Three days after the Alterac reconquest of Talenmere, off the coast of the Balatine Bay, Daelin. Prodmore's Confederate navy has been fighting the Horde Black Ship for almost a week.

The white on the mountains is fading, indicating that the snow line is rising, indicating that spring is coming.

In spring, the season of sowing, cut an orc into more than forty pieces and bury them in the ground, and in autumn you can harvest more than forty goblins!

Listening to the boatswain telling the sailors pornographic jokes and meat jokes, the admiral chose to ignore them.

While taunting your opponent with the color of your skin is ungentlemanly, goblin consortia and pirates aren't good either, and Daelyn hates those who are insatiable.

In the dull sailing, anything that helps to raise morale is tacitly approved by the admiral.

The real reason for this naval war was the change of seasons, the change of direction of the trade winds and ocean currents, and the route from the wetlands to the Hillbride Hill Hills would be closed for about half a month, which could only be powered by oars.

Cursing the pirates and praising them, it only cost three hundred gold to get the exact information of the Horde's supply fleet.

As long as this supply fleet is destroyed, the alliance can make full use of the advantages of manpower and material resources to hit the tribe fiercely in the next battle.

It's a pity that naval battles are not as good as land battles, as long as one side wants to run and one side is willing to chase, a battle is not a matter for a week.

From the Sea of Nothingness to the Gulf of Palatine, Dalin and his admirals had sunk seven of the Horde's transports, losing one medium battleship and two large destroyers out of the battle sequence.

It can be described as a brilliant result.

However, it was of no avail, for there were forty-two other transports of the same style in the Tribe.

In other words, the Horde's navy that died in battle can proudly say: There are six more like me!

In three days, it will enter the continental shelf. We have to find a way to give the orcs some brutality!

Dalin leaned back on the COCO's command platform, thinking about what to do.

Although a large number of red dragons were killed in the battle for more than a year, Dai Lin also felt that the tribe's air superiority was disappearing little by little, especially the dwarves and gnomes of Ironforge Castle who had come up with a new generation of dwarf flying machines that could deal with red dragons, forcing the tribe to devote a lot of energy to deal with air raids from the mountains of Danmoro. In order to ensure that your transportation lines are smooth.

Therefore, in the skies of Hilbride, the battle between the griffin and the red dragon, and the competition between the Hammer Dwarf and the Dragonthroat Clan, although the two sides are actually similar in terms of the loss of mounts and the death of pilots, the Hammer Dwarves backed by the alliance are significantly stronger than the Dragonthroat Clan in terms of restoring the establishment and griffin training.

By all accounts, the scales of war are tilting in favor of the coalition side.

But at sea, Dai Lin can still only rely on himself.

Counting on the griffins of the Hammerhammer Dwarves to find the ever-moving warship on the vast expanse of the sea is better than praying for the gunners to perform at a super-level level.

I have to say. Dai Lin personally trained a difficult opponent, in more than a year of war, the tribe's navy from being hung up to now fighting with the elite of the alliance back and forth, but also the side shows the horror of the tribe.

What a terrible ability to learn.

Every time Dalin tried to adjust the fleet formation and cut off the tribe's fleet from the center, there were always tribesmen's outcasts who would break away from the group and attack the alliance fleet, disrupting Dalin's deployment.

Relying on constant cutting of meat, the tribe's fleet still maintained a large size.

There was a ship with important supplies that the tribe had to transport to Hilbride.

The admiral couldn't help but make such a judgment, and strengthened his determination to completely annihilate the enemy army.

Rubbing the grip of the Tideblade. Dalin twitched his nose and sniffed at the sea, then looked up at the whitening sky.

There is no moon tonight. The stars are sparse and dense, and you can fight!

Along the way, because he had to guard against the escort of the tribal red dragon, Dai Lin was unwilling to lose too many troops, ships and tribes, so he could only seize the alternate intervals of the escort red dragon to fight.

However, as time passed, the admirals of the alliance began to get anxious. It was a kind of intuition of a veteran of a hundred battles -- if something was not done, something bad would happen.

So Dalin is ready to play a big wave.

That's right, a more terrible tactic than the army night battle, the naval night battle!

It is rumored that the Prodmore family ancestors once signed a pact with the sea of Azeroth, and almost every generation of Prodmore after that has been a water-elemental affinity. The heirloom sword, the Tide Blade, has many magical powers.

The mind is set, then only the northwest wind is owed!

DAI Lin. Proudmoore pulled out the Tide Blade, and the rich water vapor instantly gushed out, and the legendary battleship COCO seemed to come to life.

"Flag bearer, signal, three-way column, full speed ahead."

After Dai Lin gave the order, he waved his sword, and in an instant, a strong wind blew, rounding the sails of all the alliance warships, and the sea water seemed to be lively, and the sound of the waves crashing on the hull became quieter.

Looking down from the sky, the entire fleet accelerated.

"General, what are you going to do?"

The first mate asked suspiciously.

"We bypassed Lighthouse Reef and went straight to intercept the Horde."

"Is this too dangerous, although there is the COCO to lead the way, and the general you lead, the Riptide Reef will not be able to defeat the athletes of Kul Tiras, but bypassing the Lighthouse Reef, we are in danger of being rushed by the tribe!"

The first mate's concern is not unreasonable, most of the sea routes move with the ocean current trade winds, not straight lines, copying straight lines can indeed play a role in interception, but the tribe still has a fleet on the southwest coast of Hillbride, once it is not operated properly, there is a possibility of being flanked.

"It makes sense, after intercepting this batch of black ships, ......"

Dai Lin nodded approvingly, and then estimated.

"We should have met the enemy on the port side. The port barrage was too thin, and the order was given to the whole fleet to change the counterweight and concentrate the guns on the port side. ”

"General!"

The first mate thought that he had persuaded Dai Lin, but he didn't expect to wait for such an extreme order.

"Listen, the mountain lions of Alterac have descended, the wolves of Gilneth have come out, Tyrenus and Lothar have taken action, and even the old immortal of Solas has begun to plot a counterattack on the Saldo Bridge. The war has been fought for so long, it's time to end, don't question me, your task is to implement my decisions! ”

Faced with Dai Lin's forced gaze, the first mate finally chose to compromise.

"You're a general, and you have the final say."

Unleashing the power of the Tideblade with all his might, even Dai Lin, who was as strong as a mainstay, felt deeply exhausted.

Back in the captain's quarters, Dalin sat down in his chair to rest for a moment, a mixture of excitement and unease haunting his anxiety.

What is it, what exactly, what have I forgotten?

After thinking for a long time, Dai Lin suddenly realized.

"It's too big, I forgot to pay Gianna for living expenses this month!" (To be continued......)