All lives are fragile and precious, but some lives will pass away for unreasonable reasons or reasons.

The silence of the night was broken by the orange-red flashes and the earth-shattering sound of cannons, and the fierce battle continued on the calm sea.

Durotan wielded the bite of the frostwolf, slashing at the humans who dared to put their dirty feet on the Tribal ships.

"Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten......"

He began to habitually count his victories, but as he counted, he began to think about the battle.

"Why are these humans attacking us? Who are they? Are they the people of that force?"

With that in mind, Durotan began to take a closer look at the human sailors who had died in battle.

They were not like pirates, and they did not carry any characteristic insignia, but the calluses worn out by the sail ropes on their hands, and the sunscreen oil deliberately applied to their skin, were obviously seasoned sailors, and with such a considerable number of troops, they must be a national naval force.

Durotan peeled back the cocoon and felt that he was gradually getting closer to the truth.

"There are not many kingdoms in the Seven Kingdoms of the Human Race that have such naval forces, and the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, which Izzy once said, is the most suspicious at this time, but what motive do they have to attack us?"

When Durotan thought of this, he suddenly heard a long "Woo!" sound, and his thoughts were immediately interrupted, and he shouted: "Look for cover! Beware of the shells!"

The Horde fleet has been advancing eastward, and although the enemy fleet in the east has been shattered by steel artillery, several ships have survived, so the two armies have come closer, and the Horde fleet has naturally come within the cannon range of the human ships.

“Duang！！”

As soon as Durotan shouted his whole body, he suddenly heard a metallic sound, almost like the sound of a hammer striking a brass bell.

Hearing this, Durontan grinned, and couldn't help but think of what Izzy had once said to him.

"The warships of this world are nothing compared to our steel giants, and we can tear their wooden ships to shreds, but their backward cannons may not be able to break through our armor plates. ”

"Izzy was right. Durotan smiled proudly, but a flash of light suddenly flashed in his heart.

"That's right! This is the most likely motive! Whether it's steel artillery or steel ships, they are all weapons of war that the enemy covets!"

Durotan suddenly realized, but at this moment, those human sailors who did not want to die on board the ship took advantage of the orc warriors to avoid the artillery fire and poured onto the steel giant.

"Attack the conning tower, and the cabin!"

A human warrior, dressed slightly flamboyantly and not like a normal sailor, suddenly shouted a lingua franca with a bit of a dialect feeling.

Durotan caught this sentence, and although he was not sure if he had heard it correctly, it still did not prevent him from being angry in his heart, and evil was born in his guts!

"Roar!!"

A furious battle cry came out of Durontan's mouth, and with a terrifying war cry, the blade of the Frostwolf's bite turned red almost instantly.

Several human sailors who rushed to the cabin froze for a second, and then suddenly began to spit blood from their mouths, looking at their abdomen in disbelief.

I saw a thin line of blood slowly emerging from their waist and abdomen, and then the blood line was like a dam that discharged the flood, squeezing out all the blood in their bodies, rising to the sky, spurting blood like a spring.

There was a small rain of blood in the middle of the sky, but before the blood could land, it condensed into bright red snow and hail in the cold and freezing frost.

In front of the door of the cabin, Durotan carried the bite of the frost wolf, and was in the bright red snow, like a ruthless killing god, so that those human sailors were afraid to move forward, and did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

Durotan ignored that, and slowly approached them.

He had never been so angry in his life except for the bloody battle he fought to protect his mother when he was young, but it was the lesson of that battle that kept Durotan from being overwhelmed by anger at this time.

The old wolf's fur was draped over his body, and the old wolf's courage and loyalty were still in his heart, which also made him clear about what he had to do.

"Protect my family and carve fear into the hearts of my enemies!"

The human sailors were frightened, and Durontan's slow steps gradually turned into a gallop, and with this fear, he charged at the human sailors.

The human sailors instinctively raised their weapons and put them on guard, but suddenly they saw the orcs in front of them swinging their axes in the air, and before they could wonder, they saw a half-moon-shaped ice blade flying towards them.

Frightened expressions quickly appeared on their faces, and the fear of unknown power spurred their hearts, but the Ice Blade came to them in an instant, and there was no room for them to make any moves.

It was a cold cut like a ray of heaven, and the weapons of the human sailors were broken in two, the incision was as smooth as a mirror, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on their faces, just like those of their fellow clans who had died in battle before.

Durotan rushed past them, leaving behind a blood-spurting body split in two, and the human sailors instinctively took a step back in fear.

Durotan immediately added a fire and let out an angry battle cry as hard as he could, and several human sailors who had struggled to board the giant ship were immediately overwhelmed by fear and turned and jumped into the sea.

Durotan kept on his feet, but his heart was cheering: "Yes, that's it, get out of my boat! Get out of my sight! Get away from my family!"

The human sailors, huddled together in the back of Durotan's proximity, were as powerless as sheep being driven, and how dare they strike again if they were driven off the great ship when the army was in despair?

Duron is open to the truth, and his strategy of relying on fear to retreat from the enemy is about to be achieved.

But at that moment, a palm suddenly grabbed his ankle.

Durotan was startled, and when he looked down, he saw a half-torsored human sailor, grabbing him by the ankle and letting out a creepy scream.

Durotan, who wanted to rely on fear to retreat from the enemy, was disturbed by the sudden appearance of fear, and he exclaimed, and instinctively swung his axe, embedding the blade of the frostwolf's bite into the head of the half-sailor.

The battle on the giant ship still did not stop, but the two warring sides slowly stopped what they were doing.

The soldiers who died in the battle all moved, and they slowly got up and looked indifferently at both sides of the battle.

When precious lives pass away, but the dead do not want to rest in peace, then death comes as scheduled.

At this moment, whether it was orcs or humans, they all felt that primal true fear.

From the fear of death!