Chapter 304: The Battle of the Palatine Gulf (Part 1)

Later generations' evaluation of the Battle of the Palatine Gulf is one-sided.

Of course, this is not a traditional naval battle.

The collision of the two concepts made this naval battle a bit weird.

The traditional human navy pursues the doctrine of giant ships and cannons.

The orc navy is playing a typical white soldier battle.

In a sense, orcs play this very smoothly. This is not the cannon that Duke crossed before it fired dozens of kilometers at every turn, not even the gunboats of World War II that fired at each other at 20,000 meters.

This is really not a problem for the orc sword master who plays Limbo Weibu.

Hellscream dismantles the Gundam with bare hands, oh, it is [Blood Roar] dismantling the warship, which is a good inspiration for the orcs. Against the wind or something, the orc warship is not empty at all. The guns on the orc warship are basically decoration. In the final analysis, it is just a large transport ship that can move.

As soon as they entered the two seas, a lot of sampan-class boats were immediately released from the huge garbage ship, and the peons supported these modified capped small tortoise shells, and rushed straight to the Kul Tiras warship.

Human cannons are useful against ships, and small boats like this should be blinded. Not to mention, there are more than a dozen completely unscientific orc sword masters who came on the waves

General Dai Lin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the orc's tactics were as expected.

In the sea, at a depth of tens of meters, blue-white magical light suddenly lit up.

The light was so dense that none of the orcs noticed it except those orc sword masters.

The next moment, ice rain rose towards the sky from the bottom of the sea.

Bright, beautiful, nothing to do with nature, but accompanied by death.

The Frost Arrow of the Murloc Wise Man was terrible in terms of lethality, but it was not a problem to pierce the bottom of a small boat. The murloc's unique talent could make the sea water open a track for the Frost Arrow, and accurately shoot through the weak bottom of the boat.

"Hahaha! Great kill!" Admiral Dai Lin let out a hearty laugh as he watched the small boats that were paddling quickly trying to get closer stopped and fell into the water.

It's not that the orc sword master who was riding the waves never thought about taking care of these murlocs who got in the way. Firstly, underwater warfare is not their specialty, and secondly, there are some stronger experts to deal with them.

A large number of Naga priests including the Murloc Prophet Mogol, the Wrathscale Naga Walla, and the Spiky Spine Naga Seferis all came.

"Quack oh oh la—" Chanting an incantation with unknown meaning, Mogor suddenly amplified his move.

In the sea, murlocs and naga have natural magic bonuses.

Not to mention that this is a battlefield that was arranged early in the morning. Under the water, unremarkable conch shells, mussel shells sunken tens of meters deep, or the most inconspicuous dead coral suddenly emitted the unique brilliance of magic.

Two points are connected into a line, and multiple lines are connected into lines. At this time, through the clear sea water, the orc sword master on the sea suddenly discovered a huge magic circle with a diameter of more than 100 square meters in the bottom of the sea.

"Wow--" Mogor's only three fingers on each hand twitched twitchingly, his eyes turned white, and a madness like a magic stick appeared on his face.

The next moment, the sea sank.

In an instant, in the huge sea area with a radius of 300 meters, the sea level suddenly sank by more than 30 meters.

A huge vortex formed rapidly.

On the side, the 100-meter huge wave stirred up by the magic easily swept everything in the vortex into the bottom of the sea.

The Juggernaut of the Burning Blade Clan is awesome, but it's not underwater warfare!

The bottom of the water is the world of marine life.

In the magic circle, countless jellyfish-like tentacles rose up, pulling the orc sword master to a deeper seabed. The sword masters held their breath, and worked hard to cut the tentacles of the jellyfish in the bottom of the water with considerable resistance, but they cut off one to three tentacles, and five to ten tentacles.

Not to mention that they are big living people, even a big ship might not be able to resist this kind of weird tactics.

"Lok-tar, ogar!"

Victory or death!

None of the orcs showed a fearful expression on their faces, only more orc speedboats tried to bypass the vortex by paddling quickly and head towards the Kul Tiras fleet.

On the flagship, Dai Lin held a scimitar in his right hand and a short-barreled musket in his left, watching the scene quietly.

A calm smile appeared on his face: "Okay, my old friend, it's time for you to make a decision. But before that..."

"Hey——" A green phantom approached at high speed, his speed was so fast, just the splash of water under his feet splashed a long white water line on the sea surface.

No long-range weapon could hit this erratic figure.

In this way, he crossed the seven or eight heights between the sea surface and the ship's side like lightning, and rushed to the deck.

Miscellaneous fish naturally couldn't catch his figure.

But what greeted him was a warhammer with a holy golden radiance.

"Kang!" There was a buzzing sound, and the orc sword master and the comer fought each other without fancy.

"I am the paladin Tirion Fordring, tell me your name, orc!" Tirion, who was simply called Lafayette by countless players before Duke crossed, was the most powerful moment in his life.

The sea breeze blew his hair and beard, making this young knight even more imposing.

"Galao!" After the orc sword master just spit out this name, he immediately bullied himself and fought with Lafayette.

That's not all about orcs.

To capture the thief first, capture the king, this trick, the orcs will also do it.

A bleak saber light came from Dai Lin's back, and no one in the whole boat knew where the saber light came from, except Dai Lin himself!

"Dang!" With a sound, an unconventional scimitar rested on the back, and the shiny scimitar edge just rightly blocked the sharp blade that should have pierced Yilin's chest.

"Bang bang!"

Almost in no particular order, two musket shots sounded.

The attacker was shot by a musket completely unresistingly from the Japanese.

This is no ordinary single barrel musket.

How can there be low-grade goods for the king?

It was obviously a musket triggered by a trigger, but the barrel of the musket glowed with the brilliance of a magic circle. The complicated and mysterious water-blue incantations did not appear on the barrel until the moment the gun was fired. And it's obviously a single-barreled musket, but under the influence of magic, it fires twice in a row. It's really a blast and death.

"Wow!" An orc swordsman with a red flag on his back, a string of huge white beads around his neck, and a single-edged sword in his hand took three steps back and emerged.

"Despicable!" He spoke in standard lingua franca.

A smug smile appeared on the face of Dai Lin's beautiful man, who had been baptized by the sea breeze: "Hey! I don't want to be called mean by an orc who can only attack from behind! We are at most just one level of opponent... Don't you think so? Samu Lo!"

That's right, it was the orc hero swordsman Samuro who came.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Samuro immediately swung his sword and rushed forward.

Sorry for the long wait, my son is sick today...I am also drunk.