Chapter 410 24. The Last Night of Kul Tiras

"Quick! Hurry up!"

Standing on the bridge of her flagship "Sea King", Dailin Proudmoore no longer had the personable image she once had. She sailed back to Kul Tiras from South Sea Town within 2 days. Admiral Almost every sailor in his two fleets was pushed to the extreme.

This is already an unimaginable super high speed in the sailing age.

At this time, watching the land he loves being covered by gunpowder smoke and destructive war clouds, the king of Kul Tiras has disheveled hair, a gloomy face, and a hoarse voice. He is as anxious as an angry lion, walking back and forth on the bridge with.

"Hurry up!"

His roar resounded over the deck again, and the sailors were silently busy on the deck, taking off the gun coverings of the cannons on both sides, and piled the shells in a specific area, and the sailors on land were repairing their weapons. There was undisguised anger on every face.

Anyone who hears that their homeland has been captured by the enemy should feel outraged.

And under the cabins of these two fleets, there are paladins assembled by the Knights of the Silver Hand, the most valiant infantry in the empire, the sword knights of the Arathor Empire, dwarf mortarmen who like to play with explosives, and some The elf ranger who is good at long-range assassination, the ballast at the bottom of the cabin is even more frightening, the shiny steam tank that has been wiped.

This is a fleet armed to the teeth, a fleet full of vengeful wrath. The human empire has lost the Stormwind Kingdom and Khaz Modan. Any reasonable person can no longer allow Kul Tiras to fall to the undead under the iron hoof.

But will is one thing, anger is another, reality is another.

Today, two of the three large islands in the mainland of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras have been infiltrated by undead. It is also very difficult to drive the undead into the sea within a short period of time.

"I see Boralus! It's just ahead!"

The voice of the navigator cheered up everyone on the deck, but when the fleet crossed the col of Tiragarde Strait and saw the dead city emitting black smoke from afar, all Everyone fell into an eerie silence.

The pearl of Kul Tiras, the great port city that symbolizes freedom, has been destroyed just like that. In the once bustling port, only some mindless walking corpses are left cleaning up the ruins. The Kul Tiras Battle Banner fluttering in the wind was also taken down, replaced by the black, ominous Broken Blade Banner.

This scene caused Dai Lin's fingers to clasp the fence of the bridge in front of him fiercely. Between the clicks, the king's eyes burst out with light, like real burning flames.

"Boom those boats!"

Dai Lin pulled out the command knife at her waist and shouted loudly:

"Open the port and shoot every shell! Tell the undead that we are back!"

"Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka"

As the two fleets steered collectively on the sea outside the Tiragarde Strait, the wooden ships made a rattling sound under the tremendous pressure. The tall portholes on both sides of the battleship were opened, and a door The guns emitting black light were pushed into the gun positions, and the most powerful flagship "Sea King Power" had an astonishing 35 guns on one side, plus the temporary guns placed on the deck, the battleship was in full swing at once. One shot can send any enemy in front of you to hell.

The admiral personally raised the red signal flag. He stared at the city that belonged to him but had already been thrown into hell. The next moment, the blood-red signal flag in his hand swung down.

"Boom boom boom boom boom"

Like thunder rising from the sea, the scorching shells whizzed sharply in the air, and sprayed water all over the sea, but they also successfully destroyed those who were controlled by the undead and deliberately blocked the entrance of the port. The pirate ships and merchant ships here, this is the "fleet" that Tyrion formed within 2 days. He found all the ships that could be used and equipped them with undead.

The Dark Blade King didn't expect to defeat Kul Tiras' Armada with such a patchwork fleet, he just wanted to see with his own eyes the power of the Armada.

And now, he saw it.

A salvo from the First Fleet sent one-third of the hastily organized Undead Fleet into the icy sea, while the Undead Fleet's counterattacks were sparse, and the random shells didn't even hit a single ship. The supply ship, the water splashes flying around on the sea are like a mockery.

Laughing at the overreach of the undead.

The power of the Kul Tiras Armada was fully demonstrated in this wave of bombardment. Compared with land corps, the navy, an army that requires extremely high levels of literacy, is obviously still a bit out of control with the current composition of undead.

A few minutes later, the calibrated artillery of the First Fleet opened fire again. This time, the remaining ships were all shrouded in the rain of bullets from the sky. Farther away from this howling hell with your own ship.

And this scene of being beaten by the Kul Tirans on the sea without any power to fight back completely fell into the eyes of Tyrion who was standing in the far corner of the city, and the eyes of the Dark Blade King flashed A bit unwilling, but as he himself said, this time he came to Kul Tiras alone, accompanied by only the high-ranking knights of Aiur. Can fight the fleet of Kul Tiras.

But now, facing the overwhelming firepower under Dai Lin's command, unless Tyrion played in person, the undead stuck in the port area would have no chance.

"I feel more and more that Dark Blade urgently needs a real admiral."

Tyrion said to the El knight standing behind him:

"The navy of Kul Tiras is a great threat. We must have a force that can also fight against it. How long has it been since I have encountered this kind of war that is so overwhelming? It's really bad. experience!"

"We have the Crimson Sword, Your Majesty."

Knight Al comforted his king in a soft voice: "I have seen that fleet with my own eyes. It is protected by the fog of war and can even dive into the sea when necessary. , they are just not here, if we are more prepared, even if it is Dai Lin, don't think about it so easily..."

"Are you comforting me, Al."

Tyrion waved his hand to interrupt the high-ranking knight's narration, and he said in a deep voice:

"Am I so fragile in your eyes? Don't make excuses for our failure. Losing is losing! As for the Crimson Sword? The comparison on paper is meaningless, and the ghost fleet is just a toy in my opinion." ...it lacks a soul, it lacks a real core."

The Dark Blade King stared at the Armada that was slowly leaning against the cleared pier and began to march towards the ground. He looked at the king with brave sailors who rushed towards the harbor square like a tiger. He said softly:

"But it doesn't matter, soon, it will be complete."

El Knight was silent for a moment, and he asked in a low voice:

"And now? Your Majesty, how should we deal with these angry Kul Tirans?"

"Evacuate the city, the most basic rule of war, don't fight the enemy on their territory."

Tyrion glanced back at the bleak Boralus one last time, and he turned towards the exit of the city:

"Arrange on the ground outside the city. As long as Dai Lin and his soldiers dare to come to see me, let them see that it belongs to our advantage! By the way, the remaining mines can be used. Before leaving, It may be better to leave some "gifts" for old friends."

"Let's go, Aiur, Kul Tiras is just a distracting second battlefield, its victory will not play a decisive role, we should go back to the mainland, we should go back to the real battlefield, I hope humans It's ready."

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"The undead retreated? They withdrew from the city?"

Standing at the entrance of Proudmoore Fortress, the admiral was listening to the report of the scouts. At this moment, his forehead was full of wrinkles. Based on his knowledge of the Darkblade Undead, they should not be able to retreat so easily.

"Maybe they saw the power of the First Fleet, and the dead were scared."

Prince Drake, who was following his father, said softly:

"The toy fleet they formed was destroyed by two rounds of bombardment. This should have shattered their confidence and made them understand that the Kul Tiras fleet cannot be stopped at sea."

"No! Don't think so, Drake!"

Dai Lin looked at her son sternly, and said in a deep voice:

"Never overestimate yourself, never underestimate the enemy, especially in the face of opponents like the undead, they will not be afraid! If they retreat, it only means that they are planning another attack!"

"Drake, take the marines and the paladins who came to help clear the entire city, and establish a front-line defense zone. When the civilians are moving, I don't want to see any undead disturb us."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Prince Drake subconsciously straightened his body and accepted the order. After a while, he hurried away with his guards, while Dailin walked into Proudmoore's fortress with some worries.

"Catherine, my love, hold on, the pain will be gone soon."

The king looked at the haggard queen in front of him, and there was undisguised distress in his eyes, and Queen Catherine was obviously in pain. The archbishop of Chaldea who came with the army was changing the bandage for her, and the cut wound was seriously infected. , the power of the local tide sages is more inclined to attack and defense. In terms of healing, the power from the sea is not as remarkable as the holy light.

But even in pain, Queen Catherine held her husband's hand tightly, and with tears in her sad eyes, she whispered:

"Dai Lin, I forgot something, something very important...I can't forgive myself."

"Don't talk, don't talk... Be good."

The king stretched out his hand to embrace the fragile queen in his arms. As a husband, he failed his duty, and as a king, he also let his people live for the first time in the battle that the undead destroyed Boralus. disappointed.

This made Dai Lin very painful. After the Chaldean priest left the room without a sound, the king and queen snuggled up together, enjoying the quiet time that belonged to two people.

Unlike the tense relationship between other kings and queens, Dai Lin and Catherine's relationship is really good, and they can definitely be called a loving couple.

"The undead have retreated. Drake and I are back. We will not leave. We will fight them on our land to the end! Then we will bring back our lost land bit by bit."

Dai Lin stroked his wife's hair, he kissed her on the forehead, and said softly:

"This time, we won't leave you again."

"Dailen, listen to me."

At this time, Queen Catherine no longer had the posture of a strong woman. She leaned obediently in her husband's arms. She took Dai Lin's hand and whispered:

"We should still have a son... I'm not crazy, really, I remember it well... I just, I just forgot his name... He went missing with 4th Fleet and we're going to get it back He, we must get him back!"

Dai Lin narrowed her eyes.

"Drake told me the same thing more than once. He also remembered that he should have a younger brother. Before I left, I met Anna in Dalaran. Our daughter said the same thing... and I, in In the dream last night, I saw his back, but does that really exist? Or is it just our fantasy?"

Obscure thoughts floated in the king's mind, and finally, he sighed.

"What an eventful year."

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"You're such a busy man, Mr. Chaldea, it's so hard to see you."

The night in Tiragarde Strait is colder than that of the mainland. Among the ruins outside the city, at the foot of a hill only a few thousand yards away from the front line defense belt established by the imperial soldiers, two people wearing black hoods Stand 5 meters apart and look at each other.

The priest of Chaldea clasped the purple dagger around his waist tightly with his fingers. He looked at the Dark Blade King vigilantly in front of him, and asked in a deep voice:

"What do you want to see me for? Besides, those vampires lurking in the empire are your work, right?"

"Let's not talk about that matter for the time being, it's just a random secret."

Tyrion waved his hand. He skipped the subject and said:

"Remove your fingers from the handle of Xal'atath, Shadow Priest, that magic blade is dangerous, but you can't control her yet. If we guessed correctly, she should have advised you in the same way, yes Bar?"

The Dark Blade King's eyes fell on the purple shaped dagger on the waist of the Chaldean priest, and he waved at the dagger in a tone of greeting a new friend:

"Hey, the mysterious Fifth Ancient God, Miss Xalatas, what are you whispering to Mr. Chaldea?"