Lexa got her wish to meet Gianna, the legendary female mage. She gave him the feeling that she was very beautiful, and there was a feeling that it was not her age, and said politely:

"Lady Prodmore, I'm Lexa, a friend of Tribal Leader Thrall, and it's an honor to meet you."

Gianna was surprised to see the wild orc's polite demeanor and said, "Hello, Lexa. What are you looking for from me? ＂

Lexa said politely, "This is a letter from the leader of our tribe, Thrall, to you," and he handed the letter to Gianna and told him why he was here.

Gianna was surprised to see Sal's letter, what was the matter? Filled with curiosity, she read the letter, but when she read it, her face was full of surprise, and she said: "I don't know about the actions of the fleet, I don't know anything about it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ＂

However, Lexa gave her strong evidence, that is, the scars on her body were caused by the ice section steel long sword. But Gianna still didn't believe it, saying, "If it were just these evidences, I wouldn't believe it. I want enough evidence."

Lexa also forgave Gianna's behavior, and said, "If you have time, maybe I can take you to Durontael to have a look. Where are you humans attacking?"

"Okay."

So Gianna followed Lexa to Durontan. As a result, the Marines were seen fighting the Naga.

Regardless of the thirty-seven-twenty-one, Gianna saved the GIs first. With the addition of high-level magicians, the Marines have greatly increased their momentum. Soon the Naga jumped into the water and fled.

This was originally the habitat of the Naga people, but they didn't expect that humans would destroy such a balance after they came here, so a war broke out between the two.

"Look, Miss Prodmore, you humans have brought disaster." Lexa poured out the truth.

That is, because Gianna is thin-skinned and not a qualified politician, her face turned red and asked, "What the hell is going on?" ＂

The surviving soldier told her, "It's the general's meaning. The admiral will be happy to see you. “

Gianna secretly wondered: Could it be her father's ghost? Is it any wonder?

So the soldier took Gianna and Lexa to Ratchet City to meet his father, Admiral Dalin Prodmore.

The man who was as strong as a bear, dressed in black-and-gray armor, and had a thick black beard, was Jean. Greysides, the ruler of the southern kingdom of Gilneis, Khadgar had heard that he was actually more clever than he appeared to be suggesting. The tall, lanky man in a green navy uniform showing his weather-beaten skin was clearly Admiral Dalin. Prodmoore. He rules the kingdom of Kul Tiras, and he is also the commander of the most powerful navy in the world, leading even Terenus to treat him as if he were on an equal footing with himself.

Admiral Proudmore was glad to see his daughter, who had not seen her for a long time, and said, "Little baby, do you miss Daddy?" ＂

Gianna rolled her eyes, this old guy, and said bluntly: "Why imitate my notes. Can't you make peace with the orcs? "Gianna is the flower in the greenhouse, although she has participated in the war, but not with the orcs, she has a feeling of the Virgin Mary with her compassion.

Admiral Dalin, who wanted to say goodbye to her father and daughter, saw behind Gianna that his most hated orc, Dalin's son, Gianna's brother, and the entire Third Fleet of the Kul Tiras Navy had been killed by the bloodthirsty orcs.

Admiral Proudmore's face changed suddenly, as red as the sunset in a Danbay painting, and his face was full of anger. Said hideously: "You still have the face to ask me why?" Don't forget who you are. Jaina?! Have you forgotten how your brother died? He was killed by this group of orcs, have you forgotten that the Eastern Kingdom country is gone? Have you forgotten? Admiral Prodmore did not heed Gianna's advice and insisted on the war against the orcs, and an enraged Dahlin ordered his men to attack Lexa.

"Where's the person? Take him down!! ＂

Gianna is still relatively simple, she asked Lexa to accompany her. If we come together, we will go back together. So call her stupid.

Gianna casts the Frost Nova and freezes the guards in place. Lexa managed to escape with Gianna's help.

Gianna is the fate of the cheating father, and playing this hand can make Daylin Prodmoor's seven holes smoke. There is no such daughter. almost broke off the father-daughter relationship.

"Where's the person? Bring the princess back to Theramore Fortress and put her in the Mage's Tower. Show me strictly, don't let her come out." Dalein Proudmore felt so ashamed that he knew what was right and wrong in the face of national righteousness.

Gianna was very shocked, she didn't expect her father to be so ruthless and let people imprison her. This......

No matter how much she tried to persuade her father to stop his hostility towards the orcs, Admiral Dalin was unwilling to believe that the orcs were no longer the bloodthirsty tribe they once were, and she had no reason to persuade the orcs to stop their counterattack.

Lexa reported to Thrall that at the moment Storm Spirits had brought back the Minotaur sincerity. Saarland urgently prepared troops and recruited his own naval fleet. It was only after the mighty set off towards Ratchet City. In the orc dictionary, offense is the best defense. On the waters of the Endless Sea, the navy of Kurtilas awaits the orc fleet early.

"Are you all ready? ”

"Yes, sir."

DAI Lin. Prodmore nodded, not taking his eyes off the direction of starboard. "Very well, listen to my orders. As soon as they enter the predetermined position, they attack. ”

"Yes." The quartermaster saluted and ran to the helm, ringing the large brass bell that hung aside, with two hurried sounds.

Prodmore immediately heard the sound of sailors rushing to their assigned posts from the flagship. He laughed. His crew knew that Proudmoore liked that his orders were carried out indeed. Everyone here is hand-picked by him, and his team is so good that it doesn't need any loud shouts, and his crew will know what to do.

Prodmore turned his attention back to the front of the ship, staring at the sea and sky in the distance. He held up the small bronze telescope in his hand again, looking through it for the small black shadow he had just discovered. Looking at it now, the black shadow had grown a lot bigger, and he could see that the number was getting more and more, not just a sharp black shadow like before. He was sure that the sentry on the lookout would be able to see better. It is estimated that after about ten minutes, the shadows will clearly take the shape of a ship.

Orc ships.

The fleet of the Horde, to be exact.

Proudmore slammed his fist into the hardwood railing, the only way to vent his excitement. Finally! From the beginning of this war, he thought about such an opportunity day and night. When he saw the Horde's fleet, Prodmore almost jumped up in excitement, but it was very difficult to control his excitement.

The Sentinel also reported to him that the orc fleet was heading this way.

Now he doesn't need a telescope to see the ships directly. Despite the lack of sails, the ships moved fast - he had seen the orc ships up close, and he was impressed by the oars on the sides, and to achieve the speed they needed had to be rowed in unison by the able-bodied orcs. Of course, such a speed reduces the maneuverability of the boat. His own ship could easily surround the orc ship in the middle. He didn't mean to show off. Naval warfare was an extremely dangerous job, and Prodmore intended to sink the Horde's ship as quickly as possible.

And now, he is waiting behind an island. The entire fleet was also parked behind, and the cannons were ready, waiting for the orcs to row the ship into their range.

They're coming.

"Fire!" As the tenth orc ship passed through their position, Prodmore shouted the order. Before that, they put down the sails and rested quietly between the two islands, and the tribe did not notice them at all. The target was taken by surprise by the first round of artillery salvos, suffered heavy damage, and the ship split in half from the middle and quickly sank.

"Raise the sails and go full speed."

This was the second order he had given. When the sails are raised, the boat moves forward with the help of the wind. He knew that the gunners were reloading their ammunition, but the other sailors had prepared crossbows and some kegs with gunpowder.

"The target is the ship next to it. ＂

Proudmore gave instructions, and the crew nodded. The keg was tossed onto the ship, and after igniting the oil-soaked rags wrapped in the arrows, the crossbow fired a volley at the Horde's ship. A powder keg was detonated, and the flames spread rapidly across the deck, and the rest of the kegs were detonated, and the ship was soon on fire, and the thick planks were burned clean in a short time, and then Prodmore's ship passed through the orc fleet, turned its bow and attacked again from a distance.

Everything was as Prodmore expected. None of these orcs were qualified seamen, and they lacked knowledge of navigation, or of naval warfare. They would be formidable warriors in white-knuckle combat, and it would be dangerous for them to get close to them and board their own side of the ship. However, he had instructed his captains to keep their distance from orc ships. A part of his ships followed through the Horde's fleet and threatened them from afar.

At the same time, the second squad continued to dock at the island, from where it launched an attack. The third fleet moved at full speed, blocking the orc ships that had just passed. The last fleet sailed south to complete the whole plan. Soon, the tribe will be completely surrounded in the middle, under attack from all sides. They had already lost three ships, and Prodmore was unscathed here. He laughed rarely. Soon, there will be no tribes left in this area.

At this moment, the sentry suddenly shouted "Admiral!" from above. Something is coming towards us - from the sky! ”

Prodmore looked up at the sailor, his face pale and trembling and pointing north. He pointed his telescope in that direction and quickly spotted what caused the sentry to scream. A dark shadow was moving through the clouds in their direction. It was too far away to make out what he could see, but he could tell that there were a lot of them and they were moving quickly. He didn't know what the Horde could fly, but a hunch was warning Proudmore that the battle was far from over.

Dai Lin stood beside the helmsman and looked up.

"What's that?" He asked the sentry, but the man suddenly slumped down on the lookout, trembling and unable to reply. Fearing that the man was ailmented, Dai Lin hurriedly grabbed the nearest rope and climbed up to the central mast, then grabbed the sling placed there and climbed to the lookout.

"Jim?" He asked, staring at the sailor who was huddled here. "Are you okay?"

Jim looked up at him, his eyes full of fear, just shaking his head, but his body was hugging tighter.

"What's going on?" Dai Lin climbed the lookout from the edge and crouched beside the sailor. He had known Jim for several years and trusted him. But now, at this distance, he could see that Jim was not sick, but only frightened, speechless in fear. The thought of something that could scare a brave sailor, a veteran of many battles, like this, sent a chill down Jim's spine

"Kid, do you see anything?" He asked softly, Jim nodded, his eyes tightly closed, as if doing so would erase the thing from memory.

"Where?" At first the sentry shook his head desperately, but eventually he pointed to the north with a trembling hand.

"You have a good rest." Dai Lin said softly, and then he stood up, and turned to see what had frightened his fellow sailor like this—he felt the sky fall when he saw the sight in front of him.

There, swooping down through the clouds, was a dragon, its scales glowing blood-red in the morning light. He was followed by a second, a third, and more, and now at least a dozen of these behemoths flew in the air, their strong wings flapping, carrying them closer to their targets.

This fleet.

Dai Lin could barely make out the look of pain in the giant golden eyes of the dragon in the lead, or the green-skinned creature riding on him. But he's busy thinking about what kind of shock these guys will have when they join this fight. They're bigger than any ship except battleships, they're faster and more agile, they're still air forces! Those huge claws can easily tear open the hull of a ship, or bite off the mast like a twig. He had to warn the other fleets - he had to warn everyone! (To be continued.) )