Anomaly Of Warcraft

Three days after Alterac launched the Tarren Mill recovery operation, off the coast of Balladin Bay, the Alliance Marine led by Dalin Proudmoore was fighting the tribal black ship for almost a week.

The white color on the mountains is fading, which means that the snow line is rising, which means that spring is coming.

In spring, the season of planting, cut an orc into more than forty pieces and bury it in the ground, and in autumn you can harvest more than forty goblins!

Hearing that the captain was telling the sailors pornographic jokes and jokes, Admiral Marine chose to ignore it.

Although taunting opponents with skin color is an ungentleman's behavior, but those goblin consortiums and pirates are not good things, and Dai Lin hates those insatiable guys.

In the boring sailing, any action that helps to improve morale, Admiral Marine is tacitly approved.

The real reason for this sea war was the change of seasons, trade winds and ocean currents. The route from the wetlands to the Hillbrad hills will be closed for about half a month, which can only be powered by oars. Expect.

Curse the pirates, praise the pirates, Dai Lin only spent three hundred gold coins to get the exact information of the tribe's supply fleet.

As long as the supply fleet is destroyed, the Alliance will be able to make fuller use of its advantages in manpower and material resources to severely attack the tribe in the next battle.

It is a pity that naval warfare is no better than land warfare. As long as one side wants to run and the other side is willing to chase, it is not a problem to fight a battle for a week.

From the Sea of ​​Void to Balladin Bay, Dai Lin and his Marine soldiers have sunk seven transport ships of the tribe, but they have paid the price of losing a medium battleship and two large destroyers withdrawing from the battle sequence.

It can be described as brilliant.

However, there is no use for eggs, because the tribe still has 42 transport ships of the same style.

In other words, those Marines of the Horde who died in battle can proudly say: There are still six hanging like me!

In three days, we will enter the continental shelf, and we must find a way to give the tribe orcs a little bit cruel!

Dai Lin leaned on the COCO podium, thinking about the countermeasures.

Although a large number of red dragons died in the battle for more than a year, Dai Lin also felt that the tribe’s air superiority was disappearing bit by bit, especially the dwarves and dwarves of Ironforge were able to cope with the red dragon. The new generation of dwarf aircraft forced the tribe to devote a lot of energy to respond to the Yamanaka airstrikes from the Dun Morogh group, so as to ensure that their transportation routes are unblocked.

So in Hillbrad’s sky, the battle between the Griffin and the red dragon, the Wildhammer dwarves and the Dragonmaw clan competition, although the two sides are almost the same regardless of the loss of the mount or the death of the pilot, but the back of the alliance The Wildhammer dwarves are significantly better than the Dragonmaw clan in restoring the establishment and cultivating griffon.

In all respects, the balance of war is leaning towards the alliance.

But at sea, Dai Lin can still rely on himself.

Counting on the Griffin of the Wildhammer Dwarf to find a warship that has been moving in the vast sea, it is better to pray that the gunner can perform superbly.

I have to say that Dai Lin personally trained a difficult opponent. In more than a year of war, the tribe’s Marine has fought back and forth with the elites of the alliance from being hung up and hitting, which also illustrates the terrible tribe. .

What a terrible learning ability.

Every time Dalin tried to adjust the fleet formation to cut off the tribe’s fleet from the middle, some of the tribe’s abandoned sons would leave the brigade and attack the Alliance fleet, disrupting Dalin’s deployment.

Relying on continuous meat cutting, the tribe's fleet still maintains a huge scale.

A certain ship has important supplies that the tribe must transport to Hillblad.

Admiral Marine couldn't help making such a judgment, and he became more determined to wipe out the enemy.

Rubbing the handle of the Tide Blade, Dai Lin twitched his nose and sniffed the smell of the sea, then looked up at the white sky.

There is no moon tonight, the stars are sparse and the clouds are dense, and you can fight!

Along the way, because of the need to guard against the escort of the red dragon of the tribe, Dai Lin was unwilling to lose too much of the troops and ships and the tribal rush, so he could only fought alternately between the red dragons to escort the red dragon.

However, as time passed, the Marine Admiral of the Alliance began to become anxious. It was a kind of intuition of a veteran of a hundred battles-if you don't do something, bad things will happen.

So Dai Lin is going to play a big wave.

That's right, a more terrifying tactic than the Army Night Fight, Marine Night Fight!

Rumor has it that the ancestors of the Proudmoore family once signed a contract with the sea of ​​Azeroth. Almost every subsequent generation of Proudmoore has a physique that is compatible with the water element, and the family heirloom sword tide blade has many magical powers.

If you have a fixed mind, you only owe the northwest wind!

Daelin Proudmoore pulled out the blade of the tide, and the rich water vapor spewed out instantly, and the legendary battleship COCO seemed to come to life.

"Standard bearer, signal, three-way column, full speed ahead."

After Dai Lin gave the order, with a wave of the sword, a strong wind blew in an instant, rounding the sails of all the Alliance warships, and the sea seemed to be lively, and the sound of the waves lapping on the hull became smaller.

Looking down from the sky, the entire fleet accelerated.

"General, are you planning to do this?"

The first officer asked suspiciously.

"We bypassed the lighthouse reef and walked straight to intercept the tribe."

"Is this too dangerous? Although the COCO is piloted by the general, the rapids and reefs can't defeat the Kul Tiras athletes, but by bypassing the lighthouse reef, we are in danger of being rushed by the tribe! "

The chief officer’s concern is not unreasonable. Most sea routes follow ocean currents and trade winds. They are not straight lines. Copying straight lines can indeed play an interception role. However, the tribe still has a fleet on the South Blue coast of Hillblad. Once improper operation, there is a possibility of being pinched.

"It makes sense, after intercepting these black ships..."

Dai Lin nodded in agreement, and then estimated.

"We should meet the enemy on the port side. The barrage on the port side is too thin. The order was sent to change the counterweight of the entire fleet and concentrate the artillery on the port side."

"General!"

The first officer thought he had convinced Dai Lin, but he did not expect such an extreme order to come.

"Listen, Alterac's mountain lion has gone down the mountain, Gilneas' wild wolf has come out, Terenas and Lothar have also acted, and even Solas, the undead, has begun planning to counterattack the Saldor Bridge. The war has been fought for so long, it should be over, don’t question me, your task is to implement my decision!"

Facing Dai Lin's stare, the first officer finally chose to compromise.

"You are a general, you have the final say."

Fully invigorating the power of the Tide Blade, even Dai Lin, who was as strong as the mainstay, felt deeply tired.

Back in the captain's room, Dai Lin sat in the chair and rested for a while, an anxiety mixed with excitement and anxiety haunted his mind.

What is it, what is it, what have I forgotten?

After thinking for a long time, Dai Lin suddenly realized.

"It's a big game, I forgot to pay Jaina for living expenses this month!"

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