Expectation, it was an irresistible emotion, and at this moment, the orc warriors in the tribal fleet were in such a mood.

They were silent, staring without a word at the fleet of Kul Tiras, who was coming towards them in the distance, and the murderous atmosphere seemed to cool the sea breeze a few degrees.

But what was different from the solemn atmosphere was their gaze, which exuded anticipation like that of a child before opening a gift box at Christmas.

The warriors of the Horde are looking forward to revenge!

The highest pursuit of an orc warrior is to die on the battlefield in glory, or inferior to others, or die in battle, no matter what, as long as they can win or win in an upright battle, they can be convinced.

But their enemies tried to break the backbone of the warriors with the plague! This is truly an unforgivable and despicable method, and the soldiers feel their shortness of breath and anger when they think of their comrades who were tortured to death by illness and even turned into the dead!

The distance to the enemy fleet grew closer, and the silence of the slaughter was broken by Durotan's roar.

"Fire!"

"Bang!"

The cannon exploded, and the golden shells instantly crossed the long distance and landed accurately in the formation of the enemy fleet.

The smashing waves and the shattered ships made the morale of the orc warriors increase again, and they couldn't help but cheer collectively, and this kind of cannon roar continued, and it took three minutes to finally change.

"Woo!!"

The distinctive sound of the cannonballs suddenly reached everyone's ears, and Durotan shouted almost at the same time:

"Look for cover!"

The tribal warriors quickly responded to his call, looking for shelter in the steel giant ship, curling up as best they could to reduce their chances of being hit by a cannonball.

Ball-shaped buckshot whistled over their heads, and the terrible sound of the wind gave the soldiers the illusion that the shells were passing by them.

However, the warriors did not blink an eyelid, because they knew that it was useless to be afraid, but in fact, their thoughts were meaningless at this time.

The cannonballs flying overhead were equal to no threat, but the cannonballs that hit the fleet presented a reassuring sight for them and painful for the enemy.

"Knock! knock!"

The warriors of the tribe felt the deck of their ship violently shake beneath their feet, as if the hammer was striking a bell, and they soon realized that the familiar roar of metal was the sound of the ship's solidly armored shells doped with the qualities of blackstone.

"The enemy failed to break through our armor. What a reassuring fact.

However, before the warriors of the tribe could savor the superiority of this technological crush, they suddenly noticed the change in the battlefield.

The cannonballs flying overhead gradually stopped, and the sound of some giant thing riding the wind and waves approached.

The warriors quickly understood what the voice meant, and once again they looked at them expectantly, but this time with a sinister smile.

Durotan immediately opened his mouth and shouted, "Prepare for close combat!"

"For the Horde!" the warriors responded to their leader's call in unison, and on either side of the steel giant, huge ships quickly sailed into the sight of the tribal warriors.

Dozens of iron hooks suddenly flew and hung on the deck fence of the steel giant, and on the main pole of the ship several meters high, the human sailors were like apes, grabbing ropes and swinging towards the deck of the steel giant.

And the warriors of the tribe took out the standard artillery weapon with a cruel smile on their faces, and gave their enemies a taste of what it means to fight head-on!

In the wrist-thick metal barrel, golden flowers burst into blooms, turning into fleeting golden meteors, accurately burrowing into the bodies of enemies, and blooming on their bodies with a bloody flower that is transparent from front to back.

Those ridiculous rope swingers have fallen into the water, staining the sea red, and the sharks in the sea smelling blood will perfectly dispose of these drowning alliance dogs.

Du Long looked at this scene with an expressionless face, he didn't feel anything in his heart, if he had to think anything, then he only had one sentence in mind.

"You brought it all upon yourself!"

In the past, he treated the alliance with the same attitude as Izzy, and did not want to cause disputes, but now it is different, these greedy humans have caused him irreparable damage, then he will treat his enemies with the attitude that a frostwolf orc should have!

Durotan's gaze was as cold as the Frost Fire Ridge in the cold winter, and he calmly commanded the tribal warriors to form a concentrated formation on the deck that integrated attack and defense.

On the periphery are heavy orc warriors armed with sharp axes, while on the inside are three groups of shooters who inflict an equal and brutal death on all enemies who dare to attack in an orderly cycle of shooting and reloading.

The steel ships at the forefront of the Tribal fleet are like a terrifying meat grinder, constantly cutting down on the enemy's strength.

Durotan watched the six routes, observing the condition of the other Tribal ships following behind the steel giant, and quickly judged that they had to fight quickly.

The enemy is still far outnumbered by them, and they may be able to fight, but they must not be entangled, after all, if the fleet that pursues them in the rear also catches up and participates in the battle, it will really not be good.

But he understood this, and his enemies clearly understood it, and Durotan could feel the speed of the Iron Greatship slowing down, and the enemy ships that had been attached to it hooked the Iron Giant with anchor hooks, clearly intending to slow them down in this way.

Durotan knew he had to solve the problem as soon as possible, and he pinched the handle of the frostwolf's bite of the tomahawk, feeling the effects of the debilitating disease.

It felt like 20% of his strength had been removed, and that was why he didn't choose to take people and these human sailors directly.

However, Durotan also sensed the desire of the warriors, who did not like the timidity of defensive warfare now, and he himself was the same.

So, since you have to do it now, it's better to satisfy everyone's desire and fight him happily!

Durotan thought so, grinning a grim face: "Prepare to erect a steel anchor bridge and launch an attack on the alliance ships!"

"Roar!!"

The orc warriors roared in unison, as if they had heard the best good news, and they moved quickly, and the defense was in an orderly manner to get out of the way, only to see a few warriors pushing several unique ballista carts and firing at the enemy ships on either side of the steel giant.

Several stout flying spears with wire ropes were driven deep into the wooden deck of the enemy ship, followed by pieces of assembled metal plates that slid along the chains of the two flying spears towards the enemy ship, forming a splicing bridge.

Durotan jumped onto the steel anchor bridge and led the warriors of the tribe to kill the terrified human sailors.

Three meters away, before the others arrived, the deadly half-moon ice blade had already come out of his hand, passing through the throats of the human sailors who wanted to break the chains of the flying spears.

With a struck in anger, Durontan's head rolled, and he kicked over the headless corpse at the end of the anchor bridge, and was the first to board the enemy ship.

The enemy's warriors also quickly took countermeasures, and saw five human soldiers forming a small shield formation with five large shields, and they rushed towards him and surrounded him.

A cold glint flashed in Durotan's eyes, and with a roar of rage, he attacked the human warrior closest to him on the right.

The human warrior immediately defended himself with a large shield, but Durotan seemed to ignore his defensive stance, and jumped up and slashed at it with an axe under the bite of the frost wolf.

"Roar!"

The furious orc battle cry exploded the moment the axe made contact with the shield, and the frostwolf bite in Durontan's hand, as if it had been cut into a papier-mâché shield, was deeply embedded in it, and it also slashed into the human warrior's chest, and that was not the end.

Durotan swung his arms and muscles, using the human warrior embedded in his tomahawk as a hammer, swept at the nearest human soldier and blasted at it.

The two collided and immediately collided head-on, and the warrior who was being bombarded was just about to get up when a gust of wind suddenly sounded in his ears.

Durotan approached three steps, kicked out, and heard the sound of a broken bone and neck, but in just a moment, he successfully eliminated the two enemies.

The remaining three human warriors finally arrived, and they held shields in one hand and swung their swords in the other, either stabbing or chopping, and slashed at Durotan, who moved his expression and picked up his axes again.

The corpse of the warrior embedded in his battle axe flew towards the three human warriors.

The sword pierces the flesh, the flesh touches the shield, and under the force, a miracle is sudden.

The three attacking human warriors immediately entered a state of stiffness, and it was such a fleeting fighter plane that decided their fate.

Durotan spun around quickly, his feet were like thunder, and a roundabout kick slammed into the corpse of the warrior he threw out, and the stiff human soldiers, who could no longer stand on their feet, fell to the ground one after another, and Durotan rushed forward, grabbed the ankle of one of them, and pulled the man out from under the corpse of the human soldier with a strong thrust.

Immediately after hearing a roar of rage, Durotan picked up the "weapon" in his hand and smashed it at the bodies of the other two human warriors.

It was like a human-shaped chain hammer, and when it landed, it smashed out a bloody scene, and the last two soldiers at the end spurted blood, and the blood sprayed half a meter high, and they lost their resistance in an instant, and then they were swept by a cold light across their necks and died.

In just ten breaths, Durotan opened the breach, and his warriors boarded the enemy ship, and once they had quickly taken control of the ship, Durotan nodded at one of the Draenei mages and led the warriors back to the steel ship.

The enemy ship quickly broke away from the steel giant ship, squeezed outward, and crashed into the other human ships, and just as the ship was relatively far away from the steel giant ship, Durotan raised his hand and fired a signal flare into the sky.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion suddenly occurred on that ship, Durotan watched as the Draenei mage on the steel giant ship returned safely with teleportation spells, and the men and horses of the enemy ships he sent to the other side of the steel giant ship also successfully completed their mission and returned to the giant ship, so he commanded loudly:

"Fifteen degrees to the left rudder!Break through the blasting gap at full speed, and all the fighters stand guard on the edge of the giant ship to prevent the enemy from throwing the anchor hook again!"

Durotan's order received the quickest and most powerful response, and the Horde fleet, led by the Iron Giant, took advantage of the gap created by the blast to burst a large distance.

They had penetrated to the tail of the Kurtilas fleet, and if they had to last past the last enemy ship, they would be able to break through.

Everyone understood this, and Durotan soon saw the consciousness of his enemies.

Seeing that the last two enemy ships suddenly changed direction, horizontally in front of the steel giant, Durontan's face changed greatly, the clouds and sunny changed, and his thoughts were running rapidly, hoping to find a countermeasure at this moment.

However, Durotan soon discovered that in fact, they had no choice at all, and if they stopped, they would be entangled, and only by moving forward could they fight for that glimmer of life!

With a decision in his heart, Durotan roared angrily, "Don't stop!

The steel giant ship whistled in response to Durotan's order, and rushed towards the wooden ship that was intercepting the cross-path.

Durotan was just about to remind the soldiers to grasp everything they could, but found that they didn't need him to remind them at all, and they were already ready to deal with the impact, but he himself was still empty-handed, and his feet trembled, he immediately grabbed the mast and turned his head to look directly in front of the steel giant.

The enemy ships were already close at hand, and Durotan suddenly felt a tremendous force of inertia spread through his body, as if it were about to throw him thirty meters in front of him.

The two ships collided, the metal and the hardwood creaked as if they were wailing, and the tribal warriors on the steel giant ship closed their eyes in unison, not daring to glance at what was happening, except for Durotan alone, who had not had time to close his eyes, to witness the spectacle.

The black iron bow of the steel giant ship, like the tip of a mace, slashed into the hull of the enemy ship, the thick wooden hull like a grinding disc, twisted and shattered in an instant, as fragile as broken dry wood, and after a short period of stagnation, the steel giant broke through the barrier, slammed the barricade ship in two, and sank to the bottom of the sea.

The trembling deck gradually calmed down, and the warriors of the tribe opened their eyes one after another, and in their sight, the sea was boundless, and the river was flat!

"Oh!!" the warriors of the tribe immediately cheered in unison, knowing that they had successfully broken through the siege, and that meant that there was nothing to prevent them from returning to their home.

Durotan watched this scene and felt that his bad mood was slightly better, but just as he was feeling sorry for his two children, he suddenly noticed something abnormal.

"Whew!"

Durotan exhaled a white breath, and he sensed the change in the temperature around him, which was a change that made him feel comfortable as a frostwolf orc, he was used to this cold environment.

However, this comfortable feeling did not make him feel comfortable, but made Durotan's face change drastically.

He slammed to the deck fence and looked down at the steel ship's waterline, where the sea began to freeze and the Horde fleet began to slow down.

And at this time, the warriors of the tribe apparently noticed this discovery of him, and their cheers were cut off, leaving only the deepest despair,

Durotan did the same, but another thought suddenly rushed into his mind.

"It doesn't seem like a bad idea to be buried in the sea, at least I don't have to watch my children leave me. ”

Thinking so, Durotan glanced around the surrounding tribal warriors, and he silently walked up to the high platform, suddenly raised his battle axe, and shouted loudly:

"Loyal and brave sons and daughters of the tribe, the last glory is calling out to us, let's fight to the end for the tribe!!"