Chapter 172 Demon Noble (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

impossible! ?

This is the first reaction of the nobles.

To suffer!

This was their next thought.

The long-term peaceful situation at sea has made them numb.

They even forgot that there was such a thing as pirates. In the past, there were no pirates in the Kingdom of Stormwind because it was too poor. There are not many Kul Tiran fleets that occasionally arrive in Stormwind, and the kind of mosquito-like wealth cannot attract large-scale pirates.

What's left of Stormwind? What kind of oil and water can a dozen fishing boats not much bigger than a sampan have?

As for the Pearl Fleet of Sea King Duke, it is escorted by Naga. It is basically a hedgehog, and whoever touches it will be stabbed with one hand.

It's different now. Most of the nobles who fled from Elwynn Forest to Stormwind City brought with them the wealth accumulated by their families for thousands of years. In order to carry as much treasure as possible in the limited space, the no-brained nobles even subconsciously ignored the existence of danger, and even the original navy on board was thrown off the ship.

In order to escape the impending Jedi of Stormwind City as soon as possible, they didn't even wait for the slow civilian transport ships, otherwise, they could at least use them as bait to slow down the Bloodsail pirates.

If this is land, the nobles can more or less resist with their powerful guards.

Unfortunately, this is the ocean. In all fairness, it is already a miracle that most landlubbers can display 70% of their combat power on a swaying boat. Not to mention, the private sailors of the nobles were at most merchant ships at sea before?

This is really not to die, where it is not good to die, but to die in a field they are not familiar with.

"Turn around right away! Go back to the big fleet, we will be safe! There are warships from Kul Tiras there." Duke Agathe Ferens who rushed over after hearing the news grabbed the captain's collar, Crazy bloodshot eyes.

right! Anyone can die.

Noble noble blood can't be cut off in this damn sea.

There are also Kul Tiras warships on the side of the big fleet to help. Although those warships are also full of civilians, the ones manning the warships are the strong soldiers of the sea kingdom Kul Tiras.

Let the Kul Tirans die if they die.

"It's too late—" the captain said with a mournful face, "We are carrying too much weight, we are already overloaded, and we can't run fast at all!"

"Turn around and run! Throw away your things! Throw away all the heaviest gold! Only if you can save your life can the family continue! If your life is gone, what do you want gold for!?" The old prince's silver hair and beard danced wildly in the wind, and his red hair There is a kind of rationality in the eyes that is rare in fear.

As the sails changed direction, more than a dozen huge Stormwind Kingdom warships began to draw huge arc-shaped white water waves on the sea surface. It's a pity that because there is no unified command, some rudders are full left and some are full rudder right. The direct result was that two certain ships almost collided head-on, and both parties managed to avoid the tragic worst situation of head-to-head collision at the last moment. The collision with the ship's railings also scared the hell out of both sides.

For a while, the scene seemed extremely chaotic.

"Trash!" On the flagship of the Bloodsail Pirate Squadron in the distance. Commodore Lester Zanke showed a very contemptuous smile, but when he saw that the nobles began to let their men drop a lot of heavy boxes to lighten the load of the ship, he had an ominous premonition.

When he saw the golden light emanating from a box that disintegrated in mid-air, the bad premonition in his heart was fulfilled.

Lester couldn't help yelling: "Gold! It's all fucking gold! Do you noble scum think you can run away by throwing away your burden? Idiot-I don't want the ransom! I will spend three days and three nights to get this The guy with the bad idea was roasted into coke!"

Lester almost went crazy because of his anger: this is the deep sea area! The only fate of the precious metals thrown into the sea is to sink into the deep sea that no one can reach or to feed the fish! How can I catch it! ?

"Fire! Fire the bow!" Lester ordered with a loud voice.

The first officer was confused: "Brigadier General Zanke, we haven't entered the effective range yet! If we just use the bow gun..."

"Idiot, do you still expect that group of crappy land nobles to fight a gorgeous Kul Tiras-style naval battle with us? I want to destroy their boring idea of ​​fleeing!"

With the fall of the command banner, a dozen or so unglamorous parabolas built a battle bridge in the dim light of the morning sun, and began to erode the little courage of the nobles.

The shells that were not intended to hit landed near the nobles' fleet with an outrageously poor sight, arousing a huge water column, and the water splashed up, producing a faint rainbow color, surrounding the battleships of the nobles.

In the eyes of the nobles, this was already an overwhelming bombardment like a torrential rain.

Then, a thing called probability, which is actually called metaphysics, played a role in the dark. In this era, the hit rate of long-range shelling is extremely low. Unless it is within a hundred meters, which is called close-range combat, the hit rate is mostly lower than 1%.

Those who can shoot a cannon within a range of 100 meters in diameter under the interference of a series of problems such as strong winds, the shaking of the ship itself due to waves and other shelling, and the maintenance of the barrel itself, are already master gunners.

Once it hits the soul or something, it is simply a legend.

But one guy did it.

From a distance of 800 meters, a curved bow gun directly blasted into the arsenal of a noble warship, causing a brilliant chain explosion.

The soaring flames produced by the explosion of the warship, the sawdust that was blown up and then kept spinning in the air, and a large number of human body stumps, all of them are like a horrible oil painting from hell, deeply imprinted on the retinas of the nobles superior.

In less than a minute, seven noble warships stopped and hoisted the white flag high.

And more bloodsail pirate ships designed with extreme speed rushed into the fleet of the noble fleet, and immediately launched a close-range bombardment battle with the noble private sailors who tried to resist.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The well-trained Bloodsail pirates used the continuous shelling from the bow to the stern to teach the noble private soldiers what naval warfare is.

Of course, the noble private soldiers also fired back. That was a ridiculous salvo.

Lester, who was watching the battle from a distance, was stunned. He didn't expect these private soldiers who had only ever driven merchant ships to be so brain-dead. The huge reaction force even pushed the whole ship to the other side by a full five meters, and the cabin, which could not bear the impact force, even made a typical sound of wood breaking.

But all resistance was in vain.

The pirates bit their scimitars and jumped along the cables that had been prepared. Everything was going smoothly, but when entering the other party's cabin, something happened suddenly...

A huge demon appeared, and the clothes hanging on his chest even kept the noble's family crest!