"Hurry up! the mage troops work harder, and the arcane wind will not stop!" Drake's angry urges rang out over his flagship, and behind him was Miss Farina, whose face was hard to see.

They had been confident, but now they had shattered their ridiculous self-confidence because of unexpected changes, and the speed of the Tribal fleet was so fast that they lost the trace of the Tribal fleet that night.

Drake Proudmore finally regained consciousness and realized that he was in danger, while Miss Falina felt the duck in her mouth fly away without a trace.

Originally, she wanted to take all the fleets of Kurtiras and the Horde for herself, and make them the minions of the Scourge Legion, and then make the recorded footage public to the world, provoking the Horde and Kurtiras to fight.

But now the struggle has indeed been provoked, but the tribal fleet is nowhere to be found, which is an unforgivable fault for the perfectionist Farina.

At the same time, on the steel ship in the distance, Durotan understood with despair what the enemy had left behind, and he held his two children in his arms, and asked with a desperate face:

"Drektar, is there really no other way to cure my child?"

Durontan's voice was as desperate as the ashes of silence, and the once calm Frostwolf Chief seemed to be gone, leaving only an ordinary father who was overwhelmed and distraught.

Drektar didn't answer Durontan's question, he just sweated profusely and tried to heal, his heart full of hatred for the cunning of his enemies and his own powerlessness.

When an enemy spreads a disease into the tribal fleet, the sick will become weakened, as if cursed, and gradually lose their lives, and when their lives die, they will reincarnate as undead and attack the living.

This was already proven by several weakened wounded soldiers, who had been subdued and burned to ashes by Durontan's grief-stricken decision.

However, that doesn't mean the problem is over.

When Durotan discovered the situation of the plague, he immediately ordered the fleet to move at full speed, preparing to speed up to the Tribal New Town, relying on the healing power of the Tribal New City to solve the problem.

And as the general of the tribe, of course, he also thought about what to do if this epidemic spread?

Amazingly, it seems that Izzy has already prevented this situation, and he has ordered a professional isolation and treatment center to be built not far from the Blood Wave Pier.

Durotan trusts the Draenei's Light Physician to solve the problem, and the orc warriors' strong physique buys time for healing.

But just when he thought that everything would be fine, a tragic fate befell him quite unreasonably.

Gouyl and Gaiara are also sick, and the two of them are still babies, so naturally they don't have the same resistance as adult orcs, so their weak lives are in danger!

When Durotan learned the news, his eyes were dark, and he could barely stand still, while Drakar's face was as dead as ashes, and the despair and self-reproach in his eyes almost shattered the determined orc.

But Durotan immediately calmed down, comforted Draka, and began to think of ways to save his child.

He knew that he was a layman who didn't know anything about magic and medicine, so at this time, he should leave the problem to an expert who understood.

Durotan then approached Drektar and Delaney's physician, and they did live up to his expectations and temporarily relieved the condition of his two children.

However, temporary remission of the condition means that the problem has not been solved, so a new problem arises.

"Durotan, the child's condition has indeed been suppressed, but they need more robust treatment facilities to truly cure this disease with the power of the curse, and the time we can delay is probably only one day......"

Drektar and Dr. Draenei had come to this conclusion after their best efforts, and they had left behind a brutal reality that had left Durotan desperate.

It would take at least two days for the Horde fleet to return to New Tribal City at full speed, and by then it would be too late.

Durotan anxiously thought about countermeasures, but in anxiety, he gradually despaired.

There are no Draenei High Mages on the ship capable of teleporting, and relying on the Steel Ship to move at full speed is already the fastest way to return to the New Tribe City.

"I'm at my wit's wit. ”

After understanding this fact, Durotan looked at his two children and couldn't help but have an idea in his heart.

"Rather than let Gouyl and Gaiara die of illness, or even turn into the undead after death, it is better to free them early. ”

As soon as this thought appeared in Durotan's mind, he felt a heart-rending pain that made him almost unable to breathe.

And another reluctant voice immediately appeared in his head.

"No, I can't, I can't lose them, maybe even if they become undead, they can come to their senses and even regain their lives. ”

Different thoughts almost tore Durotan's mind apart, but luckily or unfortunately, another unexpected turn of events happened.

An anxious voice from a frostwolf warrior suddenly came from the lookout: "Chief, there is an enemy shadow ahead, it is a human fleet, and their ships have the emblem of the human kingdom Kul Tiras!"

In the next moment, Durontan's expression twisted and became vicious, and all the despair in his heart turned into a raging vengeful rage, and Durotan was immediately ready to order an engagement, crushing Kurtilas's fleet head-on.

But at this moment, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed Durontan's arm, and Durontan looked back almost in a low voice, and immediately saw Draka with a pleading look on his face.

"Durotan, save our children!"

The vengeful anger in Durontan's chest was instantly extinguished, and the blame that followed was spontaneous, but he couldn't say anything with his mouth open.

He wanted to rebuke Drakar loudly, telling her that it was her lack of advice that led to the tragedy, but Drakar's sad look was almost like a description of her heartache, which made Durotan feel heartbroken as well.

Then he tried to tell Drakka that there was no hope, but Durotan noticed in Draqa's sad eyes the fire of hope like a candle in the wind.

"She also heard Drektar's words, the one-day time gap, the child's hope of survival is almost equal to zero, but she is still unwilling to give up this almost equal to zero hope, so why should I give up?"

Duron asked himself, his face gradually returned to calm, he raised his hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of Drakar's eyes, his mouth opened and looked like he wanted to speak, but finally he just nodded to Draka, and then walked into the command room, shouting:

"As soon as the enemy enters the range of the artillery, fire will be opened immediately, and the fleet will move forward at full speed, led by the steel giants, and carry out a ramming breakthrough!"