"You've all sworn allegiance to the Queen, and now, the time has come. Put away your arrogance and pride, from this moment on, you are no longer fishermen and traders, you are warriors of Kurtiras, you are members of the Royal Navy, for Kul Tiras, for Azeroth, we will set sail from here to fight against the Scourge Legion! ”

Lordaeron is besieged, and thousands of miles away on the island, Kurtilas has exhausted its national strength and assembled a motley army of fishermen, traders, farmers, and blacksmiths to march towards the last place of hope, the continent of Lordaeron.

They carry the hope of the Alliance, the hope of all of Azeroth......

Stormwind's fleet is already waiting to be picked up off the coast of the wetlands. Together, they will launch a spectacular general assault on the Scourge Legion's Ghost Fleet.

When the green anchor flag was raised again, the people saw the hope of Kul Tiras, and they seemed to be bathed in the rising sun again. Proudmore fought side by side. Yes, the people miss those days. They are part of the Alliance, and even if they shoot the last shell, they will not retreat!

Cannons, heavy artillery, siege artillery, howitzers, rocket artillery...... All sorts of artillery and cannons were loaded onto ships, people carried their treasures and belongings on ships, and the kingdom was never so united, for they were on the verge of destruction. So, people united......

"Armtrand, well, baby, I've treasured you for twenty years, and now, it's time to take you out and put you on my ship."

An old captain took out his treasures from the basement in the backyard of his home and carried them all onto the ship. It was a generation of warships that had been decommissioned during the Orc War, and the old captain thought that he would never use it again in his life. And now, fate played a joke on him. The pale beard and hair seem to tell the story of a classic war that has passed away but remains in people's hearts.

"My dear, if I can't come back, you can find someone and marry...... I won't blame you......"

A young sailor pleases his lover. But the girl had already burst into her eyes and threw herself into his arms, crying profusely. Perhaps the most beautiful picture in the world is like this, without going through a long time, love is the most beautiful at this moment...... It will be eternal......

"Father...... Mom said you were going to go far away? A far, far away? ”

A few children who were only old enough to play with mud ran into the room of a middle-aged man, hugged their father's waist, and asked sadly.

The father rubbed his child's face, and said softly for the first time-

"Yes, far, far away, I don't even know when I'll be back, but no matter what, I won't forget you, my children......"

He stretched out his strong arms and took the two little boys and a little girl in his arms, feeling the last trace of warmth on their bodies. That may be the last time he touches his child, the last time he hugs and kisses his child......

"Now, set sail!"

Standing on the flagship of the Crow of Kurtiras, looking at the small "warship" full of eyes, Catherine gave the order with a lot of emotion.

……

Lordaeron Kings. Territory of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

"Great Lord, Great Lord! Kul Tiras has sent troops, and we have hope! ”

The news of Catherine's return to the fleet reached Lordaeron, and the whole country was boiling, and even a small hope was enough to keep the people awake all night, and for Ares and Gianna, it was excellent news. The significance of Kurtilas' dispatch is no longer due to the possibility that the Scourge Legion's navy will be wiped out, but more importantly, the combined forces of Stormwind and Ironforge will be able to land in the north. With these two armies, the Alliance has any hope of confronting the Scourge head-on. There is a so-called tactical strategy to speak of.

"Furstad, my old friend, I have a request."

Although Ares was very excited when he received the news, he did not show this emotion on his face, but still maintained the composure and calmness that a commander should have. Turning to the Hammer dwarven leader beside him, he said.

The latter quickly understood what he meant.

"You're asking my knights to support Kurtilas' fleet?"

Furstad asked straight to the point. They are also comrades-in-arms in life and death, and they almost always say anything directly. There is an essential difference between a soldier and a politician, a soldier is affectionate and straightforward, while a politician is always roundabout and ruthless. Although Furstad was also a king, he was first and foremost a knight, a warrior, and a true soldier.

"Hmm. Or do you know me. ”

Ares said half-jokingly.

"Don't worry, Ares, your business is mine."

The Hammerlord spoke, slamming his fist into his chest, and the heavy armor immediately let out a sonorous and powerful blow.

"If only I could harness the griffon......"

Gianna on the side spoke. Her long blond hair was draped over her shoulders, and her slender figure and proper attire were so elegant and noble, that she was the only person present who felt fresh and elegant, and she was so conspicuous among the many male commanders that she was a woman.

"No, Gianna, you stay in Lordaeron and wait for good news from us. You are Lordaeron, Ares' right-hand man. With your magic, the Scourge at least doesn't dare to break into the city so arrogantly. ”

Furstad turned his head and said.

Gianna could only sigh helplessly.

……

The Endless Sea. Catherine sat in the command bay of the Crow, and in front of her was a silver pocket watch with a picture of a young girl, who was her daughter, Gianna. Photo by Prodmoore. Catherine took it with her every time she went out of the house. This can remind her that there is not only power and money in the world, but also family affection, and she also has a daughter. Yes, daughter......

Suddenly, the ship shook violently. The bow of the Black Crow set off a monstrous wave.

The entire cabin shook and tilted, and the pocket watch slid down the sleek tabletop, caught by Catherine. She opened her pocket watch, and that familiar and kind face came to her face. It inspired her to keep fighting.

"Your Majesty, the enemy is coming......"

The personal guards rushed in to report.

Catherine, on the other hand, straightened her clothes, "The decisive battle is coming." She whispered.

On the surface of the sea, locust-like natural disaster ships appeared directly ahead, and in the waters where the Kurtilas fleet was located, a large amount of sea water began to roll, and the veteran sailors with long-term experience in sea operations knew that it was the signal for the appearance of the ghost fleet!