"Buzz"

The long, narrow aircraft flew quickly over the territorial waters of Gilneis, and this engineering aircraft made of gnomes could not fly close to the surface of the sea, but due to the sheer number of them, there were clearly visible waves on the surface of the sea when they crossed the air. Updates are fast and ad-free.

"At present, 500 meters ahead, all bombs are ready!"

Wearing golden goggles, wearing leather armor, and delicately maneuvering his "Big Shark" aircraft, the dwarf commander Fitzranke cautiously looked at the bomb dropping area that was getting closer and closer in the sight, the experienced dwarf pilot issued an order in the engineering liaison, and then raised his head again, glanced at Gilneth in the fog, and couldn't help but sigh.

The old dwarf had been to Gilneth 10 years earlier, and he had made a pretty good impression of the people here, though they were not so pleasantly proud, but on the whole they were very welcoming, but unfortunately, the second time he came here, it brought a war.

"200 meters ahead, bomb ready!"

Fitzranke shook his head vigorously, pushing all the ill-fashioned thoughts out of his mind, and turned his attention back to the joystick in front of him, his other hand gripping the bomb switch of his "Big Shark" aircraft.

From the moment of the fall of Nomorigan, he was no longer a mere engineer, as a soldier, he naturally understood that war is not subject to human will, and from the bottom of his heart, Colonel Fitzrank, who had already experienced many wars, undoubtedly grieved for the people of Gilneys, but what this country did 6 years ago... Really not worthy of sympathy.

"50 meters ahead! Bomb ready!"

Colonel the dwarf pilot took a deep breath, for a dwarf aircraft equipped with the latest engine, 50 meters is just a fleeting distance, 2 seconds later, he was the first to pull the bomb switch, the big shark's cabin was completely open in the next moment, and the black steel bomb like a demon cone smashed into the sea from the sky like a raindrop of steel, splashing a white arc that kept beating on the sea.

45 aircraft in the air formed a triangular formation from the range of about 50 meters over the bite reef, a few seconds later, from the sea explosion set off like a tsunami-like tide into the sky, like a dragon of flame wrapped in flowing water, at the moment of the explosion, hundreds of tons of sea water was instantly evaporated, white water vapor rose into the sky, and quickly was scattered by the waves, at this moment, the air above the entire bite reef was distorted.

Like an angry sea god, the muffled sound of a giant beast swallowing water caused the surface of the sea to form a frantic vortex after the explosion, and no flesh creature could survive in the center of the first round of bombardment.

Fitzrank, who circled around the air, observed the results of the bombing through engineering goggles, the uncalm sea was filled with all kinds of black debris and fish corpses, the originally calm sea had been completely disturbed at this moment, but through his professional eyes, Fitzranke was still sure that the first wave of bombardment had achieved the results, and then only special ammunition was needed, and another round of cleanup was needed, and the biting reef in this sea area would cease to exist.

But at the moment when Fitzrank's gaze was about to withdraw from the sea, he suddenly saw a huge black shadow in the corner of his eye, and then, dense black dots surged wildly under the white sea, as if some kind of barrier had been removed, and 1 second later, the panicked voice of the old dwarf spread throughout the communicator network.

"Enemy attack! Get out of the way! Something is out!"

Three minutes ago, after a wave of aircraft lifted off, Matthew stood on the deck of his flagship "Prestige", using his own telescope to observe the whole process of the bombing of these aircraft, as one of the most professional naval commanders in Kul Tiras and even the whole of Azeroth, Matthew, the admiral with one-eighth of the Proudmoor family blood in his body, attaches great importance to these engineering weapons that have developed rapidly in recent years.

These flying machines are one of the weapons of war that he feels needs to be examined, in the Great Battlefield of Angasa, the gnomes and goblins used their unignorable achievements, with engineering cannons that make the earth and the sky roar, and the rain of metal bullets falling from the sky, but it was a bold attempt by Matthew to put the aircraft used in land warfare in naval warfare.

It stands to reason that these metal objects require a large flat piece of land for an airport, and there is no other place to fly off the coast of Gilneth than the Isle of Atonement, but Azeroth is a wizarding world, and the creatures here are very good at solving these seemingly unsolvable problems.

At the same time, Kul Tiras's navy freed up three super-large troop carriers, removed all obstacles on the deck, and even removed the mast with a paddle wheel driven by a steam engine to serve as the temporary take-off and landing deck for these aircraft.

The reason why aircraft must be required to enter is the Bite Reef, which is located all over the coast of Gilneis.

The foul reefs, which were terrified by the sailors, were not far from the sea, and most of them would be clearly visible even at low tide, and in preparation for this operation, the Admiralty of Kul Tiras even invited the master engineers who had shined in the War of the Dead to assess the threat of the biting reef, and later the engineers told Admiral Matthew that with enough explosives, a sea route that would allow small fleets to pass through could be revealed in a very short time.

This was enough for the Kurturas Navy, which was very good at landing operations, and they were responsible for land warfare, and the aircraft formation attached to Nomorigen was responsible for destroying the Bite Reef.

King Jean Greymane could never have imagined how much he had hurt the feelings of the nation by brazenly withdrawing from the Saberchel Line in order to protect his people, resulting in the annihilation of the Fourth Legion of Lordaeron and the entire Silver Pine Forest.

When the real enemy is removed, the traitors are so hateful that they can't stand it... In the Second Orc War, the kingdom of Alterac, which betrayed the Alliance, was wiped out by the relieved Lordaeron army before the war was even over, and now, Gilneth is on the old path of Alterac.

Matthew looked at the flames rising from the bottom of the sea, wrapped in seawater, and the tide of the sea that rose to the sky for nearly ten meters, and put down the telescope in his hand with satisfaction, such power, coupled with the agility and speed of these flying machines, they will definitely become the "killer weapon" of the future Kul Tiras Navy, it seems that it is time to suggest to His Majesty Dai Lin that a special aircraft combat formation be formed for naval warfare.

All it takes is one bomb to hit the enemy ship, and victory will belong to Kurtiras!

In this beautiful fantasy of future war, Admiral Matthew waved his left hand back,

"Prepare the Marines for sorties, and when the second round of bombardment by the gnomes is completed, the three combat ships "Counterattack", "Enterprise" and "Fury" will go to Gilneth for a landing battle, and the Grand Fleet will be on standby at any time! ”

"Yes, General!"

The herald was about to give the order when he heard a muffled sound from the deck below, and then the entire hull of the Fame tilted to the left with the terrifying sound of swallowing water.

"What's going on!"

Matthew's reaction was quicker, he drew his command knife and stabbed into the deck with a blow, immobilizing the shaking body, he shouted angrily, but the next moment, he saw the culprit of all this.

A huge, sucker-covered black tentacle poked out of the sea from the edge of the deck of the Fame, like a mad serpent, easily slapping the sailors next to it into the air, and then clasped the mast of the Fame, and under Matthew's horrified gaze, the mast made of the hardest wood of Azeroth, like a child's toy, was easily torn from below deck!

His flagship Prestige, a 350-man battleship, was like a fluttering toy ship, wrapped in more and more tentacles, and was pushed into the sea little by little to one side, Matthew was like a stumbler hanging on the edge of a cliff, he fixed his body with his command knife, and watched the sailors fall from the deck into the icy sea in despair, like dumplings, and as his herald slipped past him, Matthew reached out and grabbed his arm, and then they glanced back, and the sight sent chills down the shoulders of all those who survived this unwarranted disaster。

The current, the entire sea is no longer subject to the powerful Kul Tiras Navy, the entire fleet of 12 ships has completely capsized under the tentacle slap of several sea monsters, and the Enterprise, the closest to the Prestige, is almost pierced from the surface of the hull by three tornadoes that spread upward from the sea surface, and those spiraling upwards quickly formed ice, like a warrior pierced through the body by three sharp swords.

The admiral didn't even have time to grieve, the black tentacles that fell from the sky were like long whips, and they flew him and his herald into the air, and then crashed into the icy sea, and the next moment, the prestige, which was so strong that it could never be sunk, was tightly wrapped by the angry sea monster with 8 tentacles, and the whole sank into the sea.

Matthew endured the sharp pain in his chest, surfaced, and looked at the battlefield in front of him, like a storm passing, as if he had experienced an absurd dream!

The other ships could not escape this nightmare, and only those ships furthest from the flagship could survive the wrath of the sea, but this was perhaps not a good thing, because a strong enemy was coming, and Matthew's ears heard Fitzrank's frightened voice,

"Whoa... Whew... Admiral, we have been attacked by the enemy! Yes..."

"It's Naga, right?"

There's no need to say anything more about Fitzrank, Matthew sees it... The Naga army, which swam rapidly from the deep sea to the surface of the sea with the roar of the sea monster, was densely packed, and the entire turquoise sea surface was occupied by these snake-like monsters, and their cold eyes like reptilian creatures shone with an indifferent light, and they carried a giant trident in their hands, advancing from the cold seabed towards the world wrapped in the sky.

There is nowhere to run!

At the end of Matthew's line of sight, after the destruction of Kul Tiras's fleet, Stormwind's fleet suffered the same nightmare, the fire above the sea flickered, it was Stormwind's unyielding sailors firing at the tentacles of the sea monsters that poked out from the bottom of the sea, but it was useless... This amount, Naga, a mysterious force that has almost never been seen by the major forces of Azeroth, is it really necessary... A new war?

Matthew's body trembled suddenly, he quickly came back to his senses, looked at the herald beside him who had already swallowed his last breath, looked at the desperate expression on the young colonel's face, he gritted his teeth, and began to swim quickly towards the shores of Gilneth.

"Colonel Fitzrank, leave us alone, save yourself! Fly towards Gilneth! Get the word out! Naga... Naga, they've declared war on us!"

Matthew shouted at the dwarf colonel with difficulty with the communicator, and soon Fitzrank's desperate voice came,

"No, General, not to us... Naga, they landed in Gilneth, oh my God, this amount ... They have declared war on the civilized world!"

"What... What?"

Before the admiral's horror could be fully expressed, the sea around him began to freeze rapidly, and this freezing speed was extremely fast, and Matthew struggled for a moment, and under the bombardment of his fist wrapped in anger, the ice dispersed, but it converged at a faster speed, completely freezing the admiral.

A cold serpent's voice sounded beneath the sea,

"Take him back, Lady Nazchar will need these captives!"

"Let the fish people go out! Drive the sea beasts to the port of Minethir, the Gilneth Peninsula... It's ours!"