Dai Lin's son, Drake, died at the hands of the orcs. He vividly remembered www.biquge.info day when the orc dragoons destroyed his Third Fleet. The entire Third Fleet, six ships, was destroyed by the dragon in this way, and everyone on board died.

For this reason, Dai Lin has always wanted revenge, and today is the opportunity. He saw the dragoons maneuver their mounts to turn in a different direction and charge towards his First Fleet.

"Damn it, those damn things!"

Admiral Prodmoor gripped the railing tightly with both hands, and he felt that if he held it like this, he would either break his fingers or the wood on the railing would be dug up. He witnessed the final scene of the Third Fleet's battleship sinking into the water.

But now he must save his grief for later, if he can live that long. He threw all thoughts about his eldest son behind him, and Prodmore was engrossed in thinking about tactics to deal with. Now there is a gap in the north again. The dragon from the sky attacked his fleet, opening a way for the orc ships below to survive, and they could move on. If this continues, those orcs will be able to replicate the Battle of Nanhai and then join up with the rest of the orc forces. The battle would end in his defeat.

He would never accept such an outcome.

"Turn the ship around!" He commanded, gesturing to his helmsman. "I need half of our ships to get north and block their way again! The rest remained where they were and continued their attack. ”

The sailor nodded. "But—but the dragons." He spoke. Although his hand had already turned the big rudder in front of him, changing the direction of the ship.

"Don't worry, they're no different from any other enemy. We're going to knock them down. Prodmore replied sternly, "All we're doing now is holding them back!" Signal to the air!! ”

His men nodded, rushing to carry out the order. A signal goblin flare-up shot into the air. Brilliant and colorful. The orcs were overwhelmed, but the sails of the ship that saw the humans at sea were retracted were raised again. Knowing that humanity is going on the attack.

The human cannon has been reloaded, with some rocks and other stuff underneath to raise the angle of fire. Crossbows and powder kegs were also ready. When the first dragon noticed them flying over, Proudmore drew his sword and raised it high in the air, then swung it down with force.

"Attack!"

All the cannons were dodged by the dragon and then fell into the water. The barrel was knocked aside by the dragon with its wings, and then completely ignored the rockets fired at it. Let these things hit their scales.

Those orc dragon knights felt amused, and it seemed that this time it was as easy as the last time they destroyed his Third Fleet.

When I saw that the orcs did not flinch, on the contrary, they attacked further. The Admiral knew that these orc dragon knights were doomed.

Soon a flock of things flew from the west. These were noticeably smaller than dragons, perhaps the size of two people, with a pair of feathered wings, a long tail, and a proud pointed beak. The guys riding on the backs of these creatures look very short, and they wear strange armor covered in feathers. He was covered in tattoos and held a huge war hammer in his hand.

"Brute Hammer Dwarves, attack!" Standing on the saddle, Kudran Brute Hammer threw out the Storm Hammer in his hand, and slammed into the **** of the nearest dragoon.

The orc, who had been attacked suddenly, fell from his saddle before he could react, his ribs shattered, his weapon and reins detached from his lifeless hands, and he fell into the sea with his corpse.

His dragon roared in shock and rage, the roar drowning out even the fading thunder, but as Scarreli's claws gripped its belly. The sound turned into a scream of pain, claws neatly cutting through the scales, black blood spurting out. Imhar was beside him, his griffin tearing a chunk of flesh from the dragon's left wing with its pointed beak and sharp claws. Then, Flanders flew in from a distance, threw his hammer, and struck the dragon's head with a loud bang. Its eyes became glazed, then it fell, smashing into the water and causing a huge wave that never surfaced again.

Kudran flew over the largest ship.

"We're here to help you!" He shouted to the tall, lanky old man standing on the bridge. The man nodded. Say hello with the sword in your hand.

"We'll deal with the animals." Kudran assured him. "You get those boats."

Admiral Prodmore nodded again and laughed in his favorite way.

"Of course, we're going to get rid of them without a doubt." He said to the dwarf. Then he turned and walked back to the helmsman. "Keep going." He gave the order. "We divide them as originally planned, and then tighten the encirclement. I don't want to see any orc ships escape from here! ”

The Hammer Dwarves frantically attacked the dragon. Killed some of them and drove the remaining dragons into the distance. The remaining ships of Prodmore also surrounded the orc fleet, and the cannons and gunpowder gave them a huge advantage. But even so, he lost another ship, the Alliance ship got too close to a sinking Horde ship, and the orcs swarmed up, killing most of the crew. The dying captain threw a powder keg into the cabin and blew up his own ship. They have already lost a lot of ships. However, the losses of the orc fleet were much more than that. Only a handful escaped, and all the remaining ships were sunk in the face of Prodmore's wrath. For the few orcs who were still swimming desperately in the water, clinging to floating masts or planks to avoid sinking into the water. The remaining orcs were either drowned or burned to death. There were corpses floating everywhere.

When the last of the orc fleet disappeared from view, the remaining dragoons found it useless to stay any longer, and they maneuvered their mounts eastward towards Orgrimmar, and the Hammer Dwarves chased after them with a loud cry. Prodmore counted the remaining fleet, feeling unusually tired. They won, but at a terrible price.

"Your Excellency." A sailor shouted. He reached out of the side of the boat and pointed at something in the water.

"What's there?" Prodmore yelled and walked over to the man. When he saw what the sailor was pointing at, his anger turned to hope - a guy was floating on the surface of the water clutching a broken plank.

It was a human being.

"Throw a rope to him." Proudmore ordered. The sailors quickly complied. "Search the water for other survivors!" He didn't know why the men of the Third Fleet could drift so far from where they had been sunk, but since one person had done it, it meant that maybe someone else could do it.

He couldn't stop the silver lining in his mind that Derek was one of those people.

However, that glimmer of hope quickly turned to confusion and eventually anger. When the person was finally towed onto the boat. He wasn't wearing the green cloak of Kul Tiras. (To be continued.) )