Stormwind God

In fact, the orcs are quite different from the ogres, but in the green tide, they all feel the same.

The Bloodsail Pirates only saw the green tide over every watery quagmire, stepping on every inch of turf, and smashing everything blocking the path of the tide.

Perhaps the colorful snake worms at the feet of the orcs were fleeing from the swamp, but everything was crushed.

Potholes, hills, swamps, and the sight of the earth spewed green tides like tides. As the sun trudged to the higher sky, more ships appeared on land.

In order to avoid the destruction of the built transport ship by the humans who had dominated the sea before, the orcs adopted a simpler and rougher method to protect their ships. These dozens of tons of transport ships were all placed on the shore and could not be reached by the gun Places pile up.

When the orcs were about to launch a general attack, the orcs labored on the bottom of the boat to send the boat into the water.

The heavy, awkward but clearly visible moving transport ships formed a huge wave slowly advancing towards the sea.

As the fleet sailing on the land moved towards them, the Bloodsail Pirates kept silent and watched everything in front of them.

The Duke of Farreville lived at sea all his life, but he had never seen anything like this before, with countless orcs covering the entire surface. Using their strong bodies, explosive muscle arms, large mouths with fangs, blood-red eyes, and green skin, weaving a world-class blanket covering every corner of the sun.

The Duke of Farreville kept regretting it, and he knew very well that if this terrifying situation was transported across the northern continent, the destruction of humanity would probably be counted down.

But next to him, an orc swordmaster wiped his broadsword with little respect.

This is a super strong man who does not blink. There were a dozen of his best sailors who tried to kill him. Unfortunately, none of them could be cut into pieces within two meters of his body.

Watching the ship that was thrown on the water and splashed with numerous water splashes, Farewell glanced at the flagship of his daughter Jessie, who was fifty meters away.

Jesse gave him a gesture that only he could understand.

"The whole fleet is obedient, anchor! Set sail! The damned Kul Tiras fleet!" Shouted the Duke of Farreville.

Ten minutes later, with the flash of morning light, the entire Bloodsail fleet looked like a curved arc, piercing the sea straight. They were about to head north from the Gulf of Paradina, across the ocean blocking the two north and south continents, and attack the Kul Tiras fleet that must be waiting on the sea.

The wet breath of early spring was mixed in the wind, and passed by Orgrim's nose.

The undulating orc tide travels perfectly with the rising waves on the vast sea. Orgrim was standing on a hillside by a giant white wolf, and he looked as if he was standing on top of the waves.

Looking at the shining sea level line at the end of the line of sight, Orgrim could not help but soar to the sky, [Death Hammer] pointed to the distance: "As long as you can pass through this sea! Tribal warriors can destroy the resistance of any creature in any world!"

"Yes!" The famous Grom * Hellscream came to Orgrim with the equally famous [Blood Roar] axe: "Although I always think that races other than orcs are unreliable, I don't like your attitude towards foreigners, but I like your ability to always solve problems. "

Orgrim didn't care about Grom's complaining, the huge Warhammer touched the axe face of Bloodroar. Two prestigious killers made a dull heavy impact.

"The strongest kingdom of mankind is Lordaeron. We will see Lordaeron." Orgrim fangs.

"See you, Lordaeron!" Grom walked down the hill without looking back, leaving a series of deep footprints and a glorious back.

The Orc Transport Fleet is still not stopping people. The Bloodsail Fleet and the Orc's Main Fleet, which set off one step before, met the enemy at about 10 am.

An ultralight fast reconnaissance ship with a typical elf-like flat boat appeared on the sea level line. Then, when the blood sail fleet sounded the alarm, sail shadows appeared on the sea level line.

The Duke of Farreville frowned.

It's too early, before the entire fleet has sailed out of the Palatine Bay, it encounters the Kul Tiras fleet that came out of the nest. It seems that the alliance's navy seems to have made up their minds to wipe out their blood sails and orc's main fleet here and regain control of the sea.

what happened? !!

The Duke of Farreville could not help looking at his daughter's flagship more than half a mile to the right.

However, now that you have encountered it, fight!

"Order! The fleet's right rudder is 40 degrees. We want to seize the upper direction as much as possible."

As soon as the duke's order came down, he was ruthlessly opposed. A common-speaking orc slammed the tomahawk on the guardrail.

"You don't have to be so complicated, just attack!"

"Hell! It's common sense to grab the upper hand!"

"The great tribe doesn't need your so-called common sense! It just needs you to be close enough to the enemy's ship. The Warrior of the Fireblade clan will solve all problems," said the orc in a stern voice.

The Duke of Farreville did not have heard the feat of an orc warchief who had demolished a few ships of Kul Tiras, but he never thought that the orcs were ready to solve all problems in this extremely simple and violent way.

This subverts all common knowledge in naval warfare.

Do not! More than common sense.

Farewell was clearly feeling the distrust of the orcs.

The wicked warchief could not wait for his Bloodsail fleet to fight with the human fleet, so that the Orc's transport ship could safely pass through every sea in the world.

"cut!"

However, the situation was stronger than the others. The Duke finally waved his hand fiercely. After a dozen seconds, a heraldic flag with a blood-red background unfolded on his flagship.

This idiot-like order was immediately confirmed by the flags repeatedly sent by the command ships.

Grit your teeth and confirm.

In this way, the whole blood sail and the orc joint fleet turned into two vertical arrays, rushing straight up like a fool.

And the more sane alliance fleet is like a crab with open arms and claws. The fleet unfolds, as if opening its jaws, and the surrounding situation is formed within half an hour.

At 10:45 am, the later-famous "Balatin Gulf Battle" started! (To be continued.)

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