Chapter 37 6. Tide of Darkness

"The fleet is ready! Warchief!"

Dahl, Sword Master of the Burning Blade Clan, walked into Orgrim's tent and shouted, "Your order is now waiting!"

"good!"

Wearing a black armor, Orgrim raised his one-handed warhammer in one hand, and followed the old swordsman out of the tent. It was already dusk in the wetland. Going up to the sea and sky, it is like a big pot that has been cooked, almost boiling.

On the pier temporarily opened in this wetland, hundreds of temporary troop carriers are lined up on the sea. Although each ship looks so rough and weird, it is so dark that it almost covers the entire sea. The fleet still has an unexpected rough beauty.

In fact, the orcs don't need particularly strong warships. The sea between the wetlands and the hills of Hillsbrad is very narrow. If there is no attack, they only need less than 2 hours of sailing to arrive. The hilly coast is not so much a fleet conquest as a beach landing.

And the orcs themselves are not good at sailing. To build such a huge fleet in just two months, it must be that the orcs have received assistance from other sources.

"Warchief Orgrim, Steamwheedle and the Trade Prince are... very satisfied with this business deal!"

Surrounded by a group of ogres, a green-skinned dwarf walked up to Chief Orgrim. He was dressed in clothes similar to human nobles, but shrank several times, and he was wearing a monocle. With that mouthful of white teeth and distorted and exaggerated face, the philistine's eyes looked somewhat ridiculous.

This is the native race of Azeroth, the goblins. I will talk about their origin later. In short, the huge fleet in front of the chieftain was built with the help of these goblins, and the price is...

"I am also very satisfied with this transaction!"

Orgrim waved his hand, and a few orcs drove a carriage full of boxes and stopped at the port. These boxes were engraved with the logo of the Royal Treasury of the Stormwind Kingdom, and they were filled with yellow and orange gold coins and luxury goods. .

"After we leave, I still need you to build me another fleet capable of oceangoing sailing!"

The great chief looked at the goblin who was rubbing his hands, and said in a deep voice:

"The sea chart you sold me clearly pointed out that there is another part of this sea, and there is another piece of land with the same area as this continent. When I conquer this continent, there... will also belong to the orcs! "

"The Steamwheedle Consortium is at your service wholeheartedly, Warchief Orgrim!"

The goblin shrieked, with a yellow-orange gleam in his eyes:

"When you return in victory, you will see a fleet that can rival the navy of Kul Tiras! It belongs to your fleet! But I must confirm whether the Horde has enough gold to pay the bill..."

"snort!"

Orgrim shook his head for this kind of merchant race who only had gold coins in their eyes. He didn't like these goblins, but at this time he needed to rely on the power of these crazy merchants, so he thought for a while and said in a deep voice:

"You can send people to the port of Stormwind City, and the orcs who stay there will give you the rest of the Stormwind City vault! Those gold cannot be eaten or worn, it is meaningless to us!"

"But gold is life to a goblin! My Warchief!"

The goblin merchant imitated the orcs and patted his chest, promising: "The Steamwheedle Consortium is a credible merchant, and we will fulfill our promise!"

"Then step back! Mr. Buddy, the next thing is for the soldiers."

The great chief waved his hand, and the greedy goblin obediently left. In front of the great chief, the orc soldiers were quickly boarding the ship. Every ship was full of fully armed orc soldiers.

"This trip is enough to transport more than 20,000 soldiers! But it's not enough!"

Chief Orgrim walked into the strongest battleship with his guards. He stood on the bridge and looked at the calm sea in the distance. He said in a deep voice:

"It takes at least three round trips to ensure that all our soldiers are sent to the Hillsbrad Hills... Counting the preparations, it will take two days. It seems that the blitzkrieg will not be able to be fought."

"But we can at least defeat their vanguard!"

The old sword Saint Dar. Triple Bloodblade said to his great chief: "The more soldiers are attracted to the front, the greater the success rate of Saurfang's surprise attack from behind!"

"Let's wait until we set foot on the hilly land first..."

Orgrim's eyes were a bit unfriendly, he felt the shock when hundreds of troop carriers set sail together, and he said softly: "The admiral of Kul Tiras will not let us break through the sea so easily... .”

"boom"

The great chief slammed his fist on the table at hand, and a cold light flashed in his eyes:

"This time, if the incompetent Zuluhed messes things up again, I'll take his head!"

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On the wide sea between the wetlands and hills, there is an island with an extremely important geographical location, like a stone stuck in the center of the sea, named Zurred Island, which was taken over by the Alliance Navy half a year ago As a strategic location, 70% of the warships sailing in the nearby waters will replenish fresh water and food here.

And the commander of the alliance's navy, King Daelin Proudmoore of Kul Tiras, is also located on this island. In fact, Dailin came from this island to support him during the storm half a year ago. Set off to support Nanhai Town.

At this time, in the naval headquarters of Zurred Island, King Dailin seemed to feel something, and walked back and forth in his command hall restlessly. The king's eyes were fixed on the table. On his nautical map, in it, there is a big red X marked in the depths of the wetlands.

"What the hell are you hiding there?"

The admiral frowned. In the past six months, he received news more than once that the orcs stayed in a certain port in the wetland on a large scale. He was frantically attacked by the orcs, and even provoked the orcs' dragon knights several times.

So far, Dai Lin has only learned about the orcs making ships there through the investigation of the mages, but the number of ships and their combat effectiveness are unknown. This quickly became Dai Lin's heart disease.

In the recent period of time, he even uncharacteristically reduced the frequency of warship reconnaissance, and hoarded a large amount of war supplies on Zurred Island.

Dai Lin has already sensed... a sea battle is coming soon!

Facts have proved that Dai Lin is worthy of the title of "Admiral". Just when he was fidgeting, the hurried knight Cyrus rushed into the general's command room. He said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, the orcs are attacking from the sea! It's dark, they launched a general attack! The target is Hillsbrad Hills!"

"boom"

"really!"

Dai Lin slammed her fist on the command table:

"I knew that Orgrim's bastard lied to us! He didn't want to bite the bones of Stromgarde in the undefended Arathi Highlands. He planned to plunge the sword into our hearts from the very beginning!"

"Cyrus, send a message to Marshal Lothar! Get him ready for war!"

The admiral took his blue captain's cap trimmed with white fluff from the table and put it on his head.

"Then, the Kul Tiras navy... follow me!"

"bang bang bang"

The sound of the salute sounded in the port, and more than 80 well-equipped warships slowly sailed out of the port. The elite navy of Kul Tiras was busy on the deck, moving the shells to the side of the cannon, and the combat soldiers checked their equipment. After these human warships, there are more than 20 elven warships from Quel'Thalas. This is the alliance's most elite naval force, and all of them are now commanded by King Daelin.

He strode onto the bridge of his flagship, feeling the cool sea breeze at night and the vibration of the hull, he took a deep breath, turned his head and asked:

"Drake, where are Waycrest and the others?"

The great knight Cyrus looked at the battle report in his hand, and quickly replied:

"The 20 ships of His Royal Highness are departing from South Sea Town. The 24 ships of the Waycrest Knights are currently clearing up the orc pirates in the southern waters. We have sent a signal. They will need about 4 hours of sailing to reach this point." piece of sea."

"They may not catch up..."

Dai Lin's fingers clenched the railing in front of him. The sun in the distance was sinking into the sea little by little. The human fleet lined up behind him, forming a line of defense that was almost impossible to cross in order to meet the attack. .

"Until I fall, I will not allow a single orc to set foot on human lands!"

This thought surged in Dai Lin's heart. After nearly 20 minutes of slow sailing and waiting, under the observation of the fleet navigator's telescope, the dark fleet of orcs finally appeared on the sea.

"swish"

A crimson chess piece was waving on the flagship, which represented that the admiral had issued an order to prepare for battle, and the captains of other ships immediately entered a combat state.

Hundreds of cannons have been aimed at the direction of the orcs' attack. Although the human navy is ready to face all challenges, when the orcs' fleet really comes into view, even Dai Lin, all The commander was taken aback.

"so much!"

The admiral clenched his fists: "There are at least 300 ships! Where did these orcs get so many ships!"

On the sea in front of his eyes, 300 orc ships were layered on top of each other, densely packed almost all over the entire sea, like a black tide rolling up on the sea, attacking the human fleet crazily, like a crazy Like army ants.

Even at a distance of several kilometers, the noise of those orcs seemed to be heard, and some impatient orcs frantically provoked the human fleet with artillery when it was impossible to hit them.

They are like a group of black locusts floating on the sea, already full of desire to plunder the land behind the navy.

Seeing the provocative shelling of the orcs, the dense water column splashed by those shells on the sea surface, the monstrous ugly momentum, a touch of unyielding anger flashed in Dai Lin's eyes:

"Fire! They don't know how to fight naval battles at all! Let Admiral Dai Lin teach you well!"

"It doesn't matter if there are 300 ships or 3,000 ships! Send all these green skins into the sea!"

The admiral's order was transmitted to other ships through semaphore, and 5 minutes later, the first wave of ultra-long-range artillery attacks began.

"Boom boom boom boom"

In just an instant, the tranquility of the sea under the setting sun was completely shattered by the sound of roaring artillery fire, and the red-hot artillery shells flew out from the gun bore that was raised to a very high angle, as if darting across the sky. Like a gnawing giant eagle, it flapped its wings of flames and rushed into the sky, crossed a gorgeous circular arc, and then, with a scream of death, fell from the sky and smashed hard on the sea in front of the orc fleet.

Unlike the orcs who don't have a full-time navy at all, the Kingdom of Kul Tiras has ruled the waters of the Eastern Continent since its founding. When it comes to commanding naval battles, ten Orgrims tied together are no match for Dailin. .

"boom"

Among the shells fired like a barrage, a dozen or so shells hit the target. Solid shells fell from the sky and hit the orc troop carriers. Sexual blows, there is no defense at all.

"boom"

A troop carrier was almost broken from the middle, and hundreds of orc soldiers fell into the water screaming. In this situation, they were doomed...

Tyrion rode on his death horse with no expression on his face. Among the wreckage of the ship in his hand was a piece of shell that had been frozen and failed to explode, and the wails of death filled his side. A way of standing out from the crowd, standing on the ever-changing sea.

He is becoming more and more proficient in using death energy, freezing the seawater under his feet into ice to ensure that he does not fall into the water, this is almost the most basic operation.

"Save me! Save me!"

An orc grabbed the leg bone of Tyrion's death horse, trying to ensure that he would not drown in this way, but the death knight didn't even look at him, and steered the horse towards another ship. In the past, the orc holding the horse's bone leg was quickly frozen into ice by the cold death energy, and then fell silently into the sea.

The first wave of attacks produced such a result, which made Dai Lin very happy, and he swung his fist down fiercely.

"Bombardment! Continue to bombard, throw all the shells down on Greenskin's head!"

The great knight Cyrus who was watching all this excitedly said to the admiral:

"Look! Their formation is messed up, they don't know how to fight naval battles at all! We can send all the tribes to hell here! You can end this war at sea!"

"It's not that simple, Cyrus!"

Dai Lin shook his head. Looking at the chaotic tribal fleet in the distance, he said in a deep voice:

"Orgrim...he is not a reckless commander, since he dared to cross the sea in front of me, he must have his own way..."