Anomaly Of Warcraft

Gul'dan thought that the pirates who demanded money would betray the humans and help the orcs, but the pirates who had forgotten that the money needed for life turned their heads and sold the orcs as well.

Although the secrets of the tribe were guarded against the pirates, going to sea to fight is not a matter of traveling in the morning and going home at night, and the preparations cannot hide the seals.

So the Alliance got accurate information on the second day of the tribal army set sail.

Although I don't know where the orcs' landing field is, knowing the approximate login time is already a great strategic advantage.

The only good news for the tribe is that the covenant with the trolls has not yet been exposed, and the alliance army preparing for the war does not know that their chrysanthemum has been targeted by a group of fang monsters.

For half a year, Orgrim secretly provided the Zul'aman troll with steel weapons enough to arm 10,000 troops, which greatly improved the combat effectiveness of Zul'jin's army. As for the armor, the orcs are still lacking and can only provide some symbolically.

The Dragonmaw clan’s work of enslaving and training red dragons is progressing smoothly. A total of fifty enslaved adult red dragons, more than 400 young dragons catalyzed by the devil’s soul, and corresponding riders will serve the tribe.

After visiting the Dragonmaw training base in Grim Batol, Orgrim has a deeper understanding of the power of magic.

Seeing that Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, who is half of her height with only her eyeballs, succumbed to something the size of a dinner plate, Orgrim made a decision in her heart---Gul'dan must be brought. By your side, you can't let this dangerous careerist move alone.

Orgrim is a glorious orc. Although he drank the blood of the devil and completed the tribal covenant, the great chieftain's strong willpower made him almost immune to the control of frenzied desire.

The messenger sent to contact the Zul'aman troll has already set off. Zul'jin will definitely get up on the agreed day. If Orgrim delays the action of the tribe, the alliance that is caught off guard will definitely divide its forces and rescue, then the tribe’s landing Fighting will be easier.

It is a pity that Orgrim still has glory in his heart, so when he was intercepted by the Marine in Tilkuras, the warchief Doomhammer could only trust his men.

From the detection of the tribal forces on the scout ship to the completion of the reorganization of the fleet in Kul Tiras, the black ship of the orcs has been less than fifty nautical miles away from the coastline of the southwestern hillbrad hills.

Orcs did not have time to play farming and development on the newly conquered land, so in the process of creating this fleet, they used a lot of black technology provided by Gul'dan. The real "black" technology, so the tribe's sea boats, from the hull to the sails are all black.

"Oh my God, what is that!" When Daelin Proudmoore rushed to rendezvous with the fleet in his flagship COCO, he was shocked by the endless dark tide.

"Whatever it is, the orcs must understand that the sailor of Kul Tiras is the master of the sea!" Admiral Marine quickly recovered, and his fighting spirit was high. His words drew a warm response from the sailors. .

The first to fight was the alliance’s fast ballista and pirate gunboats.

After receiving Gul'dan's money, he naturally had to work his life for the tribe. The pirates knew that in this naval battle, they were not the protagonist, but they would definitely be the forward. The old enemy was extremely jealous when they met. Both the Marine of Kul Tiras and the pirates who made a living were too familiar with each other's tactics, and the battle became fierce from the beginning.

A crossbow arrow with a baby's thick arms was wrapped in kerosene on the back, and after being ignited, it traversed an almost straight trajectory in the sky and shot into the hull of the enemy ship. The crossbow arrows not only destroyed the hull, but were splashed out by the burning material torn by huge inertia, creating a huge chaos in the cabin.

After the black ship sailed for ten nautical miles, the pirates began to rout.

"The guy you bought isn't very good." Orgrim commented.

"I have traded worthless gold for precious time. Is there any dissatisfaction with the great Doomhammer?" Gul'dan asked.

"No, I'm very satisfied." Orgrimmar waved, and the herald immediately issued the second set of combat orders.

When Daelin commanded the Alliance Marine to take the upper hand, the shamans of the tribe completed the spell, the wind was strong, the wind direction changed, and the black ship of the tribe began to accelerate.

"Damn, this abnormal wind, I bet ten barrels of good rum, this is a trick of the tribe." Daelin cursed in a low voice, but didn't panic. Seeing the wind, the rudder was a Kul Tiras sailor. The basic skills of the orcs are naive to think that they can escape from birth.

Because of the natural supernatural power of the ogres, the tribe’s catapults deliver ammunition much faster than the Alliance’s artillery and ballistas, but the Alliance Marine’s equipment and sailors far exceed the tribe’s quality, and the battle situation is difficult to distinguish. However, the casualties of the tribe were obviously greater than that of the alliance, and the sinking of every black ship would take away the lives of hundreds of orcs.

"How long will Necruz take?" Orgrim saw the brave tribal warrior die in such an aggrieved shipwreck, and his anger was burning in his heart.

"My warchief, sacrifice is inevitable. Are you going to anger our innocent skullcrusher?" Gul'dan took out a black crystal ball, and rubbed the surface of the crystal ball with his rough and slender fingers.

"Quickly, soon humans will be able to see the angry fireworks of the tribe."

Orgrim didn't know that Gul'dan, who seemed to be casting a scouting spell, was collecting the souls of the fallen orcs.

Unwilling, fear, anger, what a wonderful emotion, how many delicious souls.

Because Orgrim didn't believe in warlocks, all the warriors and shamans of the Warchief were on this ship, and Gul'dan played small tricks openly.

In the fierce battle, the black ship continued to advance, and when it was able to see the coastline, the red dragon army of the Dragonmaw clan finally arrived on the battlefield.

Riots inevitably occurred in the Alliance Marine.

"Oh my God, it's the dragon, the red dragon carrying the orcs!"

The ruthless red dragon flames fell from the sky, bringing huge panic and chaos to the Alliance Marine.

"Don't panic, the ballista is in the air, the bow and arrows are ready, the artillery continues to suppress the tribal black ship!" Dalin Proudmoore calmly continued to command the battle, "Mage, report to Marshal Lothar, we need support."

After the initial chaos, the Alliance Marine regained its rhythm, but the number of casualties rose sharply.

The red dragon that came across the sea expended a lot of physical strength. The weak red dragon quickly left the front and flew to the coastline to rest on the ground. The adult red dragon with spare energy was still spraying ruthless flames.

The Alliance’s artillery brought the tribe’s death fire, and the Red Dragon brought the Alliance’s destruction flame.

"General, Marshal Lothar sent back a letter asking us to retreat." The wizard reported to Admiral Marine.

Anduin Lothar's decision was correct. The sudden red dragon disrupted the alliance's deployment, and it was a wise decision to retreat.

So far, the Alliance Marine has sunk more than 150 tribal black ships, and at least 20,000 tribal orc soldiers have been buried in the deep sea. The results of the war are brilliant.

Before the emergence of the red dragon, the Alliance’s Marine had the opportunity to attack the tribe with a crushing force, but the flame breath of the adult red dragon could easily turn a medium-sized ship into a burning coffin on the sea.

After a brief thought, Admiral Marine decided to execute Lothar's order.

A red dragon tried to attack the COCO. The skilled gunner used three ballistas to send the red dragon into the embrace of the sea.

"Order the fleet to shrink and prepare to leave." Dai Lin ordered the messenger to issue a semaphore.

Just as the COCO was turning, Dai Lin saw a scene that made him desperate for life.

"No!" With the spit of a red dragon, the battleship commanded by Drake Proudmoore turned into a burning grave.

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