Chapter 416 Great Victory at Sea

The Endless Sea, about a dozen nautical miles north of the Great Whirlpool, is a place where the wind howls, the torrential rain pours, and the lightning and thunder are like a dark night. Generally speaking, there must be no ships and creatures on the bottom of the sea who dare to be here at this time. active. Because, the ruthless wind and waves are enough to smash or capsize any poorly-performing ship or navigator with insufficient skills! Even sea creatures like Naga or murlocs will dive deep into the sea, away from the violent sea surface and those chaotic ocean currents, even the lowest sea fish, the instinct of creatures to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages will drive them away from here .

However, here, in the yellow danger zone of the vortex ocean current shown on the Kul Tiras naval chart, there is a large group of Kul Tiras Seventh Fleet navies, desperately chasing and killing people in the storm. The Horde fleet fleeing desperately ahead!

This place is about a depression away from the dangerous vortex, no more than a dozen nautical miles at most, and it is an extremely dangerous area!

In normal times, when the wind is insufficient or the course is wrong, as long as any ship accidentally enters here, there will always be a dead end! But today, neither the Kul Tiras navy on the attacking side nor the large Horde fleet on the escaping side paid any attention to the danger here, and continued to head southeastward, driven by the powerful vortex ocean current turning clockwise. And the violent tenth-level north wind, sprinting crazily on the sea at an incredible speed.

Under the multi-day storm ceremony of those orc shamans before, the dark clouds in the sky kept rolling, and the explosion of thunder was deafening. It also fell from above from time to time, directly blasting to the surface of the dark and dim sea everywhere.

Those huge waves that were almost as high as the bow of the ship rushed towards the bow or stern of the two sides one after another, causing countless cubic meters of salty sea water to pour into the deck and the cabin below in an instant! At this time, whether it is humans or orcs, both sides have arranged countless sailors and soldiers to continuously use wooden barrels to hoist the seawater pouring into the bottom warehouse of the ship to a higher deck, and then continuously send water from the ship's window. Push it out!

Both of them had to do this, because when the wind was rough and the waves were high, it was no joke for sea water to rush into the cabin! Just now, several orc ships have sunk due to the influx of sea water and untimely drainage.

At this time, the sails and cables on both sides had been tied up, and no one dared to run onto the deck without protection! Because, if you really want to do that, the ruthless giant waves will instantly swallow anyone and pull them directly into the deep sea water...

And compared to the low drainage efficiency of the orcs, the Seventh Fleet of the Kul Tiras Navy is much more professional! In addition to the necessary use of labor and buckets to drain the water, there are two human drainage vehicles on the left and right of each ship. As long as the person is replaced, the drainage device like the water row is constantly stepped on to make it rotate continuously. Get up, you can directly discharge the seawater out of the cabin through the pipeline!

At this time, in addition to rushing forward with the wind and the ocean current, the countless ships on both sides were also violently swinging up and down from time to time!

For the Kul Tirans, who are used to seeing wind and waves, and the entire fleet is naval, they have long been used to this terrible situation! At most, it just makes them slower and more careful when moving in the cabin.

However, for most of the tribal warriors who are landlubbers, this is very fatal!

"Great chief! Our loss is too serious! I just took a look at the stern of the ship, and the ships that are still following us may be less than half of their departure time!"

At the forefront of the orcs, on the ship of Great Chief Thrall, King Saurfang carried the chopping ax of his high-ranking warlord on his back, staggered and supported the thick wooden ship along the railing, and struggled to reach the up, against the wind, the storm, the thunder, and the sea,

Just standing firmly on the deck, he kept casting and guiding some kind of shaman spell next to Thrall, and then began to report loudly.

During this period of time when the enemy and the enemy were chasing and fleeing each other, the side of their tribe suffered extremely heavy losses!

Anyway, according to King Saurfang's estimate, they have already lost more than half of their ships! And half of these ships may have been sunk after being destroyed by the Seventh Fleet or swallowed by the ruthless maelstrom after being damaged; some may have lost their way and crashed into the maelstrom; After being swept by a big wave, it disappeared instantly...

"Saurfang...we have no choice now but to move on!"

Thrall, who constantly guided the strong wind to blow his sails, and instructed the sea to drag the ships nearby to rush forward, could only sullenly, reluctantly gave Saurfang such an answer.

More than half of their tribal fleet has been lost, of course Thrall knows it! Thrall, now the great chief, thought that he was attacked by the enemy because of his wrong decision, but he was more saddened than anyone else, more angry than anyone else, and blamed himself more than anyone else!

but……

This is just like what he himself said, they really have no other choice now, they can only continue to bite the bullet and continue to rush forward, life and death depend entirely on the next game! Otherwise, even if it is not swallowed by the sea, it will be bombarded and sunk into the sea by the Kul Tiras navy behind it.

"But, the front is really too dangerous... It's a maelstrom, can we really rush through it?"

As the most forward navigator, Saurfang threw himself in front of the railing of the bow, and then ignored the huge waves that hit his face from time to time, letting them hit his body and face heavily, and at the same time let those Bitter and salty seawater poured into his throat from his mouth that opened his fangs, and he just stared at the distance of their ship.

Directly ahead, there is a huge pit with almost invisible edges, just like the Mulgore Plain surrounded by mountains next to the Barrens... However, Saurfang knew that that It's not a plain, nor a big valley, but a gigantic super whirlpool that's bigger than the entire Durotar!

Once they are scraped in, then none of them will live!

"We can definitely do it, the soul of our ancestors will definitely protect us!"

"Right now, the shamans are working hard together with me... As long as those behind them don't fall behind, we will definitely be able to rush over, definitely..."

Great Chief Thrall, whose whole body has been drenched by the sea, is constantly cooperating with the shamans in the cabin to guide the power of the storm and the sea. Warriors seek a difficult way to survive!

And this is the self-salvation he, Thrall, made for the mistakes he made...

"Saurfang, my brother..."

"Diagnosis here is very dangerous, I won't be able to take care of you later... You'd better hide in the cabin as soon as possible!"

Holding the Hammer of Doom high and continuing to guide the shaman's power, he tried his best to communicate with the elements of the storm and the sea. After holding on to the railing and refusing to leave, he couldn't help but speak a little persuasion.

Now on the bow deck, there will be nothing but thunder, storm, heavy rain, and huge waves, and it is too dangerous! Therefore, at this time, it would be the best choice to stay in the cabin.

"No, Sal..."

"If we are all going to die today, then I will stand here, at the bow of this ship, and watch with wide eyes how I am going to die! Instead of running into the cabin like a coward Tremblingly waiting for fate's judgment! I will never!!"

"We orcs, never give up!"

"The demons of the Burning Legion did not defeat us... Humans did not enslave us... Now, this storm cannot make us submit..."

Boom! ! !

As soon as Saurfang finished speaking, after a flash of lightning, huge waves rushed towards the bow of their ship, forcing him to quickly shut up, and tightly grasped the thick and strong crossbar, firmly He firmly fixed his body on the bow of the boat, so as not to be swept away by the waves.

If he was swept into the sea by the wind and waves just after he finished his bold words, then he will die with regret!

"..."

However, his mouth just grew a bit big, and he was accidentally filled with sea water again. Therefore, for the sake of his own body, he was able to hold on for a while longer at the bow. King Saurfang felt that he still It's better to keep your mouth shut.

"Sorry... my brother..."

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"Good guy! Another ship has been caught!"

At this time, another tribal galleon fell behind due to the unprofessional handling of amateur sailors, and then they managed to land within the reach of the Admiral's right-hyun muzzle.

"Fire! Fire now! Great opportunity, hurry up, pull away those tarps, light them one by one, and sink them hard for me!!"

"Attention all gunners: only firing in sequence is allowed, and salvo firing is strictly prohibited! We may only have one chance to fire, give me an aim before firing!"

On the second and third decks of the right window, when the gunnery officers saw the tribal ship swaying to their right side outside, they were extremely excited, and one by one they opened the waterproofing of the guns. Bu, after aiming, directly extended the inextinguishable magic torch to the medicine door of the naval gun.

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of cannons began to sound one by one, and a shell slammed through the tumbling waves and attacked the enemy ship.

However, in this rainstorm and thunderstorm weather, the sound of this cannon was quickly covered by the roar of thunderstorms... Except for the warships that fired and the ships that were beaten, no one would pay attention to this The voices, most of them, were still fighting with the wind and the waves.

Soon, amidst the excited cheers of a group of Kul Tiran sailors, on the opponent's rough ship, after more than 30 shells blasted past, although only three to five shells hit the opponent by chance, the enemy was in front of him. While punching holes in the hull of the ship, one of them was lucky enough to break one of the opponent's masts.

"here you go!"

"Keep reloading, pay attention to waterproofing, don't worry about it anymore, they are dead!"

If it is in other places, they may stop to make up the knife until the opponent sinks!

But now, at the maelstrom in the storm area, when they saw the opponent's ship being brought to the south by the waves and the ocean current of the maelstrom, they knew that those unlucky tribal beasts must be hopeless !

"Quick! Keep your eyes open to see who else falls within our range!"

After sinking another enemy ship and reaping the victory of another enemy ship, the artillery officer of Kul Tiras used a knife to draw a notch on the wooden board beside him, while smiling at those busy The artillery commanded and shouted.

There are already three fresh nicks on the hull board beside him, proving that they have destroyed or damaged three enemy ships! But here, injuring is equivalent to destroying, there is absolutely no reason for luck!

"Attention, show me everything carefully, see the magic lights on the bow and stern of the ship, and then look at the sails, don't hit your own people!"

Now in the storm area, due to the weather and heavy rain, the sky is a bit dark, but the Kul Tirans naturally have a set of identification measures for navigating in the dark, heavy rain or thick fog, and distinguishing friendly forces, which is better than those messy tribes ahead. The Beasts are so much better! After all, they in Kul Tiras have sailed on this ocean for countless generations, and the accumulated experience is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Wait... What are the ships in front of you trying to do? Not good! They are about to collide, so avoid them!!!"

Just when the sailors on this ship bombarded the enemy so happy, they were horrified to find that several tribal ships that had been rushing forward with the wind and the water at the rear suddenly turned their rudders, A large semicircle was drawn on the surface of the sea, and while there was still some momentum, against the strong sea wind and waves, it rammed into the ships of the Seventh Fleet that were the closest to the orcs!

On the decks of those orc ships, some crazy and bloodthirsty tribal soldiers with sharp knives can still be vaguely seen, such as those pig-headed, bull-headed monsters or green skins, etc...

Although most of those ships that turned suddenly were gradually losing speed due to the violent north wind and the action of waves and ocean currents after the sharp turn, and were taken by the vortex to the direction of the large vortex to the south, but there were still two ships that were fierce. It slammed into a battleship in the Seventh Fleet that was too close to the front due to too close pursuit!

"Kill!!"

"Ready to fight!"

"ah……"

When they collided, apart from the faint sounds of fighting and weapon clashes, soon, the three ships that were entangled and lost their speed were taken southward by the ruthless storm and vortex. After a while, it completely disappeared.

"..."

"Your Excellency, Admiral! We can't go on like this anymore, the area ahead is very dangerous, if we don't leave, we may not be able to leave!!"

"Hurry up and retreat, Your Excellency, Admiral! Our ship is a big ship, listen to the strange noises of the keel and planks on our ship... We are not as stupid as the orcs. In this weather and In the sea conditions, the performance of their broken ships is actually more powerful than our delicate warships!!"

"Please retreat, Your Excellency, Admiral... Enough is enough now, let the beasts of the tribe, their fate, be judged by the merciless sea!"

As the most forward navigator and the flagship of commanding orders, the people on the Admiral also saw the depression of the whirlpool in the distance and the naval battleship that was just hit by several orc tribe ships that wanted to die together. Therefore, at this moment, the first mate who had been staying beside Dai Lin finally couldn't help admonishing Admiral Dai Lin who was steering the steering wheel himself through wind and rain.

Now this area is already on the edge of the red and yellow danger zone, plus they are navigation ships, if one is not careful, the entire fleet behind can be brought into the ditch! At that time, it will really be a big joke!

"..."

"Forget it, you're right...then let's go now..."

Looking at the 30 to 50 remaining large ships of those tribes that are close at hand, and may be wiped out immediately after chasing after a while, Admiral Daelin Proudmoore thought about it seriously, and finally, his reason quickly passed. After defeating the hatred, he turned the rudder violently, changing from the original southeast heading to the due south by using the crosswind.

"Go, you hang the magic navigation lights for withdrawing from the battle on the stern and mast, and let the ships behind follow closely, we will start to evacuate now..."

Although they did not completely wipe out the orc fleet, they must have wiped out most of the warships during the three hours of the pursuit battle, and it is still unknown whether the remaining ones can successfully escape from the maelstrom. Therefore, Dai Lin felt that they had achieved a brilliant victory, and it was time to retreat.

If it is in other places, just one command down. However, right now in the dangerous maelstrom of the endless sea, after the explosion and sinking of the Well of Eternity tore apart the earth, the magnetic field here has become abnormally chaotic. Not much use anymore.

Therefore, now in this stormy weather, they can only rely on their experienced old captains to barely judge the direction according to the direction of the current, and they must always be vigilant! Otherwise, in the vast sea, the tumbling waves will make you accidentally drive the boat to the wrong place, and then, it will be doomed!

"Obey! Your Excellency, General!"

Finally, following Daelin's order, magic navigation lights of special colors began to hang on the stern and mast of the Admiral. In this windy and windy storm area, they looked extremely dazzling! Then, the naval warships of Kul Tiras continued to fight against the wind and waves, while silently following behind the flagship in front, and began their triumphant voyage after victory.

In this battle, they gained countless gains, at least half of the orc fleet was directly or indirectly destroyed by them, and at least tens of thousands of tribal soldiers were buried by them into the ruthless sea...

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