Richard on Kozan Island was listening to Vaschi's debriefing.

"At the instigation of Isha and the Twilight Cultists, Alterac is now under Ivan's control. ”

Richard looked at the spread map and said, "They're doing a good job, but things can be made a little bigger." ”

Richard pressed once in the north and south of Alterac: "These two places are important, take them down." ”

Vaskey looked at the place where Richard had pressed, two important forts north and south of Alterac.

Richard explained: "The terrain of the Alterac Mountains is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is difficult to take it without paying a price. If Perionod doesn't want his neighbors to be greedy after the war, he will definitely ask for the Alliance's help, and once the Alliance helps Perionod recover the lost territory of Alterac, the Horde will have a chance to regroup, and the war between the Alliance and the Horde will continue, and the worse they fight, the better it will be for us. ”

Vaschi nodded and wrote in his notebook.

Richard looked at the flag planted near the waters of Kurtilas and asked, "Has the naval battle of Kurtilas begun?"

Vaskir shook his head: "Vaskir's people haven't reported yet. ”

Li Xiang said: "Vaskil...... How many years have you not been back to that territory?"

Vasqi shook his head, not wanting to reminisce about the past.

"Hey, not to mention Vaskil, how's Gazruvi's construction team going? Quel'Salas will be over in a moment. ”

Vasqi said with a smile: "That goblin is very motivated after being appointed as the Minister of Construction, and the construction team has been ready for a long time, and now it is training engineers every day, just waiting for your orders." ”

"Then let's take a look. ”

While Richard was inspecting the Department of Construction, there had been an exchange of fire in the waters near Kul Tiras.

To the north of an island northeast of Coultiras, Daileen Prodmore and his fleet lay in ambush again.

"20 degrees on the port side, fire!"

The flag was played.

"Boom, boom, boom!" A salvo of several ships broke the orc ship in front.

Proudmore waved his hand: "Raise the sails! Send these orcs to the sea to feed the fish!"

Two fleets, under his command, outflanked the orc fleets from both north and south, with the other flotilla blocking their way from the front. Watching the orcs clumsily turn the hull, Prodmore laughed, the sea is not the same as the land, these orcs can roam freely on the land, and can only be slaughtered by us on the ocean, just look at the hole-in-the-hole ships they are bombarded.

Before Proudmore could rejoice, he heard the lookout's heart-rending howl.

"Admiral! North, North!"

Prodmore held up the telescope he had bought from the merchant, and six huge black shadows were swooping down towards the war zone.

"Wait...... That's!"

Prodmore discovered that the location of their dive happened to be his own Third Fleet, and the intelligence said that there had been orc dragoons on the battlefield of Quel'Thalas!

Prodmore waved his arms and shouted, "Flag-waving, flag-waving! Ordering them to circumvent!"

The sailors at the top of the mast waved their flags vigorously, but it was not known whether the Third Fleet did not see it or saw it and avoided it, and the entire fleet was engulfed in the dragon's flames. The crimson color lit up the entire surface of the sea, and the smell of burning screams wafted through the sea.

"Son!

Proudmoor clasped his hands tightly on the fence and cried out in pain, a hideous expression appeared on his face, he dragged the vice admiral next to him and said: "Order half of the fleet to block the gap in the north and continue the attack! Shoot down those dragons in the sky for me too! Shoot them down with cannonballs, shoot them with arrows, hook them with ropes! Knock them down in short, and avenge the people of the Third Fleet!"

The battle at sea has been scorching, and with the Dwarven griffin cavalry joining the fray, the Alliance's armies have been able to fight the dragons.

The sea was full of oil, broken wooden planks, broken limbs, floating corpses, and some struggling orcs and humans, some lying on the planks, some splashing in the water, but the latter basically ended up becoming the souls of the deep sea. These people and objects have turned the blue sea into black and red turbidity, but for the Naga who move in the depths, this is the best protective color.

Near the waters of the battle, Lady Nazchar is giving one last order to her Nagas.

"None of the humans remained, and the humans with the Alterac mark were dragged to the deep sea along with the corpses. Destroy any creature that sees you. No harpoons, let's go!"

The Nagas swam in the sea at such speed that the humans or orcs who were still lying on the planks on the surface of the sea would disappear from the surface of the sea from time to time, but neither side of the battle on the surface of the sea would notice these unlucky ghosts in the water.

The Naga grabbed their targets by the legs and dragged them down to the surface and drowned, while the soldiers in Alterac costumes were dragged into the deep sea and disposed of, leaving the rest to float to the surface. As for the unlucky ones who were already struggling under the surface of the sea, the Nagas gave them a ride with their outstanding strength.

A large ship passed over the Nagas, and Miss Nazchar recalled that it seemed to be the ship on which the leader of the Alliance Navy was aboard, and Lady Nazchar smirked, a spell brewing in her hand. Miss Vaski had told her to do her best to make the alliance a little messy, and that her spells would make the already chaotic battlefield even more chaotic.

"Boom!" Prodmoor's flagship suffered a heavy blow, and Prodmore himself gripped the mast with one hand and swayed in the air with the other to find balance.

"Squeak—"

The hull began to tilt.

Prodmore shouted, "What's going on? What's going on?"

"Admiral! We're on the rocks! Abandon ship!"

"Fart!" Prodmore scolded, "there are no reefs in the waters here!"

The two large ships were close to Prodmoor's flagship, and his lieutenant was dragging him by the arm to get him to command the other ships.

The displacement of the two ships suddenly freed up a huge space, and the orc fleet immediately pounced on the gap. Prodmore yelled, "Close the gap, don't let those damn orcs escape!"

The lieutenant general gave the order while dragging Proudmoor.

After all, it was still a step too late, and Proudmore slapped angrily on the new ship.

"Admiral, are you pursuing?"

Proudmoore looked at the dim sky and said: "Don't chase them, count them lucky, order the ships to rescue our people, and the corpses must also be salvaged, and they can't be allowed to soak in the icy sea." ”

"What about the orcs?"

Prodmore immediately yelled and squirted the kid's face: "Hey the fish!"