As the northernmost point of the Eastern Kingdoms continent, the weather at the end of February was still bitterly cold.

The entire Third Fleet of Kurtiras is here bored.

No way, since the first naval battle, the orcs have cowered and no longer send their unpopular so-called warships and transports to their deaths. After all, the orcs still have the stable land passage of the Sadol Bridge, so there is no need to forcibly send food to the Alliance.

Derek complained more than once that his father beat the orcs so badly that he couldn't earn any bonuses.

As a result, since the end of the war, the expanded fleet of Kul Tiras has been reduced to a transport captain, and all winter long, floating at sea, enjoying a terrible 'hibernation'.

It's not that there is no rotation, it's just boring and waiting.

The war in the interior has nothing to do with sailors.

There are no enemies, and there is no work to do.

Listening to all kinds of bad news from the griffons flying from the shore, the worst plan is to prepare to pick up the family of King Lordaeron who may fall......

In this state, it is normal for sailors to become lazy and tired.

In fact, on this night, each boat was still arranged with a lookout.

It's just that in the cold and windy dark night, looking at the undulating coastline that seems to be forever unchanged, people are easily numb. This is not a night view of a metropolis, there is no light on the shore, and in the light snow, the blurred scenery is really not worth watching.

It was in this situation that the Death Knight touched.

Ignoring the icy waters, they hiked underwater, and then hooked the side of the ship with their first Death Grip, leaping to the surface like a torpedo.

The real [Death Grip] does not have as many restrictions as in the game. As a force that 'controls everything', the only thing the Death Knight fears is that when he uses the negative energy of the death system, he will be discovered by the priests such as the Holy Light Priest on the ship.

Apparently, they were lucky enough to find that there was no one on deck when they got on board, and the sailors had gone to sleep in the cabin.

At a signal, a large number of orcs began to carry the sampans that had been prepared in advance.

To be reasonable, given the generally bad water nature of this group of orcs who had just arrived from Draenor, it was not uncommon for half of them to drown in a mere 200-meter waterway.

Orgrim has the 'Ice Crossing Monarchs', these Alterac snow monsters easily breathe on ice, connecting several ships together with ice blocks to form huge ice floes.

The Death Knight, with an astonishing force beyond the imagination of mortals, threw the iron hook tied to the rope and pulled the pieces of ice floe over.

When the orcs succeeded in turning naval warfare into land warfare, it was all over.

The Kurtilas who were attacked in their sleep rushed to meet the battle, but unfortunately, the fate of anyone who was boarded was the same.

How could a thinly clad and unprotected sailor be a match for orc warriors and death knights.

The entire fleet, almost half of the ships, were caught up in the first wave of raids, and then, because they were too flustered and unresponsive, the ships that did not have time to anchor and run away were attacked by the second wave of raids.

In the end, only less than 40 large and small warships escaped from the outermost area, and 173 warships of various types fell into the control of the orcs, including Derek Prodmoor, the Grand Prince of Kurtilas.

Unlike the previous practice of stuffing the corpses of human generals into the Shadow Warlocks, this time Gul'dan directly forced them to submit with soul punishment, and after most of the night's torture, the orcs gained an important general who was skilled in water warfare for the first time.

There were no griffons or mages on the fleeing fleet, and the Tirius Command was almost entirely under the control of the orcs. By the time the remnants of the ships had traveled westward, found the Daelin First Fleet in the open waters west of the Tirisfarin, and got the news out, it was already the fifth day.

"Are you sure you can't see the battle flags of the core clans such as Blackstone, War Song, and Broken Palm on the battlefield anymore?" McDonald asked the griffon rider who had delivered the message.

"Sure, but we can't be sure of the movements of the main orc forces. His Majesty suspects this is a trap. The Messenger replied.

"Whether it's a trap or not, tell Mograini to train. Remember not to let your soldiers go more than five miles from the walls. ”

"Understood!"

The McDonald dragon wrote his judgment on parchment, stamped it with a fire paint seal, and handed it to the messenger.

After a little struggle, McDonald recruited two special guest troops.

A short time later, the beautiful elven sisters came to McDonald, who was in the headquarters of the fortress.

Beginning with Rivendell's legion defending the walls of Soladin, the Windranger Sisters and their Ranger troops followed Rivendell as they fought and retreated all the way to Alterac and finally to the fortress of Sodoril.

Although McDonald has a personal relationship with them, everyone is still businesslike on the battlefield, strictly following the alliance's rules.

With a calm face, he handed the latest battle report to Aurelia.

At first, the two sisters didn't react, but as McDonald's finger moved on the military map, the Windranger sisters' faces suddenly turned extremely pale.

On the map of the Eastern Kingdoms, especially the Northern Continent, if there is any area that has not been affected by the war, it is only Quel'Salas.

McDonald's finger drew an arc from west to east from the north shore of Tirisfa, where the Third Fleet had been attacked, and the end of the arc was none other than the west shore of Quel'Thalas: the island of Quel'danas in the northwest of Silvermoon City...... And a place that the two sisters couldn't be more familiar with—the Tower of Windranger in the southwest of Silvermoon City!

"No—" Wen Lesa broke down a little on the spot, and cried out in a lost voice: "Oh my God! Father, Mother, and Lillas are there! ”

Lillas is the younger brother of the three sisters and the only male of the Windrunners of his generation. It can be said that except for the second sister Sylvanas, who served in Silvermoon City, the entire family of the Windranger family is there.

McDonald was silent.

It's not that he doesn't know history, he's also wronged, the ghost knows that the orcs are so clear-minded, after he blocked the Stratholme collar, he was stunned whether he grabbed the boat by himself, or went north.

In an instant, a thousand thoughts swirled through Aurelia's mind, sad, desperate, painful, but in the end it all turned into duty, her duty as the daughter of the Windranger.

Striding forward, Aurelia bowed deeply to Madonald, and when she raised her head, her beautiful eyes were full of determination and grief: "I know our next request is excessive, but for the sake of the time we have fought side by side, please lend us griffons......"

After a pause, she emphasized, "All the griffons in Stratholme's territory! ”

After the brutal air battle in Hillsbrad, griffons became a scarce resource across the league. It is generally believed that the Hammer Dwarves also had a griffon brigade of two hundred griffins.

Not many people know that a certain local tyrant still has 100 million hands.