Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Quick! Hurry up!"

Standing on the bridge of his flagship "Sea King", Dalyn Proudmoore no longer has the personable image, and returned to Kul Tiras from the South China Sea town within 2 days. Admiral Almost every sailor of his two fleets was pushed to the extreme.

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

At this time, watching the land he loved was shrouded in smoke and destructive war clouds, King Kul Tiras' hair was scattered, his face gloomy, and his voice was hoarse. He was anxious like an angry lion, walking back and forth on the bridge With.

"Hurry up!"

His roar rang again on the deck, and the sailors were busy on the deck silently, taking off the artillery shells on both sides and stacking the shells in a specific area. The land-operating sailors were repairing their weapons. There is undisguised anger on everyone's face.

Anyone who hears that his homeland is being captured by the enemy should feel angry.

Under the cabins of the two fleets, there are the Paladin assembled by the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the most powerful infantry of the Empire, the Great Sword Knight of the Arathor Empire, the dwarf mortar gunner who likes to play with explosives, and some The elven ranger who is good at remote assassination, the ballast at the bottom of the cabin, is a chilling, wiped shiny steam tank.

This is a fleet armed to the teeth, a fleet full of vengeful anger. The human empire has lost the Kingdom of Stormwind and Kazmodan, and any sensible person can no longer allow Kul Tiras to fall into the undead. Under the iron hoof.

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

Nowadays, two of the three large islands in the kingdom of Kul Tiras have been infiltrated and occupied by undead, even though Dai Lin is not willing to give up, even if the empire is willing to help, but in a short time It is also very difficult to drive the undead into the sea within time.

"I saw Boralus! Right ahead!"

The navigator's shouts were all up on the deck, but the moment the fleet crossed the trough of the Tiragarde Strait, when I saw the dead city with black smoke in the distance, all Everyone fell into a strange silence.

The pearl of Kul Tiras, the great port city that symbolizes freedom, was so destroyed. There were only some brainless corpses left in the bustling port to clean up the ruins, which were originally hung on the port square. The flag of Kul Tiras, which fluttered in the wind, was also removed and replaced by a black, unknown broken-blade flag.

This scene caused Dai Lin's fingers to buckle the fence of the bridge in front of her. Between the clicks, the light burst out in the king's eyes like a real burning flame.

"Boom those ships!"

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

"Get through the port and shoot every shell! Tell the undead, we are back!"

"Kaka Kaka Kaka"

As the two fleets turned their rudders collectively on the sea outside the Tiragarde Strait, wooden ships made a clicking sound under the pressure of huge pressure, the tall portholes on both sides of the battleship were opened, and a door The artillery with black light was pushed into the gun position, and the most powerful flagship "Sea King" reached only an amazing 35 artillery on one side, plus the temporary artillery placed on the deck, this battleship Shooting can send any enemy in front of you into hell.

The admiral personally raised the red signal flag. He stared at his own, but had been thrown into the city of hell. At the next moment, the blood red signal flag slammed down in his hand.

"Boom Boom Boom"

Like the thunder rising from the sea, the screaming hot shells pulled out a sharp hiss in the air and hit the sky with splashes of water, but also successfully destroyed those controlled by the undead, deliberately blocked at the entrance of the port The pirate ships and merchant ships here, this is the "fleet" formed by Tyrion within 2 days. He found all the available ships and equipped them with undead.

The King of Dark Blades did not have the luxury of using the patchwork fleet to defeat the invincible fleet of Kul Tiras, he just wanted to see for himself the power of the invincible fleet.

And now, he saw it.

A round of salvos from the First Fleet sent one-third of the ships of the hastily organized Undead Fleet into the icy sea, and the Undead Fleet's counterattack was sparse, and even the random shells failed to hit even one ship The supply ship, splashing around on the sea, was like a mockery.

Laughing at the overconfidence of the undead.

The power of the Kul Tiras invincible fleet was fully reflected in this wave of artillery bombardment. Compared with the Land Corps, the Navy, which requires a very high-quality army, is obviously still unable to play with the current composition of the undead.

After a few minutes, the artillery of the calibrated First Fleet fired again. This time, the remaining ships were shrouded in the rain of bombs that fell from the sky. No matter how hard the death knights who manipulated the ships could not let themselves And his ship is farther away from this roaring hell.

And this scene of the Keltilians fighting against the sea was completely in the eyes of Tyrion standing in the far corner of the city, and the eyes of the King of Dark Blades flashed more and more. Not at all willing, but as he himself said, this time he came to Kul Tiras, he came alone, and only the high-level knights of Al were accompanied. If there is a Howler Legion that can occupy the air supremacy, maybe Can fight with Kul Tiras's fleet.

But now, in the face of the firepower that has an absolute advantage under Dai Lin's command, unless Tyraine personally plays, there is no chance for the undead to stick to the port area.

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

Tyrion said to the El Knight who was standing behind him:

"The navy of Kul Tiras is a great threat. We must have the same strength to fight against it. This kind of war that has been suppressed without breathing. How long have I not encountered it? It’s bad. Experience!"

"We have the Crimson Sword, Your Majesty."

El Knight comforted his king softly: "I have seen the fleet with my own eyes. It is protected by the fog of war. It can even dive under the water if necessary. The firepower is also enough to fight against the Kul Tiran fleet. , They are just not here. If we prepare more fully, even Dai Lin, don’t think so easy..."

"Are you comforting me? Al."

Tyrion waved off the high-level knight's complaint, he said in a deep voice:

"Am I so fragile in your eyes? Don't find a reason for our failure, lose or lose! As for the Crimson Sword? The comparison on paper is meaningless, the ghost fleet is just a toy to me ...It lacks soul, it lacks a real core."

The King of Dark Blades stared closely at the invincible fleet slowly leaning on the pier that was cleared, and began to march towards the ground. He watched the king with a brave sailor pounced on the port square like a tiger. He said softly:

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

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

"So now? Your Majesty, how do we deal with these angry Kul Tirans?"

"Leave the city, the most basic rule of war, don't fight them on the enemy's territory."

Tyrion finally looked back at the dim Boralus, and he turned to the city exit:

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

"Let’s go, Ayr, Kul Tiras is just a distracting second battlefield. Its victory does not play a decisive role. We should go back to the mainland, we should go back to the real battlefield, I hope humans I'm ready."

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"The undead retreated? Did they retreat from the city?"

Standing at the entrance to the Proudmoore fortress, the Admiral listened to the report of the scout. At this moment, his forehead was covered with wrinkles. With his knowledge of the dark blade undead, they should not have retreated so easily.

"Maybe they saw the power of the First Fleet and the dead people were afraid."

Prince Drake whispered behind his father:

"The toy fleet they formed was destroyed by two rounds of shelling, which should have blown their confidence and made them understand that the fleet of Kul Tiras cannot be stopped on the sea."

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

Dai Lin looked at his son severely, he 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 brewing another attack!"

"Drake, with the landing team and the paladin who cleared the entire city, established a front-line defensive zone. When the civilians moved, I did not want to see any undead disturb us."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Prince Drake straightened his body subconsciously and accepted the order. After a while, he hurriedly left with the guards, and Dai Lin walked into Proudmoore's fortress with some worry.

"Catherine, my beloved, hold on, and it won't hurt anymore."

The king looked at the haggard queen in front of his eyes, and there was undisguised distress in his eyes, and Queen Catherine was obviously in pain. The Archbishop of Chaldean who was coming with the army was changing the bandage for her, and the cut wound had been seriously infected. The strength of the local sea tide sages is more inclined to attack and defend. In terms of healing, the power from the sea is not as significant as the Holy Light.

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

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

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

The king reached out and hugged the fragile queen in his arms. As a husband, he did not fulfill his responsibilities. As a king, he also gave his people the first time in the battle of the undead to destroy Boralus. disappointed.

This made Dai Lin feel very painful. After Pastor Chaldean left the room silently, the king and queen snuggled together and enjoyed a quiet time belonging to two people.

Unlike the tense relationship between other kings and queens, the relationship between Dai Lin and Catherine is really good, and they are absolutely a spouse.

"The undead retreated. Both Drake and I are back. We will not leave. We will fight them on our land! Then we will take back our lost land bit by bit."

Dai Lin stroked his wife's hair. He kissed his wife's forehead and said softly:

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

"Dai Lin, listen to me."

Queen Catherine was no longer a strong woman. She obediently leaned in her husband's arms. She took Dai Lin's hand and whispered:

"We should have another son...I'm not crazy, really, I remember very well...I just, I just forgot his name...he was missing with the Fourth Fleet, we need to find it back He, we must find him back!"

Dai Lin's eyes narrowed.

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

Obscure thoughts appeared in the king's heart, and finally, he sighed.

"It's a troubled autumn."

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

The night in the Tiragarde Strait is colder than the mainland. Between the ruins outside the city, under the hill just thousands of yards away from the front line of defense established by the imperial soldiers, two people wearing black hoods Looking at each other at a distance of 5 meters.

Priest Chaldean's fingers clasped the purple daggers around his waist. He watched the King of Dark Blades in front of him. He asked in a deep voice:

"What do you want to see me? In addition, the vampires lurking in the empire are yours, right?"

"Not talking about that for now, it's just a secret son."

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

"Remove your finger from the handle of Saratas, Shadow Priest, that magic blade is very dangerous, but you can't control her. If we guessed right, she should also persuade you, right Right?"

The Lord of the Dark Blade's eyes fell on the purple shaped dagger in the waist of Chaldean priest. He waved at the dagger with a new friend's tone of greeting:

"Hi, the mysterious fifth ancient god, Miss Saratas, what are you whispering with Mr. Chaldee?"

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