His "buttocks" were not wiped clean, causing his wife to almost disappear.

Recognizing this fact, Durotan was in the deepest of self-reflection, and he longed for a three-part final apology to Draka, but he knew that it was better to do something practical than to engage in the falsehood.

"Whew..."

Durotan exhaled slowly, stretched his fingers, and then grasped the handle of the axe of the frostwolf's bite, and supported the other orc warriors who were fighting, but he had just taken three steps before the battlefield suddenly changed.

Some crisp and piercing sound of shattering suddenly drowned out the incessant roar of artillery fire, which spread to every corner of the battlefield.

Hearing this, Durotan immediately turned his head to look at the source of the shattering sound with a happy face, and the scene that came into his sight was exactly what he expected.

The enemy ship that had gathered the mage forces was finally destroyed by the ferocious fire of the steel cannons, and the infinite heat emitted by the scorching summer sun quickly dispersed the icy air generated by magic.

Durotan knew very well what he should do at this time, and he shouted:

"The warriors of the tribe used blasting grenades to blast me through the ice shackles on the sea that prevented us from returning home!"

The warriors of the Horde quickly responded to Durotan's order, and dozens of round iron grenades flew from the perimeter of the steel giant ship and landed on the frozen sea.

After a breath, the explosion sounded, and the orc warriors stared at the smoke of the explosion, their eyes filled with anticipation, hoping that they would see the "shackles" that bound them home shattered, and when the smoke cleared, the answer would be revealed.

A warm sea breeze blew through, blowing away the smoke and cooling the hearts of all the tribal warriors.

The frozen sea surface has not changed much, the ice condensed by magic power cannot be shaken at all by just surface blasting, this freezing spell freezes the sea water with the steel giant ship as the center, and the steel giant ship seems to be embedded in a small floating iceberg.

The tribal warriors looked bitter, as if despair had been written on their faces, and Durotan was in disbelief, but he quickly recognized the reality.

Durotan knew that he was taking it for granted, and it was indeed unrealistic to be able to trap the magical ice of the steel giant, and to rely on the surface level of blasting and shattering.

He began to think about the right way to solve it, but the situation that had taken a turn for the worse did not give him much time to think.

"Chief, the enemy fleet has been spotted due west, it's the pursuers!" the frostwolf observer on the lookout shouted the worst of the bad news, and Durontan's face changed drastically, and beads of sweat the size of beans continued to ooze from his head.

With the current strength of the Horde fleet, it was a little reluctant to deal with the enemy they were facing, and if the pursuing fleet arrived, it would undoubtedly be the last straw that overwhelmed them.

"What to do? What to do? Come up with a solution! ”

Durontan felt that he was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage, so he came up with a crazy idea.

If you want to break through the ice under the steel giant ship in a short time, only the kinetic artillery shelling of steel cannons can do it, but what is the difference between such a close-range kinetic artillery bombardment and suicide?

Durotan hesitated, racking his brains to think about it, hoping to think of other ways, but after thinking about it, he found that that crazy idea was probably the only way for them to survive.

When the interruption continues, it will only be chaotic, Duron gritted his teeth, and gave an order.

"The bow gun adjusts the angle and aims at the frozen iceberg below! Shoot at close range, everyone finds cover and prepares for the impact!"

The orc warriors heard Durotan's order, and the color of horror instantly filled their faces, and they looked at their leader with the eyes of a madman.

Drakar, who had given himself a simple treatment, walked silently to the cabin, preparing to find a room with strong sound and impact insulation, so as not to hurt the dying Guyle and Gaiara from the impact of the explosion.

However, Draka was stopped, it was Drektar, the chief shaman of the Frostwolf Clan, who spoke a few words to Drakar, and began to cast a spell, and the familiar elemental light was born out of thin air from his hand, and then penetrated into the blackstone metal box behind Draka.

The surprise that had just been given to Durontan's mad order was nothing compared to the astonishment of the audience, and the orcs who saw the elemental magic again all had stunned expressions, and they didn't even know how to react.

However, Drektar's spell was quickly completed, and he nodded at Draka, and then gave Durotan a reassuring look.

Durotan immediately looked overjoyed, but suddenly regained his composure, realizing that their situation was still uncertain.

Durotan roared angrily: "Don't be stupid if you want to go home! Prepare to fire!!"

The orc warriors suddenly woke up and began to turn the turret, tilting the angle, the orc gunners collectively swallowed a ball of saliva, their hearts beating, and they felt that the artillery rope in their hands was simply the palm of death, and they had to take the initiative to hold it!

"Count down to three seconds! Cover everyone's ears! Open your mouth! Three! Two! One! Fire!!"

The cannon exploded, and everyone on the steel giant felt as if their hearts had stopped beating for a beat, and then they felt as if they were flying.

An all-pervasive sense of vibration permeated the whole body, whether it was the air or the floor, everything they could feel seemed to be shaking, and the vibration was the impact.

All the orc warriors felt their brains buzzing, as if someone had detonated a shock bomb into their heads, and their consciousness went blank, and they didn't even know if they were dead or alive.

I don't know if it was a moment or a lifetime, but the warriors finally regained consciousness.

"Vomit!" The orc warriors who regained consciousness immediately vomited collectively, food scraps mixed with blood and vomited, the orc warriors only felt that their whole body was blind, and the severe headache and dizziness made them feel that it was difficult to get up from the ground.

But at this moment, some kind of wonderfully comfortable cool raindrop suddenly fell on them, and inexplicably made them feel much better.

Durotan was the first to regain consciousness, he endured the pain and raised his hand to wipe his nose, and immediately wiped a nosebleed, but he was not surprised by this situation, and even felt a little happy in his heart.

I don't know if it's the blessing of the ancestors, or the protection of the blackstone hull, they should all be alive.

It has to be said that it is a miracle to be able to survive such an extremely close kinetic artillery bombardment.

Durotan looked around, and the first thing he saw was Drektar casting a spell, his body wrapped in a wonderful layer of flowing water armor, he looked in a wonderful state of shape, apparently unaffected by the concussion of the shelling, and the cool raindrops falling from the sky were also his masterpiece.

It was an elemental healing spell called Healing Rain, and Durotan couldn't remember how many years it had been since he had last seen Drektar cast it.

Seeing the elemental spells again made Durotan feel mixed with him, and he realized that Drektar was perhaps more important personally than everyone else, that he was the cornerstone of the tribe's return to shamanic traditions, and that he had to take him back anyway so that he could pass on the orc shamanic traditions.