Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 71 70. The Wrath of the King of the Sea (Part 1)

"I've never been to Kul Tiras. After taking Stormwind, Gul'dan tried to send me to assassinate your king, Daelin, but the sea is not the orc's dominant battlefield.

Your fleet is mighty, and the best sailors of the orc clans, the Shadowmoon orcs, are as weak as children before you. "

Deep below the sea, on the deck of the Naglfar, the keel ghost ship sailed like a submarine under the silent manipulation of a group of vrykul ghosts.

This ship is attached to the magic of Hell, which allows it to form a water shield for protection after it dives, but for a group of dead people, this function has no meaning in the past.

Now it comes in handy.

Garona looked at the shadow cast by the orc battleship on the sea above her head. Under the water cover, she folded her arms, her blue eyes full of expectation.

She said to Bo Laike beside her:

"The deterrence of the Kul Tiras fleet at sea forced Gul'dan to give up that ridiculous plan, and I've never seen that bastard so depressed."

"He should have given up, that was the wise choice."

The pirate was holding a bottle of rum entwined with seaweed, which had been in the cargo hold of the Nagfar for an unknown amount of time.

If the dead don't drink this stuff, it's cheap for Bo Laike.

He took a sip into his mouth, and the Amber-colored liquor carried a mellow aroma, which made him purse his lips, and roughly wiped his mouth with his sleeve like a real pirate.

He glanced over his head and said:

"On every battleship in Kul Tiras, there are tidesages from the Church of the Storm. Those guys are similar to mages, but use the power of the sea.

With them aboard their warships, the Kul Tiran fleet can safely sail through any sea.

The sea breeze is their eyes, which can help them detect all opponents on the sea in advance.

In all naval battles, you can get the help of the tide, seize the powerful terrain at the fastest speed, and even the salvo of shells will be given a smoother and more accurate ballistic trajectory.

Moreover, the tide sages summon the power of the sea to bless the battleships, and each ship is a moving magic barrier.

I don't know if the legendary assassin can escape their surveillance.

But in the hundreds of years since the fleet and the Church of Storms cooperated, no admiral in Kul Tiras has died in the assassination of assassins. "

Bu Laike recalled the memory that belonged to Prince Drake in his mind, he said:

"The fleet of Kul Tiras is invincible in the endless sea, not only because of the bravery of the sailors, or the tyranny of the battleships, there are more realistic reasons behind their victories."

"Ok."

Garona nodded, and a few seconds later, she asked again:

"You sent a letter to Dai Lin two days ago. Will he come? And even if he will, can he accurately lock on to Gul'dan's small fleet in the vast sea?"

"Are you doubting Dailin Proudmoore's ability? Or are you doubting the admiral's determination?"

Bo Laike took another sip of wine, and he said in a playful tone:

"Ma'am, thirty years ago, when Dai Lin was fifteen years old, he first went to sea as a captain. Until now, there is no record of the prey he has been eyeing escaping."

"You seem to be familiar with Dailin Proudmoore?"

Garona said:

"You adore him?"

"I used to adore it."

Bo Laike drank the last sip of rum, put the bottle to his ear and shook his head, then threw it away, and threw it out of the water curtain. He burped and said with his hands on his hips:

"Now, I have a headache"

"woo woo woo"

As soon as the pirates finished speaking, there was a low-pitched horn echoing in the deep sea behind the deck of the Naglfar, which was a signal for assembly.

The dead watchman of the keel battleship found a powerful enemy appearing in the nearby waters.

All the Vrykul Mist Warriors acted quickly, and the hell magic on the entire Naglfar was activated more, and this ghost ship was ready for battle.

"Look, ma'am."

Bo Laike grinned, smiled at Garona, and said:

"Dai Lin is here, let us calm down and enjoy his revenge performance."

——

On the sea several kilometers away from the orc fleet.

A lone battleship was sailing against the wind. Even though it was against the wind, the speed of this battleship was at least twice as fast as that of the orcs traveling with the wind.

It is black all over.

Its appearance is very similar to the classic sailing battleship.

But it is a bit outrageous in every respect.

With a length of nearly 120 meters, a displacement of 3,500 tons, a full crew of 1,300 people, four artillery decks, and a total of 200 naval guns, it is the flagship of the entire Kul Tiras fleet.

Its prestige is known to everyone in the endless sea, and everyone knows it.

It is a war monster belonging to Admiral Dailin Proudmoore.

It's called Wang Quan at sea.

Since its birth, no opponent qualified to challenge it has appeared in this boundless sea. Every time it went on a tour in the past, it would be escorted by a large number of warships.

Although it doesn't need those.

But just as a mighty commander is never separated from his men, so Daelin's flagship is seldom alone.

Undoubtedly, today is an exception.

On the deck of this battleship, there are three large masts and a huge fore-mast, which are in full sail at this time.

More than 1,300 Kul Tiran sailors in green battle robes and white armor have already entered a state of combat readiness.

All over the deck, sailors were pushing the guns into their positions and undressing them.

The gun windows on the middle and lower gun decks were also opened, and black gun barrels protruded from them one by one.

In the forecastle and stern building behind the deck, twenty tidesages from the Church of Storms are trying their best to cast spells, communicate with the power of the sea, reverse the headwind, and change the current of the sea.

It's like laying out a luxurious red carpet for the appearance of the sea emperor.

"Your Majesty! We have found the target, and it is just ahead!"

The loyal Grand Knight Cyrus of Kul Tiras strode into the captain's cabin. He was wearing armor and was as muscular as a bull. He spoke seriously and sat on the captain's seat, bowing his head. The head of the Admiral reports to:

"The greenskins are sailing on an unfamiliar route, likely destined for the fabled Broken Isles, where our expedition traveled across the reef-strewn seas many years ago.

According to their reports, there was nothing there but a deserted and dead beach. "

Dai Lin, who was sitting in the captain's seat, did not answer.

He just stroked the pendant in his hand, it was a bit old, but it was made with exquisite craftsmanship, and it used a rare, jade-like nautilus.

The admiral touched it with a gentle gesture, and he gently opened the nautilus pendant, and there was a magical image on it, like a photo.

The difference is that it moves.

In the dim captain's cabin, Dai Lin looked at the magic image in her hand with gentle eyes.

In that photo, Dai Lin was wearing a sailor suit, holding his wife Catherine in his arms, and in front of the two of them, his eldest son Drake was showing a bright smile.

With his left hand holding the naughty Tenred's head, and his right hand holding his sister Jaina, he sat her on his shoulders, and everyone was laughing.

Even Dai Lin, who was always serious, hugged his wife and smiled.

This is a photo of the family.

Group photo just before the war started.

At that time, besides ruling the kingdom of Kul Tiras, he also had a complete family. He was also a good father and a good husband.

And now.

He is not anymore.

"Snapped"

The tenderness in Dai Lin's eyes turned into pain at this moment. He closed the pendant in his hand and held it firmly in his hand. He raised his head and looked at his loyal great knight.

He said hoarsely:

"I don't care where they're going, Cyrus, I don't care at all, and I'm not interested in knowing what a bunch of greenskins think, but here they are.

They are right in front of my eyes. "

The Grand Knight stood upright, he was waiting for an order.

Dai Lin stood up in the dim captain's room. The captain's uniform on his body was wrinkled. He was also a little unshaven, his hair was a little messy, and there were bloodshot eyes from long-term insomnia.

He must have had a bad time.

After all, he lost his own son.

"Let the soldiers get ready, there is still a battle waiting for me to fight in Lordaeron, I don't have much time left for my 'personal grievances'."

Dai Lin hung the old pendant around his neck, and he said:

"The orc slayer's message is correct.

Ravenholdt's assassins said that he was a survivor of the naval battle of Khaz Modan, and because he witnessed the destruction of the Third Fleet, he was bitter and had been hunting the greenskins alone to avenge his comrades.

Cyrus, he hunted down an orc sword master, and he did an incredible miracle.

He is a hero!

Heroes of our Kul Tiras, after the war, go yourself, find the boy, and tell him that he is not a deserter!

No one can blame him for the sacrifices he made for his fellow men.

bring him back.

Send him back to his home.

My son can no longer go home, but a hero deserves a home that welcomes him.

Get my sword, Cyrus. "

The big knight stepped forward immediately.

He handed Dai Lin a sea-blue command knife with a scabbard, and the latter held it in his hand, and he put on his navy cloak.

Without any badges that symbolize the status of nobility and kings.

Just strode out of the captain's cabin.

The sun shone down on Dailin Proudmoore. He stood by the third-tier railing, leaning on it with one hand, looking out to the deck. The sailors of Kul Tiras also saw their admiral and king.

I don't know which clever officer yelled.

Soon, everyone raised their heads in unison and called Dai Lin by his name.

"swish"

The admiral raised his hand like an order, and the next moment, all the cheers stopped, and everyone was quietly listening to his order, only the sound of the tide rolling.

"Soldiers, ahead of us, there are seven green-skinned ships sailing, and I heard that there is a big green-skinned man in them."

Dai Lin's voice echoed on the deck.

The general shouted:

"I don't care who he is! I don't care what he's here for! But he's here in front of me, and I'm delighted. You've all heard what happened to the Third Fleet in the Khaz Modan Sea.

You have lost a valiant brethren, and Kul Tiras has lost a marshal.

but me

I lost my son.

Everyone, today's battle is not only for the alliance, not only for our civilization, it is also for ourselves!

This is a revenge.

This is a prelude to a bigger feast of revenge. After tearing them apart, I will take you back to Lordaeron, and I will take you to save our compatriots on land.

I'll join you in driving the greenskins back to their hell!

Then, we will stand together in front of the gate of hell, cheering for victory!

Now, everyone enters the battle state!

We only have two hours, and we have to fight seven of their ships with one ship! That means each of you has to kill seven greenskins before we can claim victory!

But we know you can do it! "

The Admiral paused.

His finger pointed forward, pointing in the direction of the orc fleet, the admiral wearing a sailor's tricorne hat held the railing, and gave orders to his soldiers in a deep voice:

"The enemy is ahead! Course calibration! Forward! Kul Tiras Navy!"

"In the name of revenge, crush them!"

(end of this chapter)