To the west of the Valley of Thorns, the southern waters of the Endless Sea, Treasure Bay and the Ratchet City route. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the early days, there were two routes between the tribe and the eastern continent, one was the air route from Grumgao Camp to Orgrimmar, using airships provided by goblins to sail between the two places to transport supplies, and Thrall also tried to open a direct sea route to Grumgao Camp, but due to the dense reefs next to Grumgao Camp, he had to give up.

The other is the sea route, which connects the barren Ratchet City from the southernmost Treasure Bay of Thorn Valley, which was the only route for caravans to the Horde until the Dawn Light intervened in trade between the Horde and the Alliance, after all, the Goblin Cities were all superficially neutral to the Horde and the Alliance.

This sea route was also the main route for the tribe to and from the Swamp of Sorrow, transporting troops to the Dark Gate of the Cursed Lands.

In the previous life, the tribe had the addition of blood elves and forsaken to make up for the lack of magicians, which allowed them to build a permanent portal in the Stoneard camp in the Swamp of Sorrow to share the burden of transporting troops, and after occupying the dark gate, many portals were also built, and the military value of this sea route was not so prominent, but in this life, magic is still a very mysterious thing for the tribe, and the tribe's troops to and from the outer regions have to pass through this route, and the foreign troops who were urgently recalled by the Great Chief are naturally no exception。

Sarufar Jr. is the commander of this army, he fought bravely in the outer lands, and because of his military exploits, he rose to the rank of general of the tribe, and the military talent flowing in the blood of the Sarufar family is also one of the reasons, this is already the top of the tribal army, and then there are only the Overseers and the high-ranking Overseers.

"It's magnificent-------" little Sarufar exclaimed again.

In Nagrand, you don't see the spectacle of thousands of warships sailing at the same time, built entirely by goblins, in a typical tribal style, with spikes on the outboards, a sharp wooden ramming horn wrapped in iron on the bow, and the guns provided by the goblins on both sides of the lower deck, the black muzzles ready to spit out tongues of fire and destroy all tribal enemies, and the huge red sails depicting the tribal emblem are full of wind.

"We are lucky, Your Excellency. "A goblin with a long red cap stood beside Sarufar, who had no courage to show it, even though he was a dirt bun. "The northwest wind has been blowing for three days, and we've been sailing at full speed, so if we continue like this, we'll be in Ratchet City in less than a week. ”

"Really?" Sarufar was shaken, he had joined the new tribe with Garrosh, but he had never seen the great city of Garrosh in his mouth, Orgrimmar, and he couldn't wait.

"Sir, the scouts are back!" shouted the mast observer, revealing a bare green head.

Several brown dots continued to enlarge in the distance, Sarufar had already seen the head of the bipedal wyvern like a lion, these bipedal wyverns were the fleet's only long-range reconnaissance means, in order to ensure the safety of the route, they would patrol around the fleet without interruption, in Sarufar's opinion, this was actually not necessary at all, the alliance was the tribe's biggest enemy, but they were not enemies for the time being, he couldn't think of anyone who would attack the tribe's mighty fleet.

"Let the soldiers rest more, the next wave of scouts will not need to take off, we are not far from the coast, there will be no danger here. ”

The waves pushed away by the bow of the battleship rippled white ripples on the calm sea, and his order was quickly conveyed.

But the bipedal cavalry in the sky suddenly turned a corner and flew towards the eastern side of the battleship.

"Your Excellency, General, they seem to have discovered something!"

Needless to say, the goblin captain knew it, and he picked up the monoculars that the goblin had 'given' him, and looked east.

He couldn't see anything but the slightly undulating sea and the warships of the tribe.

The binoculars were raised, and the bipedal dragoons were waving some gesture, which he knew was the gestures of the cavalry to communicate, but he couldn't read it.

The observer on the mast of the "Enemy Attack!! read the gestures, and little Sarufar reflexively drew the giant axe behind his back, and then it occurred to him that the great axe seemed to be useless on the warship.

"Let all the Wyvern-legged dragoons take off at once!" Sarufar commanded calmly, though he did not see the enemy at all, nor did he see any of the ships attacked. "Ship command is up to you, Captain Weeksville!"

"Of course, Your Excellency General!" the goblin captain knew that the little General Sarufar was a little 'wise' among the orcs, he didn't know how to command warships in battle, so he wouldn't command indiscriminately, and most orcs wouldn't put command in the hands of a goblin, they looked at the goblins who served the tribe more like a slave, and the goblins looked at them like a bunch of big fools.

"Sail up, ship accelerate, prepare for battle!" Goblin's shrill voice echoed through the ship. "Flag language, determine the enemy's position!"

Little Sarufar, with a tomahawk in one hand and a telescope in the other, looked at the sky with a bipedal dragoon, and they were constantly circling to the east of the fleet, where the enemy was apparently located, but he still couldn't see anything.

Wait, what is that?!A long brown object as thick as a battleship! It danced out of the sea, and in the telescope you could clearly see the sucker as big as a basin on the tentacles, and it danced like a whip on a battleship, and the mast was the first to suffer, and then, the whole warship was like a piece of rotten wood that had been struck by a war hammer, sailors and sawdust flew in the air, and little Sarufar could even see the terrified faces of the orc soldiers, and the tentacles struck the whole warship in half with a single blow!

A black cloud rose on the shattered battleship, followed by a violent sound, although the battleship on the side had tried to flash to the left, but the freed flames ignited its sails, and the sea water suddenly rose a column of water, extinguishing the flames, it was the warship's accompanying shaman releasing elemental spells.

"It's a martyr!" the goblin captain's shrill voice stirred little Sarufar. "Damn it! What is that! Notify the ships to the east! Fill the rudder on the left! Dodge it! Fill the rudder on the right! Surround it! Get all the ships ready to bombard!"

"Your Excellency, General!" the goblin turned his head with a serious expression, a hint of fear in his eyes. "It could be a sea monster!"

"What?" he had no idea what a sea monster was!

"The thing that just attacked the ship, you see, one tentacle is the size of a battleship, can you imagine how big it is under the surface?" the goblin waved his hands. "It's the Tide Hunter!Only it can command these sea monsters!!"