In the face of this unknown and powerful existence, Dai Lin had no intention of hiding it, as doing so was meaningless.
"Yes, I am afraid of the Dragon Clan. In front of the Dragon Clan, my fleet is nothing. Even those young dragons can easily destroy our main battleship. My son died from a young dragon, let alone those
Adult dragons, it is difficult for our arrows to penetrate their scales, and they also possess powerful magic."
Robbie smiled confidently: "The magic of the Dragon Clan is nothing. Over the past ten thousand years, there have been no special changes in the Dragon Clan except that the number of dragons has increased and Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, has become fatter."
"a thousand years?"
Dai Lin sensitively caught this word and secretly guessed Robbie's identity.
"I think you should understand the situation in Kul Tiras." Robbie analyzed it calmly:
"Orcs are not good at naval battles. Kul Tiras has a powerful navy, which just makes up for the shortcomings of the orcs. They can also consider the Zandalari Empire, but Zandalari is protected by the Loa gods. As the saying goes, pick the soft ones.
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Although she was unwilling to do so, Dai Lin had to nod and admit that what Robbie said was right.
Robbie continued: "Jaina and Thrall have a special relationship. Don't get me wrong, I'm talking about allies. If Kul Tiras can join forces with the orcs, Thrall will definitely accept you."
"Impossible?" Dai Lin showed a violent look and said resolutely: "We Kul Tirans would rather die than surrender to the orcs. As for Jaina, sooner or later I will make her understand how ferocious the orcs are.
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Robbie looked at Dai Lin quietly, shook his head and said:
"Your choice is meaningless. As long as the dragons still support the orcs, other races in Azeroth will crowd around the orcs, willing to become food and cannon fodder. In the face of the overwhelming trend, what can you do if the savior Thrall wants the people?
What to do? Kul Tiras can only be destroyed."
Dai Lin had a resolute face, fierce and domineering, and said in a non-negotiable tone:
"The worst I can do is become a pirate. To tell you the truth, after the tragedy in Highmountain, I already anticipated the demise of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras. I have already signed an order to break up our fleet and scatter it across the sea. I will never do that.
The fleet will be left to the orcs, and yes, Kul Tiras will be destroyed."
As worthy of being the commander-in-chief of the navy, he had anticipated the next development of the situation and responded in advance.
Robbie felt Dai Lin's determination, which was an unshakable belief. It was said that all races in Azeroth lacked this kind of determination. All kinds of worries and hesitation led to all kinds of tragedies.
"I'm very satisfied with your attitude." Robbie nodded and said, "I can give you a chance. Are you willing to fight those dragon-blooded orcs? Destroy them on the sea, and let me deal with the dragon clan.
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"Are you going to deal with the Dragon Clan?" Dai Lin was obviously doubtful: "No, it's impossible. The Dragon Clan has multiplied in large numbers. The Red Dragon Clan has over 10,000 members. How can one person fight against it?"
For an ordinary tribe, the number of over ten thousand is nothing, but for the dragon tribe, it is quite terrifying. Tens of thousands of giant dragons are definitely a force that can destroy the world.
"Who said I am only one person?" Robbie smiled and said:
"The flight of dragons is different from that of birds. They rely on magic to float in the air. I can interfere with their magic and make them lose their ability to fly. Once they fall into the sea, I believe you have a way to deal with them."
Dai Lin nodded and said confidently: "The ocean is my territory."
Robbie handed Dai Lin a silver necklace with a pendant in the shape of an anchor:
"This necklace has been bound to your fleet. You must wear it at all times to facilitate our positioning. Kul Tiras has no way out. You can only trust me. There is still a glimmer of hope."
Dai Lin put the necklace on his neck. The pirate's habit made him extremely happy and without any hesitation:
"Okay, I will choose to believe you once. At worst, I will be swallowed up by the flames of the red dragon clan. The orcs will be brutal and kill countless people. Someone in Azeroth must stand up and resist. The people of Kul Tiran are willing to bear this burden."
Archimonde looked at the orc camp quietly. Under the whip of the Burning Legion overseer, the orc peons led by Saurfang were working hard to prepare for the next war with the Scourge.
As the days passed, Archimonde became more and more suspicious that his opponent was not Queen Azshara.
This is a feeling. Everyone has their own style of doing things. Archimonde is very familiar with Queen Azshara. He is a competitive student who likes to fight head-on most and will not flinch even when facing Titans.
Engaging in some intrigues behind the scenes, this doesn't look like the familiar Queen Azshara.
"I heard that the orcs have done a lot of bad things." Archimonde asked.
Magnos on the side quickly replied: "In order to raise military rations and war materials, the dragon-blooded orcs killed hundreds of thousands of Highmountain tauren and are now rushing to the Echo Islands."
"What a cruel race." Archimonde snorted coldly: "Although our Burning Legion has destroyed countless worlds, our killings are purposeful, not blind massacres. If it is just for military rations, we will bow to us.
Just ask for help, why go to war."
Magnos shook his fangs and said, "Probably out of Thrall's worthless pride."
Archimonde waved his hand and said indifferently: "Forget it, since it has happened, let it pass. I have decided to accept the surrender of the Darkspear Troll, and let Thrall lead the dragon-blooded orcs to accept the surrender."
Magnos glanced at his superior in surprise and quickly understood that this was a test.
What the Burning Legion needs are obedient subordinates, not butchers who kill at will. Let's see if Thrall can endure the hatred in his heart and get along with the Darkspear tribe as equals.
When Thrall received Archimonde's order, he was eating a Highmountain tauren.
He spit out the roast beef in his mouth and ended the life of the tauren with one knife. Different from usual, Thrall did not get angry, but fell into calm thinking.
"Etrigg, what do you think about this matter?"
Life consultant Eitrigg replied carefully: "Archimonde's order is very strange, and I think it should be taken seriously."
Thrall slapped the table fiercely: "The Darkspear tribe is teasing us orcs. If we reconcile with Sen'jin, what will we orcs do if we stand on Azeroth? Who else will be willing to become our food in the future."
After losing his temper for a while, Thrall sighed helplessly: "Okay, we must obey Archimonde's orders, but I must vent the anger in my heart. By the way, what's going on in Kul Tiras recently?"
Kul Tiras was an enemy of the orcs during the Second Orc War.
Sal has always kept this in mind. This is an old account that must be settled.
"I heard that their fleet is preparing to leave the port." Eitrigg said.
Thrall turned pale with fright. If there was a naval battle with Kul Tiras' navy, as long as the opponent did not engage in a boarding battle foolishly, but used cannons to bombard them from a long distance, the dragon-blooded orcs would have no chance of winning.
Seeing that Thrall had misunderstood, Eitrigg quickly added:
"According to reliable intelligence, Kul Tiras wants to break up the fleet, and their purpose is to escape."
"That's it." Thrall breathed a sigh of relief and smiled ferociously: "Change the course, let's go to Kul Tiras and massacre these human cowards." (To be continued)