The elite forces of the mighty Kul Tiras Navy have been wiped out, and Izzy feels relieved and sad at the same time.

The Navy's elite soldiers were not only the warriors of Kul Tiras, but also the warriors of Azeroth, who were supposed to be fighting against the true evil, but now they were able to wither away in an unjust war.

Izzy suddenly remembered that in the past, when he played the Warcraft game battle, Admiral Dalin also led an elite army.

It is also jokingly called the Eighteen Bronze Men on the Internet, or the Kul Tiras Idol Troupe, and I don't know if it is the army that was annihilated in this battle.

Izzy remembered those memories, and the Horde hero Lexar he controlled in the game's campaign, a powerful orc warrior who became the chief of the Moknassar half-orc clan and one of the Horde's highest-ranking generals.

He was tasked with restraining and subduing the ogres of Draenor, and Lexa did a great job.

Now the Stonehammer Ogre under Lexa's control is already the most powerful clan among the Ogre, and those well-trained Ogre warriors will also become a secret weapon of the Horde, which will come in handy in future battles.

To be honest, Izzy didn't expect those ogres to be stupid and stupid, and Lexa almost trained those stone-hammered ogres into war machines that would only obey orders.

Even better, Lexa was clever enough to make the stupid but absolutely obedient ogres obey the orders of the great chieftain of the tribe first, and then himself.

But then again, those things had nothing to do with the current war, and Izzy stared at the distant city of Belarles, wondering how the war would continue.

The main docks and ships of the Kingdom of Kurtiras have basically been destroyed, which means that the main goal of preventing Kurtilas from threatening the Horde's supply lines has basically been achieved.

The other goal of this battle, to bring justice to Durotan and Draka, has not yet been achieved.

But Izzy was sure that he had to do it, or it would not be enough to inspire the army, and the warriors of the tribe knew what the enemy had done, and they were eager to get justice and pay the debt with blood!

Izzy was very pleased with this, which fully illustrated the unity of the orc race.

"If you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us!" Perhaps only this kind of unity can make the tribe survive in the world.

But then again, how do you force Daylin Proudmore to hand over his stupid son?

Judging from the ruthless plans in the previous battles, Daylin Proudmore is a leader who does not hesitate to sacrifice his men and even the royal city for the sake of his own flesh and blood, and if he directly hands over Drake, this battle may not have to begin.

Thinking of this, Izzy suddenly felt a pang of irritation in his heart, as he asked himself, and realized that he might be such a person, and if he was in Dalin's situation, Izzy didn't know what choice he would make.

But Izzy thought about it, and was still a little lucky, at least he didn't have a stupid son like Dai Lin, and if he and Leah had a child in the future, he must also be taught to be smarter, and not to be fooled casually.

Izzy reminded himself as he began to ponder how to achieve his goal at the lowest cost, but after thinking about it, he found that the only way to bring the other party to his knees was by force.

"Okay!

Izzy watched as his warriors had cleaned up the battlefield in an orderly manner and treated the wounded and sent them to the cabin of the giant ship, while the warriors had now regained their strength and silently awaited their new orders.

"Orgrim, how many shells do we have left?"

"It's about fifty percent. ”

"So fast!" Exclaimed Izzy, but Orgrim laughed and whispered:

"It's cool to shoot for a while, it's cool to fire all the time, it's cool all the time!"

Izzy immediately glared at Orgrim, thinking to himself that this thing was not good enough to learn some strange words from himself.

"Forget it, you can also go to the whispering dock for replenishment when you run out, leave a percent of shells in case of emergency, and the other shells will continue to be used for artillery fire to destroy the enemy's fortifications, and all troops are ready for landing operations!"

As he spoke, Izzy looked at his warrior and shouted:

"Come, loyal and brave sons and daughters of the tribe! Blood and glory await us! Let's fight to the end for victory and glory!"

The warriors of the tribe were suddenly excited, and shouted loudly:

"Lok'TarOgar!For the Tribe!For Glory!!"

The roar of artillery fire rang out again, and Izzy sent a message to Clyostraz, asking the Red Dragons to withdraw and rest first.

The Red Dragons had done well enough, and while their Dragon's Breath Flame hadn't killed a single enemy, the people of Kul Tiras were already desperate just by watching the dragons spitting flames, and those soldiers and civilians didn't know the truth, at least not now.

Of course, the main reason is that Izzy doesn't want Dragon's Breath to affect the next landing operation.

Clyostraz returns to the steel giant with his fellow red dragons, a giant adult red dragon that transforms into a human form in the air just before landing.

Izzy nodded from him and shouted, "The landing operation begins!"

Izzy said and looked at Orgrim again.

"Are you going to stay here, or are you going to go ashore to kill the enemy?" I told you in advance, one of us must have one of us stay on the ship in case something happens. ”

Orgrim listened and pondered, the landing operation would undoubtedly win more glory, but since Izzy said so, he must have hoped that he would stay. (Orgrim thinks so.) ）

"Wait, what's that?" Ogrim suddenly looked at the city of Belarres with a surprised expression, and before Izzy could turn around, Ogrim said, "It seems that we don't have to wonder who will stay on the ship." ”

Izzy looked back, and for a moment he didn't see anything unusual, but when he saw the head of the city of Bullalls, he suddenly saw a conspicuous white dot dangling there.

"Won't it?"

Izzy had a little guess in his heart, but he didn't dare to believe it, he hurriedly used his vision technique to zoom in on the picture on the city, and he was immediately convinced of his guess.

Above the city, a young blond man was waving a small white flag, and the identity of this young man was Drake Proudmoore, the eldest son of Daillin Prodmoore.

"It seems that the person concerned has been crushed by his own sin. ”

As soon as Izzy thought of this, there was a sudden change above the city, Drake was suddenly punched in the face, and the person who attacked him, needless to say, was naturally his father, Admiral Dalin.

Izzy's heart suddenly burst, and he immediately made a decision, and hurriedly used the amplification spell and shouted loudly:

"The tribe accepts your surrender, Drake Prodmore, if you still have a little backbone and conscience, stand up and bear your sins, and do things for everyone!"