Gul'dan thought that the pirate who wanted money and didn't want his life would betray humans and help the orcs, but he forgot that the pirates who wanted money and didn't want to die turned around and sold the orcs as well.

Although the secret actions of the tribe are guarded against the pirates, going to sea to fight is not a matter of traveling in the morning and returning home at night, and the preparations cannot be hidden from the fur seals.

So the alliance got the exact information the day after the horde army set sail.

Although I don't know where the orcs' landing ground is, knowing the approximate login time is already a strategic advantage for Tianda.

The only good news for the tribe is that the alliance with the trolls has not yet been revealed, and the alliance army is not yet aware that its chrysanthemum has been targeted by a gang of fangs.

For half a year, Orgrim secretly provided the Zuaman trolls with enough steel weapons to arm an army of 10,000 people, which greatly improved the combat effectiveness of Zujin's army. And the armor, the orcs are still lacking, and can only provide some symbolically.

The Dragonthroat Clan's work to enslave and train the Red Dragons is progressing smoothly, with a full fifty enslaved adult Red Dragons and more than four hundred young dragons catalyzed by Demon Souls, along with corresponding riders, serving the Clan.

After visiting the Dragonmaw Clan's training base in Grimbaatar, Orgrim has a deeper appreciation for the power of magic.

Seeing Alexstaza, the red dragon queen who was about half his height with only eyeballs, succumb to something the size of a dinner plate, Orgrim made a decision in his heart - he had to take Gul'dan with him, and he couldn't let this dangerous careerist go alone.

Orgrim is an orc who worships glory, and although he drank the blood of demons to fulfill the tribal covenant, the great chieftain's strong willpower made him almost immune to the control of madness.

The messenger sent to contact the Trolls of Zuaman had already set out, and Zujin would definitely have started on the appointed day, and if Orgrim postponed the Horde's action, the Coalition that had been caught off guard would definitely divide its forces to come to the rescue, and the Horde's landing operation would be easier.

Unfortunately, Orgrim still has glory in his heart, so when he is intercepted by Tirculas's navy, the High Chief can only trust his own men.

From the time the reconnaissance ship discovered the large force of the Horde to the completion of the fleet reorganization and assembly of the Kurtilas, the black ships of the orcs were less than fifty nautical miles from the coastline southwest of the Hillbride Hills.

The orcs did not have time to play farming and development in the newly conquered lands, so in the process of creating the zào fleet, a lot of black technology provided by Gul'dan was used. Real "black" technology, so the tribe's sea boats, from the hull to the sails, are black.

"Oh my God, what's that!" When Dalein. As Proudmore arrived to join the fleet on his flagship COCO, he was struck by the boundless Black Tide.

"Whatever that is, the orcs must be made to understand that the sailors of Kul Tiras are the masters of the sea!" The admiral quickly came to his senses and was in high spirits, and his words drew an enthusiastic response from the sailors.

The first to fight were the Alliance's fast ballista ships and the pirate gunboats.

After receiving Guldan's money, he naturally had to work for the tribe, and the pirates understood that in this naval battle, they were not the protagonists, but they would definitely be the vanguards. The old rivals were very angry when they met, and both the navy of Kul Tiras and the pirates who raided for a living were too familiar with each other's tactics, and the battle was heated from the beginning.

A crossbow bolt the size of a baby's arm, wrapped in a tarpaulin, ignited and fired into the hull of an enemy ship in an almost straight trajectory through the sky. The bolts not only destroyed the hull, but were splashed out by the burning material torn by huge inertia, creating a huge mess in the cabin.

After the black ship had sailed ten nautical miles, the pirates began to flee.

"The guy you bought is not very good." Orgrim commented.

"Having exchanged a worthless gold for precious time, is there anything not to be satisfied with the great hammer of destruction?" Gul'dan asked rhetorically.

"No, I'm satisfied." Orgrimmar waved his hand, and the herald immediately issued a second set of battle orders.

When Daelin commanded the Alliance Navy to take the upper hand, the tribe's shamans completed their spells, the wind was fierce, the wind direction changed, and the tribe's black ships began to accelerate.

"Damn, this is not a normal wind, I dare bet ten barrels of good rum, it's a tribal trick." Dalin cursed in a low voice, but he didn't panic, seeing that the wind and rudder were the basic skills of the Kul Tiras sailors, and it would be naïve for the orcs to think that they would be able to escape in this way.

Because of the natural divine power of the ogre, the tribe's trebuchets deliver ammunition far faster than the alliance's artillery and ballista, but the equipment and sailors of the alliance's navy far surpass the tribe, and the battle situation is inseparable. But the casualties of the tribe were obviously greater than those of the Alliance, and the sinking of each black ship would take the lives of hundreds of orcs.

"How long will it take for Necrus Cruise?" Ogrim's anger burned in his heart when he saw the brave tribal warriors die in such a humiliating shipwreck.

"My Great Chief, sacrifice is inevitable, do you want to anger our innocent Skullbreaker?" Gul'dan pulled out a black crystal ball, his rough, slender fingers rubbing the surface of the crystal ball.

"Soon, soon we will be able to see the fireworks of the tribe's wrath."

Unbeknownst to Orgrim, Gul'dan, who seemed to be casting a detection spell, was collecting the souls of the fallen orcs.

Unwillingness, fear, anger, what a wonderful emotion, how much delicious soul.

Because Orgrim didn't trust warlocks, the ship was full of the Great Chief's cronies and shamans, and Gul'dan played a small game in the open.

In the midst of a fierce battle, the black ship continued to advance, and when it was already possible to see the coastline, the Red Dragon Army of the Dragonthroat Clan finally arrived on the battlefield.

Inevitably, riots broke out in the Union Navy.

"Oh my God, it's a dragon, a red dragon carrying orcs!"

The relentless flames of the Red Dragon rained down from the sky, causing great panic and chaos on the Alliance Navy.

"Don't panic, the ballista is in the air, the bow and arrow are ready, and the artillery continues to suppress the tribal black ship!" DAI Lin. Prodmore calmly continued to direct the battle, "Mage, report to Marshal Lothar that we need support. ”

After the initial chaos, the Union Navy returned to its rhythm, but the number of casualties rose sharply.

The red dragon that came across the sea consumed a lot of body, and the red dragon that was not enough quickly broke away from the battle line and flew to the coastline to prepare to land and rest, and the adult red dragon with spare strength was still spraying the merciless flames to the fullest.

The Coalition's artillery brings the Horde the Flame of Death, and the Red Dragon brings the Flame of Destruction to the Alliance.

"General, Marshal Lothar sent a letter back asking us to retreat." The mage reports to the admiral.

Anduin. Lothar's decision was correct, the sudden arrival of the Red Dragon disrupted the Alliance's deployment, and retreating was a wise decision.

So far, the Alliance Navy has sunk more than 150 tribal black ships, and at least more than 20,000 tribal orc soldiers have died in the deep sea, and the results are brilliant.

Before the Red Dragon appeared, the Alliance's naval forces had the opportunity to crush the Horde, but the flame breath of an adult Red Dragon could easily turn a medium-sized ship into a burning coffin on the surface of the sea.

After a short period of thought, the admiral decided to carry out Lothar's order.

A red dragon attempts to attack the Coco, and skilled gunners send the red dragon into the arms of the sea with three ballistas.

"Order the fleet to shrink its formation and prepare to break away." Dahlin ordered the herald to issue the flag.

Just as the COCO was turning, Daillin saw a scene that made him feel painful.

"No!" A red dragon spews down, Drake. The battleship commanded by Prodmore was reduced to a burning grave.