The ocean looks deep and terrifying at night.

The sorcery leader Marakulas stood on the deck of the massive ship, feeling the icy wind, his slender eyes looking back at the passage he had just passed.

The flat sea gave him a wide view, so even if the clouds in the sky obscured the stars and moonlight, Laculas could see the light of the war from a thousand kilometers away.

[The alliance arrived so soon]

He sighed as he recalled the battle he had just had.

Humanity's intelligence is very fast, starting with the first tribal soldiers to enter the northern waters of the Forbidden Sea in the morning, originally Lacholas expected that humans would not sail their warships until midnight to stop the tribe.

And this time was enough for these large number of tribal soldiers to pass smoothly.

But what I didn't expect was that humans would act so quickly. From the discovery to the arrival of their warship in the Forbidden Sea, it was completely realized in the evening. The transmission of information took at least half a day, that is, those naval soldiers from Kurtilas crossed the continent in less than an afternoon.

[The difference in the strength of the navy is too great]

Laculas thought that the alliance had only 10 warships here, but they had managed to block most of the tribal ships, and only allowed him to escape with more than 50,000 people.

You know, the original plan was for the tribe to have at least 120,000 people successfully land on the Arathi Heights.

Now that there are so many fewer people, the risk to them has suddenly increased.

But this is also normal, our protagonist who rests in another place, Kael'thas once guessed that the navy of the Horde is inferior to that of the Alliance. However, no matter how much he guessed, he didn't understand how huge the gap between the two sides had become.

The navy of the Alliance is no match for the navy of the Horde as the cannon and the spear. If the Alliance's navy is a regular combat force, then for the tribes ruled by the orcs who have just come into contact with the sea, their navy is a target at the moment - in order to cover the transport troops, they have no navy at all.

Can you think that a unit that is crowded into a ship, and then the ship's cannons have a short range, and mainly relies on the ship's ranged pros, is a navy?

If it weren't for this time, the alliance's navy would only use weapons like artillery, and it would not be as technological as in the previous life. It is estimated that according to the current situation, the tribe will not be able to go by a single ship.

They relied on a large number of ships to attract the fire of the Alliance, and then let the remaining ships break through smoothly.

There is a huge difference in technology, and this is also an act that cannot be helped.

Laculas felt a little regretful in his heart, but he was not discouraged in the slightest.

Because he knows that the war in this world is not on the sea, but on land!

On land, how can the young bodies of humans compare to orcs born for war?

The soldiers who have just died for their breakthrough and now have done everything worth it, because their sacrifice can be exchanged for more victories.

Laculas is convinced of this.

"How's the preparation?"

At this moment, an orc came to the deck, and Lacholas found out and asked him.

"The second army has already gone to attack the elves, and the third army is also preparing."

The orc grinned, his red eyes and long teeth shuddering:

"The Hammer Dwarves have also been stopped, and they won't be able to gather with the elves for a while."

That's the good news.

LaCulas was satisfied, but he didn't get down to business.

"Where is the shore where you landed?"

He asked, then saw the orc hold out his finger in front of him.

Laculas followed his gesture and saw not far ahead, on the cliffs and on the sea, sporadic fires flickering—the place where they were going to land.

[I see]

Judging from the firelight, the soldiers who arrived first were completing their tasks very smoothly.

It's surprisingly efficient—perhaps because most of the orcs stay on the coast.

Their strength makes many things very efficient.

"Haha, get ready to land!"

Lacholas smiled, and as the supreme commander of the operation, a legendary troll, gave the order.

When you look out, you can see that around this ordinary and large ship, there are 10 identical ships sailing. These ships have no lights, no one on deck, and they sail quietly on the dark sea, making people feel like ghosts.

A shrill sound rang out, and many of the boats began to shake after the sound.

"I'm going to get those guys out of the cabin, they're suffocating!"

The orcs turned around and smiled wickedly, and as they passed through the Alliance lines, the ships hid most of their soldiers in their cabins in order to keep their fire out of sight, creating the illusion that there were few people.

Coupled with the provocation of the faster ships, the most popular ships arrived here unharmed.

A few minutes later, the deck was crowded with cheering green figures, and the coast was close at hand.

A few orcs from the shore were carrying torches, guiding the ship's movements.

Their method was very simple, and the torches that were lined up in a straight line made it instantly clear at night where the ship should stop.

According to the previous plan, Laculas and his ship would take the lead and land one by one - they didn't have that big landing site.

The Horde was efficient, and the soldiers were in good order when they landed, but even then, when they landed, it was only 15 minutes later.

"Ahhhh

"Wow, finally out of this damn sea!"

A few freed orcs cheered heroically, but the trolls were much more conservative in comparison.

Standing on the shore, Lacholas saw some mysterious orcs dressed like mages chanting incantations, green flames erupting from their hands and squirting towards the ship from which Lacouras had just left, burning it to the ground in a matter of moments.

Not even a single piece of wood remained.

They no longer need the tools of the sea, and the next thing is a war on the ground.

Even though he understood this, Lacholas couldn't help but feel a little chill in his heart.

The orcs, known as the Warlocks, are the most worrying beings in the entire tribe, and their mastery of life is creepy. It was undeniable that they were powerful, but Lacholas couldn't see the minds of these orcs, and vaguely, he sensed a turbulent situation.

These sorcerers who play with life and summon demons?

Is it really loyal to the tribe?

(To be continued)