The muffled sound of a horn seemed so weak and small in this chaotic space, but there was still nothing to stop it from spreading.

Dai Lin, who was organizing the second round of artillery fire, frowned, and while signaling the people around him to be quiet, he finally heard the roar from the sky, which was born with extraordinary power, the dragon's roar.

Roar——!

More than a dozen adult red dragons the size of private jets fell from the clouds, and their crimson figures completely occupied Prodmore's eyes. Before he could recover from his horror, orange flames burst into the mouths of more than a dozen blood basins, and only to hear a series of whistling fireballs the size of a saloon mercilessly smashed into Kul Tiras's fleet.

Unlike the simple and crude nature of the tribe, most of the hulls of Kurtilas' fleet were wooden in order to ensure their speed. Although the bow and stern of the ship were covered with a large area of metal, it was the blessed Thunder Silver, a light, dense metal from Kurtilast.

The scarce production volume simply cannot support the makeover of the Kultiras sea fleet.

Therefore, the breath of the red dragon is fatal to them!

Seeing several battleships sink in flames, Dai Lin immediately raised his arms and shouted: "Don't stand stupid!

The nimble fleet of Kultiras immediately changed formation and dispersed to meet the approach of the Red Dragon. However, the horde's fleet split into two groups, and more than a hundred of them turned around and rushed towards their position.

"Retreat, the broadside guns are aimed at the tribe, and the deck guns are all lifted for me, seize the opportunity, and give me a fight to the death!"

Almost at the same time as Dahlin gave the order, the entire fleet was meticulously deployed, and even before the Horde could fire after him, the guns of the Kurtilas fleet had already fired.

However, the dispersion of fire and the occasional breath interference of the red dragon greatly reduced the threat of artillery, and the tribe relied on the strong defense of the ironclad ships to rush forward with fire.

However, before they could turn their direction to reveal their broadside guns, Kultiras's fleet turned its sails in unison, and the sea breeze propelled them swiftly into the distance. But they didn't stand a chance to be complacent.

Roar!

Although the heavy artillery anti-aircraft damage was greatly reduced, it still caused a lot of trouble for the red dragons, and the fragments from the explosion even pierced the scales of several red dragons, leaving shocking wounds on their bodies.

Pain and blood spurred their brains, igniting with the humiliation and anger of being driven by the orcs, turning into blazing flames in their mouths.

In between the next round of artillery salvos, the red dragon folded its wings and dived towards the sea, and when it approached the fleet, it roared and opened its mouth.

The pillar flames were not as explosive and destructive as fireballs, but the long-lasting dragon's breath easily ignited large swaths of the ship's sails. Sails are the source of power for sailing, and losing them is equivalent to cutting off the ship's legs.

Although the crew was organized to extinguish the fire at the first time, how could the dragon's breath be so easy to extinguish?

The ships with their sails burned slowed down more and more, and soon the ships that broke away from the fleet were reduced to piles of coke on the sea in the long howl of the red dragon and the guns of the tribal ships.

"Khadgar, it's time for us to make a move. As he spoke, Lanloth clenched his fist into the air, and green and black-purple streamers intertwined and emerged, like an inky lightning bolt blooming in the air.

Lightning tore through the sky, and a crack emerged from the center, quickly turning into a giant vortex as the chaotic energy gradually coalesced. Through the turbulent image of the whirlpool, Khadgar saw the vague orc fleet behind it.

"Do it!" nodded, and the mage immediately shouted to the caster beside him. At the same time, the magical aura continued to shine on the hillside.

On the surface of the sea, Gul'dan seemed to sense something, and as he looked up, a whirlpool of the same size appeared in his field of vision.

"Great Chief, look at it!"

Orgrim turned his head when he heard the news, and at that moment, hundreds of spell brilliance surged out of the vortex, converging together as everyone failed to react, turning into a huge and dense fog.

Like clouds falling, a thick cloud of overwhelming clouds fell from the whirlpool, smashed and scattered on the surface of the sea, and in the blink of an eye, engulfed a large part of the fleet.

Although the cloud did not completely cover the entire fleet, it did cover most of it, so that the firepower against the human fleet was drastically reduced. Seeing some of the orc ships in hot pursuit rushing out of the thick fog, a hideous smile appeared on Prodmoore's face.

"Turn the bow of the ship and hit me hard!"

Artillery fire resounded across the sea, and it was only at this moment that the orcs realized what a terrible mistake they had made. However, it was too late. Hundreds of shells bombarded continuously, and the dozen or so steel ships were smashed into a sieve before they had just emerged, and quickly sank in flames and wails.

Without the orcs distracting, Kul Tiras's fleet was able to concentrate on the nimble dragons, and the sheer suppression of firepower made it difficult for them to launch an effective attack for a while. And this formed a cycle, and the navy that forced back the red dragon had more energy to deal with the orc fleets that wanted to break through the clouds.

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Cannonballs whizzed overhead, and Orgrim watched as the flames burst into flames on ships not far away, but the trembling of the hammer in his hand from overexerting himself betrayed his mind.

The cloud and mist spells cast by hundreds of human spellcasters were not so easy to deal with, and although Gul'dan and a group of warlocks were arranged to analyze and break through at the first time, they had little effect. The interference of the clouds and fog made it impossible for the fleet to provide effective fire cover to his compatriots on the coast, and he could see nothing but hear the wails of his people's tragic death.

"Sarufar. In the end, the Great Chief responded with a resolute face, "Order all the fleets and force the landing." ”

A look of surprise flashed across Sarufar's face, and a forced landing in such a state meant that there was a high probability of a collision between fleets, and the risk of running aground was completely ignored. You know, this fleet not only carries most of the Horde's combat power, but also supplies. Orcs don't have much land transportation, and iron-jawed wolves can't carry hundreds of kilograms of food and gunpowder for long journeys.

The stranding of ships means abandoning most of the supplies.

But is there a better solution now?

With the screams of his clansmen and the high-pitched shouts of the humans ringing in his ears, Sarufar's hesitation was only for a moment, and without questioning, he immediately conveyed the Great Chief's order to everyone.

"Zuluhid, remember what I told you!"

Orgrim's suppressed roar hit his eardrums, and Chief Dragonroar gritted his teeth, finally having to succumb to reality. As he grabbed the trumpet, a long murmur spread far away, and in a short time a gust of wind shattered the clouds in the air and sent a red behemoth to him.

"You fools, I let you come to win for the tribe, not to fish in troubled waters!" Zuluhid had no scruples about the powerful dragon that could easily crush him, and directly scolded, "There is only one way for you, and that is to serve the tribe!"

"Don't think, you demon!" the dragon bared its sharp fangs, its claws and chilling eyes revealing endless hatred and anger.

"Haha. Zuluhid was not angry, on the contrary, he laughed happily and arrogantly, "You are right, I am the devil, but you must follow my orders!"

"We must win, and we will. The smile on Chief Dragonroar's face grew grim and sly, "Otherwise, your noble queen will be buried in Grimbaatar forever." ”

The big eyes of the copper bell expanded again, and the dragon wanted to tear the little orc in front of him to pieces at this moment, but he couldn't. He hated, hated himself powerlessly, and hated these orcs who used their evil power to control the queen he loved so much. Sadly, in the end, he could only turn this hatred into anger on other innocent people who had nothing to do with it.

Roar——!

Watching the red dragon roar to the sky, Zuluhid showed an expression of enjoyment: "Yes, that's it, pour out your anger on our common enemies, and use their blood to win glory for the tribe." ”

Instead of continuing to deal with the orc, who should have been cut by a thousand cuts, the red dragon spread its wings, its broad wings shattering the clouds and mist, and galloped away in the direction of the coastline. He was afraid, he was afraid that if he stayed in front of this orc for a second longer, he would not be able to help but tear the other party's disembowelment to pieces!

Beyond the clouds and mist, hearing the desolate and powerless howl of their compatriots, the red dragons stopped their offensive one after another and sent out bursts of echo. Then, they cast their burning gaze on the human fleet below.