was extremely dazzling in the dark night lit up and fell from mid-air. When it was about to fall to the sea, it was suddenly blocked by something. The red light reflected a huge hull.
Outline comes.
Not one? But many. As the bright flares were fired, the lights had been turned off, but the Black Scar fleet sailing quietly was suddenly illuminated.
Barbatos' [a happy little penguin] laughed loudly: "Hahahaha! Honey? Aren't you going to have a nuclear strike on the way?"
[Dongfeng Express] laughed along: "No, no, no, Dongfeng Express is very satisfied."
The Kul Tiras fleet... certainly cannot meet the requirements of sand sculpture players.
But the largest fleet in this era? Didn't need Dailin's orders? They had already followed the pre-arranged tactics. Some ships seized the upper hand T-position, while others, like a group of sharks hunting together, quietly closed in on the Black Scar clan fleet.
Behind the Black Scar clan, there are a large number of ship lanterns hanging high...
The sea men of Kul Tiras can use the dim moonlight to reach a position where they can attack without turning on a light.
The same cannot be said for the orcs of the Black Scar Clan. Those who are best at sailing are just newbies.
The core of this fleet is after all the Kul Tiran captains who have been transformed into undead. Unfortunately, a large number of them followed Gul'dan and left. There are not many undead captains left, and there are far too few sailors.
Goudan is not a serious necromancer, resurrecting the undead is completely his side job.
Except for some of the half-baked death knights who were resurrected, most of the sailors turned into mindless ghouls. This made the Black Scar clan's sailing very difficult.
By the time the loud noise of the cannon shook the entire sea area, everything was over.
Often, more than three Kul Tiran ships would attack a former friendly warship, and the first attack would be a hinged bomb designed to hit the ship's mast.
This kind of special cannonball with two large iron balls tied to a thick iron chain is a characteristic of this era. They can be launched like a meteor hammer. Once the chain gets stuck on the ship's mast, it can be twisted with huge force under the action of inertia.
Broken masts will cause the opponent's ships to lose power and become the most tragic living targets.
"Bang bang bang!" The continuous sound of cannons seemed to announce the victory of Kul Tiras.
Dai Lin held a musket in his left hand, a chopping knife in his right hand, and stepped on the side of the ship with his right leg. He was so happy: "Hahaha! This time I want McDonald to spit out all the gold coins! This bill is not cheap!"
However, before he finished speaking, Fenna, who had [dark vision], reminded him: "Your Majesty! The situation is not right! The ship behind is not a big ship!"
Dai Lin took out his monocular and used the moonlight to finally see the ship's lights following the Black Scar Clan's fleet leaving the port. It looked like a large ship but it was completely different.
The height and distance of the ship's lantern are the same as those of the Kul Tiran warship, but it is a ship's lantern attached to the mast of a small sampan-level sailboat.
"Impossible!" Dai Lin was suddenly shocked.
…
At this moment, near the coast of Quel'Danas Island in the northwest.
Derek, who was sneaking all the way to the northwest with the main force of the Blackstone Orcs, fought fiercely toward the southwest towards the sea. He took off the hat on his head and bowed: "Salute to you, my father! I respect you, but unfortunately, I don't want to be annihilated just yet."
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Sailing at night, especially along the coastline, is very dangerous.
It's a pity that this is only limited to humans. In the undead's only gray-white vision, the gray-black coastal rocks are the same as during the day.
What a silent voyage, this is just basic practice!
In this way, Derek used the Blackscar clan as bait, took Orgrim's main force, detoured through the northern seas of Quel'Thalas, and sailed in a large circle toward the southern continent.
