Chapter 303 The Tide of Darkness (Part 2)

In fact, there is a big difference between orcs and ogres, but in that green frenzy, they all feel the same.

The Bloodsail pirates only saw the green tide crossing every muddy swamp with water, stepping on every inch of turf, smashing everything that stood in the way of the tide.

Perhaps there were colorful snakes and insects fleeing from the swamp under the feet of the orcs, but everything was crushed.

Potholes, hills, swamps, green-skinned orcs spewed out from the earth like a tide. As the sun trekked higher into the sky, more ships appeared on land.

In order to prevent the built transport ships from being destroyed by the humans who were dominant at sea before, the orcs adopted a simpler and cruder method to protect their ships—these transport ships of dozens of tons were all placed on the shore, where naval guns could not hit them. Pile up wherever you go.

When the orcs were about to launch a general attack, the orc laborers would hold the bottom of the boat and send the boat into the water.

A series of heavy and clumsy but clearly visible moving transport ships formed huge waves and slowly moved across the ground towards the sea.

Watching the fleet sailing on land move towards them, the Bloodsail pirates said nothing, observing everything in front of them in awe.

Lord Farrewell had lived at sea all his life, but he had never seen anything like this before, with orcs covering the entire surface of the region in numbers. They use their strong bodies, arms with explosive muscles, big mouths full of fangs, blood red eyes, and green skin to weave a world-class blanket, covering every corner of the sun.

The Duke of Farrewell kept regretting. He knew very well that if the whole of this terrifying team was transported across the northern continent, then the extinction of mankind would probably enter the countdown.

However, right beside him, an orc sword master wiped his broadsword shamelessly.

This is a super strong man who kills without blinking an eye. A dozen of his best sailors tried to charge up, but unfortunately, none of them were cut into pieces within two meters of him.

Looking at the transport ships that were slammed onto the water, splashing countless splashes, Farrewell glanced at the companion ship 50 meters away—the flagship of his daughter Jessie.

Jesse gave him a gesture only he could understand.

"The whole fleet obeys the order, anchor! Set sail! The target - the damned Kul Tiras fleet!" Duke Farrewell shouted.

Ten minutes later, in response to the flash of the morning sun, the entire Bloodsail fleet pierced straight towards the sea like a curved arc. They are about to go northward from the Palatine Bay, cross the ocean that separates the two continents from the north and the south, and attack the Kul Tiras fleet that must be waiting on the sea.

The damp breath of early spring was mixed in the wind, blowing past Orgrim's nose.

The undulating orc tide walks in perfect harmony with the turbulent waves of the vast sea. Orgrim was riding a huge white war wolf standing on the hill by the sea. At first glance, he seemed to be standing on the peak of the waves.

Looking at the shining sea horizon at the end of his line of sight, Orgrim couldn't help but feel proud, [Doom Hammer] pointed to the distance: "As long as we can pass this sea! The warriors of the tribe can destroy the resistance of any creature in any world!"

"Yes!" The famous Grom Hellscream came to Orgrim, carrying the equally infamous [Bloodhowl] giant axe: "Although I always think that races other than orcs are unreliable, I also don't like your attitude towards foreigners, but I like your ability to always solve problems."

Orgrim didn't care about Grom's complaint at all, and the huge warhammer lightly touched the face of Gorehowl's axe. The two famous weapons made a dull and heavy impact sound.

"The strongest kingdom of mankind is Lordaeron, see you in Lordaeron." Orgrim bared his teeth.

"See you in Lordaeron!" Grom walked down the hill without looking back, leaving a series of deep footprints and a glorious back.

The orc transport fleet was still blocking people, and the Bloodsail Fleet and the main orc fleet, which set off first, encountered the enemy around 10 o'clock in the morning.

An ultra-light fast reconnaissance ship like a typical elf-style boat appeared on the horizon, and then, when the Bloodsail Fleet sounded the alarm, sails appeared on the horizon.

Duke Farrewell frowned.

It was too early, before the entire fleet sailed out of the Palatine Bay, it encountered the Kul Tiras fleet that was out in force. It seems that the alliance's navy seems to have made up their minds to wipe out their main fleet of Bloodsail and the orcs here, and regain control of the sea.

what happened? !

The Duke of Farrewell couldn't help but look at his daughter's flagship half a mile away to his right.

However, since we met, let's fight!

"Order! The entire fleet is 40 degrees to starboard. We must try our best to seize the windward direction."

As soon as the Duke's order came down, it was met with merciless opposition. An orc who spoke the Common Tongue slammed his tomahawk hard on the parapet.

"It doesn't need to be so complicated, just attack directly!"

"Damn it! It's common sense to seize the upper hand!"

"The great tribe does not need your so-called common sense! It only needs you to be close enough to the enemy's ships. The warriors of the Burning Blade clan will solve all problems." The orc said in a low voice.

It's not that the Duke of Farrewell has never heard of the great feat of a certain orc chief who demolished several ships in Kul Tiras with a single axe, but he never thought that the orcs were going to use such an extremely simple and violent method to solve all problems.

This simply subverts all common sense in naval warfare.

No! More than common sense.

Farrewell clearly felt the orc's mistrust.

That evil great chief wished that his Bloodsail fleet and the human fleet would die together, so that the orc transport ships could safely pass through every sea area in the world.

"cut!"

But the situation was stronger than others, the Duke finally waved his hand fiercely, and a dozen seconds later, a blood-red heraldic flag unfurled in the wind on his flagship.

This idiot-like order was immediately received repeated confirmation flags from various command ships.

Gritting his teeth, he confirmed.

Just like that, the entire combined fleet of Bloodsail and Orcs formed two columns and charged straight up like a fool.

The more 'reasonable' alliance fleet is like a crab with its teeth and claws open. The fleet unfolds like opening its jaws, and the encirclement situation is formed within half an hour.

At 10:45 in the morning, the famous "Battle of the Palatine Gulf" started!

Something happened at home tonight, sorry, I will make an update on Friday.