The mutilated dead slowly rose up, and the shadow of death feared as they propped up their bodies into the hearts of all people.

When the warrior came back to his senses and wanted to turn that fear into physical movements, the dead who had returned to the world showed their sharp fangs at them!

"Ah!!h

The eerie silence was shattered by the miserable wail of a human sailor, who pounced on him and bit the human sailor on the shoulder with his own bloody jaw.

"Ahh

The bloodied human sailor cried out miserably the name of his comrade-in-arms, hoping to bring his comrade-in-arms back to his senses, but the "thing" gave him a reply of sharp teeth and a piercing short sword that shone with cold light.

The white blade enters, the red blade comes out, the red blade enters again, and the wailing gradually ceases.

The "thing" stopped what it was doing and straightened up in a twisted and stiff stance.

It turned its head tremblingly, chewing its bloody mouth up and down a few times, and then showed a look of hatred on his face that was like the hatred of hundreds of people.

The bloody jaw opened again, and let out a hoarse roar that sounded like a living thing, and the human sailors trembled with fright, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground.

But at this moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared behind the terrible thing.

"Roar!"

Durotan roared, and the bite of the frostwolf turned into a cold light that swept through his hand, and the thing that had once been a human sailor, half of its head flew directly out of the steel giant ship and fell into the sea, and its remaining body fell to the ground, returning to its original appearance.

And that wasn't the end of it, the cold light swept through Durontan's hand and then changed to fall, landing on the neck of the human sailor who had just been wailing, but was now twitching.

The battlefield was quiet again, but it was because of surprise, surprise at Durotan's fearlessness, and Durotan immediately passed on this courage to the warriors of the tribe.

"Loyal and brave sons and daughters of the tribe, summon your courage, remember what we have been through, and tell me what is the real orc?!"

"Roar!" the high war cry continued, and the warriors of the tribe, under Durotan's impassioned shouting, overcame their fear and awakened the will to courage, and they roared at the human sailors and the resurrected undead.

"We've faced demons before, we've experienced the end of the world before, but we're still alive, so we're fearless!"

With this belief in mind, the orc warriors left no piece of armor for the invaders and fled.

Under the double blow of the resurrected undead and the orc warriors, the human sailors were defeated and either fell into the sea or fell back into their boats, driven by fear, and rowed desperately on their ships.

The resurrected undead sailors were dismantled one after another, leaving behind the deck of the steel giant, and although the orc warriors were also damaged, none of them were killed.

The armor and the prowess of battle had yielded a well-deserved result, and Durotan could not remember the first time he had thanked Izzy for his foresight.

At the same time, he was also greatly relieved, he was actually full of fear at the terrible scene of the resurrection of the dead just now, which almost made his hands tremble to the point that he could not grasp the handle of the axe, but the thought of fear had just given birth to a little sign in his heart, and it was extinguished by another greater fear - the fear of losing the person he loved most.

Durotan had only thought of such despair and fear befalling Drakka and his two children, and the trembling of his hands magically stopped, and his body movements seemed to transcend his thoughts, and he acted first.

When he came back to his senses, the steel fleet had successfully broken out of the encirclement of the human fleet and headed east, beyond the reach of human ships in several other directions.

"No!!Can't let them run! Catch up with them!"

Drake Prodmore shouted anxiously, knowing full well what kind of havoc Kurtiras would bring when the Horde's steel fleet returned to the Horde.

But at this moment, Miss Farina, who had first proposed to attack the Horde fleet, spoke confidently:

"Don't worry, Drake, those filthy orcs won't get far, I've left my hands behind. ”

Drake still had some worries in his heart, but for some reason, when he saw Miss Farina's beautiful face, those worries vanished, and all that was left was his obsession with Miss Farina.

"So, Miss Farina, what should we do next?"

"It's very simple, just keep up with this fleet of tribes, and I estimate that in just three days, they will stop on their own. ”

Derek nodded, and without asking why, ordered their fleet to hang far behind the Horde fleet, while Miss Falina grinned wickedly, scanning the Horde fleet and Kul Tiras's fleet as if she were looking at a pile of toys of her own.

At the same time, the Horde fleet on the other side began to clean up the battlefield, and Durotan was finally free to think about this premeditated siege encounter.

Durotan had already guessed the identity and motives of the other party, but he still lacked evidence, although Durotan felt that even if there was no evidence, he and Izzy would not give up on these humans, but because of his cautious nature, he still hoped to obtain some ironclad evidence, so that the tribe would not be used by some ill-intentioned forces.

With that in mind, Durotan stared at the corpses of the undead sailors who had been left off the deck, thinking that he had learned from Izzy about the evil spells of the resurrected living.

Izzy was so jealous of this blasphemous spell that according to him, it was called spiritism in human books, and it was an evil spell that even in the human nations.

But this kind of evil spell appeared in this battle without accident, which has to be said to be a huge suspicion.

Durotan keenly smelled the smell of conspiracy.

"Lord Durotan, those human fleets are still following us. ”

The orc observer at the lookout suddenly shouted like this, and Durotan was stunned for a moment, and immediately ordered the fleet to maintain its speed and shake off these human fleets.

"Huh! Chase us, eat ashes!"

Durotan thought contemptuously, the technology of the underwater propellers of the tribal ships convinced him that they would definitely be able to shake off those human fleets, but he was faintly uneasy in his heart.

The best chance for the enemy to defeat them is the first raid, and the enemy has already failed, which means that even if the enemy catches up, it will not be a match for the Iron Fleet.

It can even be said that if you have the heart, you can completely annihilate the enemy army through the mobility of the steel fleet and the range advantage of the steel artillery.

Is the other party too anxious to see this, or is it because of other reasons?

Durotan hesitated a little, the glory of annihilating the enemy was also very tempting for him, but he soon gave up this idea, because his wife and children were still on the ship, so Durotan did not want to take this risk.

"Prudently considered, we must return to the Tribal New Town as soon as possible, no matter what the other party has, as long as we return to the Tribal New Town, those backhands will be self-defeating. ”

Thinking so, Durotan ordered the fleet to move at full speed.