But after thinking about it carefully, Sal felt relieved.
The dragon-blooded orcs are so powerful that even if they stand still and bear the rain of javelins from the Darkspear tribe, they can hardly be harmed in the slightest.
The cliffs of Tidal Bay are steep and difficult for apes to climb, but the powerful dragon-blooded orcs can reach the top in just a few steps.
If Sen'jin sets up an ambush here, he will only bring humiliation to himself and provide an excuse for Thrall to exterminate the Darkspear tribe.
Sal shook his head in amusement, feeling that his worries were completely unnecessary.
Unless Feralas, Lord of the Tides, is still alive, the dragon-blooded orcs are too strong, with extremely dense steel-like muscles, and are wearing heavy armor, so they can easily sink into the water and drown.
"Ferras has gone crazy and is not far from death."
Thrall felt that he should trust the intelligence capabilities of the Burning Legion: "According to reliable information, the navy of Kul Tiras has not taken action, and no one in the Echo Islands can threaten the dragon-blooded orcs."
Just when Sal was relieved, the tidal bay was suddenly shrouded in fog, making it difficult to see.
Thrall was shocked. He only felt the flagship shaking violently. The originally calm sea surface boiled like boiling water, and a thunderous rumble came from under the sea water.
"Stupid orcs, Tidal Bay is your burial place."
Lord of Tides, Feralas, Thrall's face was pale and stunned.
A huge tide with a height of several hundred meters rushed toward the fleet. Troop ships of all sizes rolled between the tides. It must be said that the ships of the Burning Legion were of excellent quality and remained intact under this violent tidal attack.
However, I don’t know how many dragon-blooded orcs fell into the sea.
"Hold on, hold on, hold on to the deck, don't fall."
Thrall conveyed the order loudly, knowing that he had no choice but to resist instinctively.
The orcs trapped in the fog were like headless flies. The only thing they hoped for was that the troop transport was still strong. After the first wave of attack, the remaining orcs clung to the fixed objects on the ship.
The dragon-blooded orcs are strong, their arms are powerful, and the troop transport is rolling in the huge waves, but they are still firmly attached to it, refusing to let go until death.
boom!
A loud explosion-like sound came from the bottom of the sea, and a huge vortex appeared in the tidal bay, and all the troop transport ships were sucked into the center of the vortex uncontrollably.
When it was over, Thrall closed his eyes, feeling despair in his heart. He knew that one hundred thousand dragon-blooded orcs would surely be buried at the bottom of the sea.
Robbie stood on the top of a high cliff, watching the ambush battle from a high position.
Thrall, the savior of Azeroth, the chosen one.
Dragon-blooded orcs do not appear in historical records, which proves that someone deliberately erased this section, but Thrall will never die in this naval battle.
Sure enough, just as the maelstrom was swallowing the troop transport ship and the one hundred thousand army was about to be destroyed, an oval-shaped portal appeared in the sky, and an exquisite purple leather boot poked out from the portal.
This is a young human woman with flowing blond hair. It is Jaina. Jaina's almond-shaped eyes are wide open. Her eyes see the miserable dragon-blooded orc through the fog, showing a funny expression:
"Sal is indeed a fool. He could fall for such a simple trick. Is his brain full of muscles?"
"Jaina, you have to be in awe and don't forget that the orcs are the saviors of Azeroth."
A cold voice came from behind Jaina, hidden in a mass of shadows, but it could not escape Robbie's eyes of C'Thun. This was a graceful and luxurious woman, wearing a gorgeous purple robe, Guardian Egg.
arts.
"Okay, okay, destruction is salvation. When only the orcs are left in Azeroth, a new civilization will usher in." Jaina said in a very impatient tone: "The savior is about to die, how can we help him?
"
"The dragon-blooded orcs are the 10,000-year effort of the four dragon clans. There is no room for error. Of course, we are not nannies. To save them, Thrall needs his own efforts. You can just help him expel the fog."
Jaina curled her lips and reluctantly began to cast the spell.
An invisible breeze blew by, and the fog that shrouded the tidal bay quickly condensed and turned into small water droplets falling from the sky. Almost instantly, the fog disappeared.
The huge figure of the Tide Lord appeared on the sea. Ferras, who was holding a harpoon, looked at the little human woman in the sky and asked doubtfully: "Is it a human mage? Orcs have destroyed several human empires, eating
Why do you still want to help them after you have exhausted countless human beings? Why is this?"
"The little fish-man is not qualified to know the secrets involved," Jaina said arrogantly.
Surprise, what a surprise, a human mage actually took action. Feras, the Lord of Tides, rolled his eyes, shrank his neck, dived into the sea, and quickly disappeared.
Jaina was very surprised. At this moment, she was not very powerful and was no match for the Lord of Tides.
"A cunning fishman." Aegwynn said calmly: "I have long suspected that this is a conspiracy. Unfortunately, I have not found any trace of the Tide Lord these days. I have left a beacon on its body and it escaped.
It won’t fall anymore.”
"Are you going to kill it?" Jaina asked, blinking her beautiful eyes.
Aegwynn said fiercely: "Feralas has ruined our big thing. If we keep it, many powerful beings in Azeroth will despise the orcs. We want them to know that whoever dares to mess with the orcs, the Lord of Tides is their role model."
, leave it to Thrall to handle it here, let’s go after this murloc that dares to offend the orcs.”
The guardian took action personally. It seemed that Feralas, the Lord of Tides, was doomed. Robbie had no intention of saving this cruel murloc. He only needed to delay for a few days before the Scourge's 50,000 mage group would be finished.
The Tidal Bay was in a mess, a large number of ships capsized, and countless dragon-blooded orcs fell into the water. Thrall was so angry that his eyes burst into flames, and he quickly ordered the survivors to clean up the mess and rescue the orcs who fell into the water.
When everything calmed down, preliminary statistics showed that approximately 30,000 dragon-blooded orcs had been lost, and more importantly, countless armors and weapons, as well as a large amount of food, had been lost.
Thrall came to accept the surrender of the Darkspear tribe. He only brought dozens of days' rations with him, and almost all of them fell into the sea.
"Senjin, you are finished, you and your Darkspear tribe will become history." Thrall made a vicious oath, leaving some dragon-blooded orcs to repair the damaged ships, and Thrall led a large force to the Darkspear Island.
However, what surprised Thrall was that there was no one on Darkspear Island, and not a single troll could be seen in any village.
Thrall entered Sen'jin's palace. All the furnishings and furnishings were there, but unfortunately there was no troll or any food.
Strong walls and clear fields.
Sen'jin is a cunning troll chief. He could not predict that the Tide Lord would definitely win, leaving him with a backup plan. There are countless large and small islands in the Echo Islands, and the Darkspear tribe was broken into pieces, or hidden in
They were hiding in swamps, caves, or desert islands. By the time the orcs found them, they might have starved to death.
This tactic is very effective against the orcs. The orcs can only maintain their combat effectiveness by eating meat. Every time they capture a piece of land, they must eat all the local residents in order to continue fighting.
Thrall realized that he had encountered a sophisticated opponent. The current rations were only enough to last for a few days. He had to think of a way. Thrall picked up the map and looked in the direction of the Broken Islands. (To be continued)