Azeroth’s Death Track

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On the plain of warfare that was fought by horses, the shells fired from the walls of Whispering Harbor hit the sky, and finally hit the heads of the dark blades of the lineup.

This solid shell was beating on the ground, like a ball kicked by naughty children, but every guy who blocked it was torn away easily until the fuze in the shell ignited the gunpowder inside , Then suddenly burst into a hot flame, swallowing several undead infantry around him.

The damage of these old artillery pieces is extremely limited, and even after the explosion, it is difficult to reach more soldiers. Compared with the newly-arranged howitzer of the Dark Blade Legion, this thing is like the old man who staggered on the battlefield.

Every time a human artillery fires a shell, at least 3 shots can be fired from the position of the Dark Blade Legion, and the accuracy is higher. However, the Legion Commander did not aim the artillery at the human soldiers fighting fiercely on the battlefield, but instead The muzzle of the artillery was raised and aimed at the wall of Whisper Harbor.

The commander of the front-line artillery unit Serendt Firewing knew very well that once the walls of the Whispering Harbor collapsed, the army of undead could drive straight into the city, and by that time, the soldiers of the Losa's army would be brave, Desperately, can not stop the full attack of several war groups.

Another problem is that Lothar’s strategic vision is really outstanding. The battlefield in front of the Whispering Port is very narrow, and the location of this port is exactly between the mountain and the depression. It is easy to defend and cannot be attacked to the extreme. Lowering the city wall means that the number advantage of the undead is difficult to turn into a crushing combat power.

It is almost the same as that of the Arathi battlefield. The only difference is that there is no bridge that can be destroyed in this place. The undead who have advantages in terms of quantity and quality can only attack in the way that Lothar expected. This is a huge Limiting the combat capabilities of the undead, and the Sky Force has also been nearly suicidally obstructed by the human air force.

Those dwarf knights with **** chicken blood will even be crazy enough to hold the bomb and the bone dragon to the end... and this is not a small probability event. The human mage all over the city wall has also propped up a purple magic enchantment over the whisper port , So that the more flexible Necromancer could not get the results by bombing tactics.

The city near the sea is like a turtle shell.

In short, in the last battle of this northern Xinjiang, Lothar and his soldiers have evacuated everything. Under a real nowhere to retreat, they broke out in the night and let the dead feel toothache. Fighting power, it seems that after every soldier on the battlefield begins to play his life, the silent and indifferent undead spirits are not so terrible.

Despite the superiority of the fighting, every commander with a clear mind knows that when the **** courage of the soldiers begins to dissipate because of time, that is when the really difficult battle begins.

Now this result, whether for humans or undead, is just an appetizer.

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The battlefields outside the Whispering Port were shattered, and the harbors within the city were also in a panic. The final battle had already begun. Both civilians and seafarers knew that the imperial soldiers were using their lives to win the transfer time for them. So every ship in the dock, as long as there is a vacancy, will put down the ship's board and the ladder, and load the civilians crowded on the dock into the boat.

Once the ship is full, it will leave the dock at the fastest speed, and the other ship will follow it. There are even waves of small chokers full of civilians, starting from the dock to those who cannot enter the port. Near the ship.

The whole port was engulfed by the huge searchlights. From time to time, unlucky eggs were squeezed off the pier and fell into the icy water. Under such a critical situation, no one would take the initiative to save them.

"Admiral, this will not work, our ships are simply not enough!"

Drake Promodel, dressed in a blue captain suit, looked solemnly at the chart in front of him. Next to him, his first officer, Sanders Valentine, corrected his face and reported anxiously to the fleet. Happening:

"We just retrieved all the ships in the port. Scholars have calculated it several times. Even if every ship is full of civilians, it cannot take away the people in the port...even one third. Don't go!"

"Every boat has its ballast removed! Let the sturdy men go to the bottom silo, so they can take away more."

Drake said in a deep voice:

"Let the sailors tie up the people on the deck with cables, so that they can take away some!"

"It's too dangerous, Admiral, so that in the event of a naval battle, the men in the bottom warehouse...

Colonel Sanders refuted the sentence, and as a result saw Drake's apathy in his eyes:

"Executing orders! First mate, I must not think that these undead will allow us to run a second time, starting from the worst, we must make difficult choices."

"The safety issues are handed over to the First and Second Fleet of Kul Tiras. I will take our sailors to remove all dangers from the sea for them. All they have to do is to sail the boat smoothly until These civilians are safely sent to Kul Tiras or Tol Barad! Take my words to the captain of each ship, even if the artillery and gun positions are removed, each ship will be dragged to the sampan. Put on the last one! Do you understand?"

"This this..."

The young first mate was speechless, but his face was plainly written with the words "Caesu Life". For these seafarers walking on the sea all the year round, he knew very well what the admiral's order meant what.

The Empire’s “immigrant” fleets are mostly merchant ships recruited. In addition to the necessary sailors and technical crew, these ships can hold up to 100 people. Depending on the model of the goblin merchant ship and the pirates, they can hold 200-300 people. The merchant ships belonging to the Earl of Barov and other noble merchants are standard models produced by the Kul Tiras shipyard, and at full capacity there will be an additional 400 people.

The capacity of the nearly 40 troop carriers put together by Kul Tiras and other kingdom fleets is the largest, with each troop carrier carrying nearly 800 people at a time.

But the problem is that it is not the goods that can be exposed to the sun, but the people that are loaded on the ship now! Are vulnerable people...

These merchant ships full of people are like an unstable bomb suspended on the sea surface, as long as there is a little wind and grass, even a larger wind wave, it is enough to kill a whole boat, but in Kulti With the help of the remaining tide sages after the great cleansing of Russ, these ships are unlikely to be flooded by the storm, but it is not difficult to imagine the difficulty and madness of this transportation.

"Sanders, I know you will think I am crazy, but listen to me, we must do it!"

Admiral Drake raised his head and looked at the portrait of his father Dai Lin hanging in his cabin. He subconsciously clenched the command knife in his waist. He said in a deep voice:

"The times have changed. Kul Tiras can no longer exist independently of the empire. We are part of the empire. Now, we must dedicate our strength to our common country...at all costs!"

"Ding, Ding, Ding"

The nautical bell placed on the flagship of the First Fleet, Admiral Derek’s ship, “Queen Anna,” sounded a low sound, causing the entire dock to sound a harsh bell, which represented that the fleet was about to sail. The civilians who were crying on the dock were stopped by the guards, lest they rush into the sea with excitement.

But the weeping, shouting, and roaring sounds silenced the heavily armed guards and paladins, as well as the civilians on the fleet deck who had escaped into life. Many parents in the crowd held their children up and shouted. , Trying to get those sailors to take their children, some unbearable civilians hand in hand, in the steady currents set by the tide sages, when the boats were slowly moving, they extended most of their bodies out of the deck, In the sloshing, he tried to take away more children.

For a time, the children who had left their parents' cries cried sharply, and Jaina, who was standing on the bridge of Queen Anna, couldn't help but clenched her staff, and the sentient Archmage turned back, trying to keep herself from Go see the doomsday scene.

In this icy night, the world threw the most terrible nightmare on top of human civilization.

"I'm too weak..."

In the cold wind, Jaina murmured to herself, leaning weakly on the side of the ship, her fingers clasped her staff, and even a trace of green bars squeezed between her fingers.

"If that night...that night I can kill Tyrion...if...no...not like that..."

She closed her eyes and let the tears slide down her cheeks. Her fingers clenched the pendant of the silver anchor floating in front of her chest, the only relic that her father handed over to her.

"Father...if I am stronger..."

In the night behind her, in the sky beyond Whispering Harbor, on the battlefield where the undead and the warriors fought, the roar of artillery seemed to obscure the despair flowing silently in the darkness.

In the **** of the first and second fleets of Kul Tiras, this fleet of nearly 300 large and small ships sailed out of the whispering port, bypassing the straits of the Tirisfal Mountains and entering the endless. At the moment of the sea, the creator seemed to hear Jaina’s prayer. In the strange mist that enveloped the outer sea, a huge, dark and familiar warship slowly rose from the bottom of the sea, like a swordsman blocking the road. Blocked in front of this giant fleet.

"Wow, wow"

The icy water beats the hull of the Sea King's dead and resurrected, the black, no longer resembles the hull of a simple wooden material to make a steel-like echo, which is at least three times larger than the previous battleship The black ship sailed in the mist, no... it was where it went, and the rising ice mist covered the sea behind it.

On the bridge covered with algae and strange deep-sea parasites, a black figure stood there like a sculpture, and it seemed that he was the only one on the whole ship, and those deep mists wrapped around his body, where the black , The gorgeous, pleated captain's suit, the cold hands with black gloves, are holding the handle of a golden weird sword.

Dai Lin hummed a low, hoarse ballad, his hum mixed with the cold tide, rolled over on the dark side of the sea, the familiar song quickly crossed the sea, and passed into the eyes of Kurtila In the flagship cabin of the First Fleet.

Admiral Drake, who was closing his eyes and raising his eyes, raised his head violently. He grabbed his blue captain's cap and command knife and rushed to the bridge. On the deck, there were already bewildered soldiers. On the bridge, Drake's sister, Archmage Jaina, leaning on her staff, looked at the sea shrouded in mist and the huge black warship looming in the mist.

"what is that?"

Drake put his hand on the sister's shoulder. The latter shook his head blankly. She didn't notice that the silver anchor pendant hanging from her neck had already shone brightly.

"This is... this song, this hum, this is... the daughter of the sea?"

Drake traveled the endless sea with his father from an early age. He had seen many strange things happening on the sea, including legends of ghost ships, but Drake never believed these. He even demolished several ships by himself. A ship infested with evil magic, but this one in front of...

"The Holy Light is on, this is bigger than my father's sea kingship... wait, this ship..."

The admiral widened his eyes. He turned back and looked at his sister. Jaina was stunned. In the magnificent vision of the master, she clearly saw the bridge of the deserted ship, standing The familiar figure, but invaded by darkness.

"father..."

"what?"

"I said...that's the father...you read that right, brother, that is indeed, the Sea King!"

The First Fleet of Kul Tiras stopped at the edge of the open sea with fog, the horn of battle sounded through the entire fleet, and the Second Fleet of Kul Tiras behind them quickly caught up. Merchant ships full of civilians were ordered to retreat to a safe distance. On the deck of Queen Anna, Drake Proudmoore shouted with loud magic through a loud trembling voice:

"This is the Kul Tiras Fleet, the ship ahead! Announce your identity!"

The sound passed into Dai Lin’s ears and made the admiral sneer. His leather boots tapped on the deck under his feet, like a signal, the next moment, in Derek and Ji Anna stared dumbfounded. In the mist behind the black giant ship, silent warships slowly "crawled" out of the sea.

Just like the undead who crawled out of the tomb, just a moment, outside the mist-wrapped sea, the two fleets of Kul Tiras were surrounded by ghost ships several times their own.

A pair of blue or dark red soul fires were ignited on the deck of the ghost ships. In the deadly gaze of the deep seamen, the living people of the two fleets entered like they did not know it. The abyss of the sea is the same.

"My children..."

A familiar sound came from the deck of the black giant ship, and the sound of footsteps in the dark was like stepping on everyone's heartstrings.

"I want to tell you how much I miss you...I also want to watch you ride the sea...but..."

"The dead man...can't speak."

Dai Lin's figure finally appeared in the eyes of Drake and Jaina. Their father held a dark gold, black smoke-like war knife and said in a cold and bone-sounding voice:

"Come on, Proudmoore's descendants...my favorite children..."

"Come to the test of the sea."

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