An icy sea breeze blew in from the observation port of the Minethil Harbour Lighthouse. In the room, the lookout hand shivered from the cold, and he wrapped the blanket tightly on his body, but the sea breeze persevered through the gap in the blanket and choked him coldly.

"Hell!" Angry, he got up from his bed and searched the room, and by the light of the torches in the corridor, he found an object that could shelter him from the wind and rain. It was a half-worn shield, and although it was missing, it was still no problem to block the lookout. He moved the shield vigorously and eventually moved it to the window. At this moment, another sea breeze blew in even more violently than before, and the big drops of rain that were wrapped in the wind crackled and hit his face. He spat out the salty rain in his mouth, wiped it on his face with his hands, and then he saw the horrific scene outside the window.

Outside the window, on the sea outside the port of Minethir, the wind swept the waves and tore at the shore violently, and waves more than twenty feet high surged over the breakwater and swooped towards the harbor. In the face of the waves, the various ships docked in the harbor were like children's toys, pushed by the sea and rushed to the shore, and then ran aground in the shallows. The long trestle was in dilapidation at the moment, and only a few wooden stakes could be faintly exposed when the sea receded slightly.

The dark clouds rolled in the sky like a giant python, throwing down lightning bolts, the originally clear sea water had already become turbid at this moment, and the monstrous waves were pulled out of the bottomless abyss by the tide hunters, and thrown into the air angrily. For those who were noticed by him dared to ignore his anger and weave through the waves; and those who have entered his realm without his permission, but who have put themselves above him, he can play with them as he pleases.

"The Light is above! The Endless Sea is furious! The lookout looked out the window in shock and muttered.

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More than 300 nautical miles away from the port of Minahir, dark clouds are pressing and the waves are monstrous.

The captain of the Flying Osprey, Jarvis Greshid, was angrily fighting the final battle against the sea, and he was almost in despair.

It was a middle-aged man, with short flaxen hair and a thick mustache, and the years and the sea breeze had carved deep wrinkles on his face, this man was only about forty years old, but he looked much older than his real age. As a right-hand man of the famous Admiral Dalein Prodmore, the name of Jarvis Grashid appears more than once in the bard's works.

Since joining the army, more than a dozen cold summers, Jarvis Grashid, accompanied the "Flying Osprey", cleared pirates, participated in World War II, fought orcs, fought against the fish-man Naga and other marine races, and fought to the death against the storm more than once and never gave in. More than ten years of wind and rain and countless artillery bombardments have not only achieved the brilliant feats of the "Flying Osprey", but also Jarvis Graced has grown from a young stunned young man to a real man, a man of the sea.

Captain Jarvis Greshid was a reckless lad and has been serving on the fastest warship in the entire Coultiras Navy from the moment he joined the Navy. He has spent more than a dozen years on this battleship, from an ordinary sailor to a navigator to a first mate, and has been promoted to the captain of the "Flying Osprey", he has done any position and any job on the battleship, he is familiar with any good boy on the battleship, and he knows the position of the rivets at every moment on the battleship. His love for the ship has exceeded his own life!

But now, the beautiful and mighty three-masted warship was creaking with the impact of the raging waves, as if it were about to disintegrate at any moment. Thinking of this, Jarvis Grashid felt that his heart was about to shatter.

"Come, Nepturon, I'm not afraid of you! You don't want me to give in! You don't want to conquer the navy of Kurtilas! Captain Jarvis Greshid shouted angrily and frantically into the dark sea, and then turned the steering wheel like a windmill to make sure that the bow was facing the direction of the waves.

As if in response to his provocation, a huge wave thirty yards high swooped down like a hill, almost drowning the entire warship, and the hull creaked under the tremendous pressure, as if the keel was about to break. But in the next moment, the stubborn warship once again emerged from under the water. First the mast, then the gunwale, the hull. The sea water that rushed into the first level of the cargo compartment poured out of the slurry holes on both sides of the hull and fell back to the deep sea.

Captain Jarvis Grecilld, drenched in water, looked up and wiped a handful of salty water from his face. There was a sharp pain in his shoulder—he had turned the steering wheel so hard that he had even strained his muscles.

"Dyson, come up with a rope." He shouted in the direction of the crew members who were rushing back and forth below.

A moment later, a tall, lanky human sailor walked up with a ball of rope, struggling to balance himself so that he could stand firmly on the violently shaking deck. Behind him was a long rope that was tied around his waist at one end and the mast at the other.

"Tie me to the steering wheel!" The captain commanded loudly.

The sailor quickly tied one end of the rope to the main shaft of the steering wheel, and the other end went around the waist of Captain Jarvis Grachide.

"How are our passengers?" Captain Jarvis Grashid took the time to wipe a handful of faces and asked about the passengers who were on board the ship from the docks of Stormwind. Although, according to the regulations of the Naval Kingdom of Kurtilas, it is forbidden for ships of his kind to carry passengers. But the coastline is too long, and the managers of Kurtilas can't do it all. What's more, there is also a small caravan among them, and people from Stormwind City officials have come to speak for it.

Coupled with the fact that the sailors of basically every battleship will carry some smuggling goods on other cruises except combat missions to earn a little money to subsidize their families, Captain Jarvis Greshid, who climbed up from the bottom step by step, knows that the life of a sailor is not easy. Therefore, he naturally will not break this rule that is not a rule and cut off everyone's financial route. In fact, there are times when the Flying Osprey also plays the role of a smuggler or stowaway.

"Most of them were terrified." Dyson made a sailor's knot in the rope and thought again, "But with a few exceptions. ”

"Bang bang bang" seemed to prove his words, and the frightened howl of the Kodo beast and the loud sound of huge hooves stomping on the deck could be heard from the cabin.

"Oh,! My boat! Hurry down before those damned animals step through our bilge! Captain Jarvis Greshid put his hand on his forehead and urged, "That will make us all feed the sharks!" If the Flying Osprey sinks, Admiral Prodmore will go crazy! Maybe I'll rush to the depths of the ocean and fight Nepturon! Damn it, go! ”

Hearing the captain's roar, Navy Lieutenant Dyson Merloy hurried back to the cabin. But before entering the cabin, he was almost swept into the sea by the waves, if not for a rope tied around his waist. The bilge was already a mess, and the deck was littered with vomit from seasick passengers. The air was filled with a disgusting foul smell. Lieutenant Dyson felt his stomach cramp, and he breathed slowly to inhale as little of the disgusting stench as possible, in fact, he preferred to stay outside on the stormy deck rather than stay in this stuffy, cramped space, at least somewhere without smelling the foul smell.

In the face of the power of the sea, most of the passengers trembled and prayed earnestly to their faith.

Closer to the aft compartment, a dozen or so large consignment Kodomons were restlessly hissing, spinning and whirling, their huge hoofs the size of a basin stomping heavily on the deck, making a thudding sound. A Night Elf druid and another Night Elf Hunter were trying to calm the fearless giants, and the Nightblade Leopard of the Hunter Girl was constantly howling in the ears of the Kodomon, trying to suppress the fear and anxiety of the Kodomon. However, what is frustrating is that the efforts of the two Kadore girls seem to have paid little attention.

"Ladies, if you can't make it quiet, I can do it for you!" He stepped forward, his hand on the hilt of his sword, he could no longer care to be polite to the ladies, and if he continued like this, the whole ship would be doomed sooner or later.

"Right away, Lieutenant." Cadore Druid and Tina Moonlight turned to look at the sailors and pleaded helplessly, "They're just too scared, this shouldn't be the reason for them to lose their lives, wait a little longer, we'll try again!" Just for a moment! ”

The sailor nodded, deciding to give the two Night Elf ladies a moment's time, but his patience quickly ran out. It seemed that even the whispers of the children of nature and the soothing beasts of the hunters were not enough to suppress the fears that nature's monstrous might brought to these creatures, and it was clear that the two sisters of nature did not have the ability to quiet these dozen big guys now.

More than a dozen of the consignees were still red-eyed, and they were pacing with a restless roar. Huge footsteps resounded like a messy drum beat. Just as Lieutenant Dyson was hesitating whether to draw his knife and where to start, a loud voice came from the ladder leading to the upper deck.

"Brutehorns, quiet them!"

As the voice sounded, a black combat Kodomon covered in heavy armor slowly stood up from the corner of the bilge. Before the command sounded, this unusual big creature had been lying quietly in the shadows of the corner, so that the lieutenant did not notice it for the first time. The black combat Kodomon is very different from its counterparts, and it does not seem to have any sense of fear or agitation at all. And under the orders of his master, this big man, known as the brute horn, paced to the side of several of his kind, roared a few times in anger and hit the particularly flustered ones with sharp horns, and soon stabilized the situation, and magically settled down a dozen consignment Kodo beasts.

Its burly physique gives it astonishing mass, allowing the Brute to balance easily on a bumpy and shaky battleship. Seeing that his task was completed, the brute horn walked back to the corner just now without hurrying, and passed by the lieutenant who was quite humane, and glanced at a few people arrogantly. This scene not only stunned Navy Lieutenant Dyson Meloway, but also made the two Night Elf girls roll their eyes. The two Night Elf girls who couldn't get angry with the brute had to spill their depression on their masters.

"Goode, can't you come down sooner? If we knew that the brute horn would work so well, why were we so busy for so long? "The two races of Kadore and Shuharu were originally considered to be good "neighbors" for generations, plus they have been getting along well with Tina Moonlight, the night elf druid, and Old Tang for more than a month, and now they are deflated at the Brute Horn, and the elf girl will naturally spill her anger on Old Tang.

"Why would your Kodomon shouting twice be more effective than my pacifying beasts? Also, why is it so smart? You'll laugh at me! Isido, the young Cadore hunter, also kept asking, his big eyes full of curiosity, and there was no sense of crisis or urgency that the battleship would capsize at any time.

"Ahem, two Cadore sisters, we can talk about these issues later. Now that we're in the middle of the storm, do you think you're taking the time to prepare for the worst? Old Tang's burly figure emerged from the staircase, and the explosive muscles of Old Tang, who was naked on the upper body, brought people the most powerful and pure sense of strength and visual impact. Seeing that the two Night Elves were a little angry, they quickly diverted the topic. Then he turned his head and spoke to the lieutenant who was standing a little confused.

"Mother Earth will protect you! Lieutenant Dyson, don't worry. These Kodomon will no longer cause trouble for the warships, and the Brute Horn will be optimistic about them. You can check out the other cabins and ask if you need help. ”

"Don't worry! We've all experienced storms and waves that are even more violent than this! The Flying Osprey is the best, and Nepturon can't conquer us yet! May the Light bless you all! Lieutenant Dyson reacted from his distraction and said with a resolute expression, then turned and strode away through the bumpy battleship.

A week earlier, the caravan had boarded the Flying Osprey, a naval battleship of the Kul Tiras, in the harbor of Stormwind, heading for Minethir. Originally, the plan was to go directly to Ironforge via the Stormwind Metro, and then continue north around the mountains of Danmoro. But the deal of the goblin profiteer and countess Caterina Presto also brought benefits to the caravan. Through the layers of relationships, it was finally said that Captain Jarvis Greshid took the caravan and his party to follow the "Flying Osprey", a battleship cruising north, to reduce the fatigue of the journey.

But who would have thought that this supposedly peaceful sea journey would encounter such a sudden and violent storm on the way to the supply point of Minethil Harbor, which would catch everyone in the caravan by surprise and have nothing to do.

Now the sailors, seamen, and old Tang of the entire battleship can only resign themselves to their fate or pray that this battleship of the Kurtilas, which has been tried and tested for many times, will survive this test and save the day again.

"Mother Earth bless!" Seeing the monstrous waves outside the cabin, Old Tang muttered to himself.

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The "Flying Osprey" is one of the three shipwrecks in the wetland~~ I can't find out the specific background of this ship~~~ Let's make up for it here~~~ Don't take it seriously

Jarvis Greshid turned out to be an NPC in the Dust Swamp....indeed a captain who followed the admiral... I don't know if there is him now~~

These two are considered to tell the story from the perspective of others~~~ I don't know what the effect is~~~~ It's a small attempt~~~ Try a few more ways to describe it~~~ The story is still long~ I have to find a suitable way to tell the story~~~ Interspersed~~

Well, there is ~~~ In this chapter, Neptulon is regarded by me as a guy similar to Poseidon, and it is quite reliable to be a representative of the ocean~~