Chapter 302 The Tide of Darkness (Part 1)

Dark Portal March 26, 2020.

A large-scale cross-sea battle that did not exist in the 'history' originally kicked off.

Different from the last tentative attack.

This time, the tribe can be said to come out in full force.

The report sent back by the alliance scouts is: the orcs have filled all the beaches in the wetland area that can be boarded. It is roughly estimated that the troops dispatched by the tribe this time will reach 500,000.

The orcs would either send this group of troops to the northern continent, or send them all to the sea to feed the fish.

Knowing that more than one-third of the 500,000 orcs are hard workers, the soldiers also added a lot of recruits who arrived through the Dark Portal later. Compared with the previous 500,000, the combat power has dropped by at least 30%.

The numbers are still pretty scary.

"Are those orcs crazy!?" Every nobleman and Dalaran neutral mage who knew the news turned pale with shock. Until then, the three kingdoms of Lordaeron, Dalaran, and Alterac quickly passed the resolution of total war, and the entire kingdom began to mobilize.

"I hope we can get through this time." Lothar muttered.

Over there, on the flagship of the First Fleet of Quel'Thalas, Admiral Daelin was lighting a lamp and staring at the chart. Looking at the three blood-colored model boats representing the opponent's three fleets, Daelin was upset for a while.

Except for the time when the Third Fleet was too close to the attack, Dai Lin didn't pay much attention to the orc's previous navy from the bottom of his heart.

This time the enemy is not the group of orc transport ships that are stupid and almost like targets. Not only has the orc battleship whose strength is unknown, but it feels very powerful, and his old opponent, the former Duke of Kul Tiras, Farrewell.

Daelin dare not underestimate Falrewell, who once challenged his throne.

Although the quality of the new Bloodsail warships built by Farrewell is not as good as the original warships of Kul Tiras, but the quantity is there. After Farrewell's training, the standard of those pirates will not be too bad.

Not to mention the highest level of threat, at least the Kul Tiras fleet has to deal with it with all its strength.

At this time, a visitor surprised Dai Lin.

When he finished speaking, Dai Lin couldn't believe his ears.

"What you said is true!?"

The other party nodded and left.

Late at night.

In the Palatine Bay across from the wetland, the dark night covered the whole world. Dark clouds covered the sky, completely obscuring every ray of moonlight that tried to shine on the sea.

The Bloodsail Fleet dropped anchor, and every ship rose and fell rhythmically on the big waves.

For pirates who live by the sea, this is already the norm. A large number of pirates stretched out their hammocks in the narrow cabin and breathed soundly.

The poop of every big ship is the captain's lounge by default.

Miss Jesse Farrewell, the only heir to Duke Farrewell after her brother was blasted into the sky by a Blackwater pirate's cannonball. She is already 16 years old, because she has a little dwarf blood, she looks short and strong. Looking at her muscular back, anyone would think she was a man.

Miss Jessie has been very distraught lately.

She felt that her father was simply crazy, to join those orcs who took pleasure in killing and conquered the entire intelligent race of Azeroth!

What made her even more unacceptable was that the entire Bloodsail Pirates seemed to have been kidnapped, and there were two orcs on each ship watching each captain. They don't know the language of humans, but according to the tribal chief, as long as they find that the bloodsail pirates are trying to betray, then the bloodsail pirates will have to pay the price in blood.

Pirates were never clean guys, and going months without a bath was not a problem in a long sailing career. But the two foul-smelling female orcs blocking the door of his room refreshed the lower limit of Jesse's senses.

The destructive stench of not having showered in ages kept Jessie from sleeping through the door.

Jesse could only think of something else to distract himself.

"Going out to sea tomorrow to have a final fight with Kul Tiras...Damn it, this isn't the kind of showdown my father or I want."

At this moment, a dagger was silently pressed against her throat...

Early in the morning on March 27.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!" Those huge horns stretching from the height of the orc arrow tower to the ground made a long and thick horn sound, and the next moment the thundering drums rang through the sky. Every orc on the coast, and every Bloodsail pirate on the sea, knows that - the day of battle is coming.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" Looking around from the boat, there was a sense of trance that shook the whole world.

This is not an illusion. Even on the sea, the ships kept shaking with the waves. The Bloodsail pirates could clearly see that the branches on the coast were trembling slightly, the gravel on the beach was here and there, and the water that was deposited in the wetland mud The depression seemed to form a layer of waves, shaking violently.

The Duke of Farrewell stood not far from the rudder of the ship, and he firmly grasped the railing of the side of the ship.

"Earthquake?" Even on the surface of the sea, Duke Farrewell could still clearly feel the roar of the earth coming from the sea.

His first mate shook his head firmly.

If this is an illusion, it is the illusion of hundreds of people on their ship, and tens of thousands of people in the entire Bloodsail pirate fleet.

"Hahaha! That's our invincible tribal army!" Standing beside the Duke of Farrewell, a rather intelligent-looking orc with a giant hatchet said in a very strange lingua franca.

The entire Bloodsail fleet was in commotion.

All the Bloodsail pirates stopped what they were doing, staring in horror at the bright, dazzling turquoise that appeared on the eastern shore.

Moments earlier, the continuous swampy terrain stretched from the shore beyond the limits of their vision. In the distance, some shallow marshes floating with unknown substances continuously emit an unpleasant smell into the air. Numerous small lake-like mud pits split the green land into pieces, and there is no straight road at all.

Now hundreds of thousands of orcs appeared.

Running, roaring, pushing each other, they swarmed towards the sea from beyond the horizon.

They seem to be driven by the dawn, moving desperately towards the darkness that is about to be driven away.

All orcs have two legs, two arms, and green skin, but that's where their similarities end.

Some orcs are as big as sturdy humans, others have stepped into the category of giants, and there are also a few orcs with two heads and bloated bodies that are already at the level of giants. run wildly.

At noon, he was suddenly caught as an orc laborer, ORZ