The storm struck suddenly, violently blowing against the ten huge ships that had set sail from the harbor a few days earlier. Soon, this evolved into one of the strongest storms in the memory of the orc flagship. Lightning and thunder thundered in the sky, heavy rain poured down, and the sea churned violently. Brinnin yelled at the crew to give orders to try to keep the flagship from losing control. It seems that if he can't continue to command in the storm, the other captains will go their own way, and the whole fleet is in danger of falling into chaos. And for them with these special goods, such a choice would invite even greater disaster.

Another wave hit, and the sailboat was thrown into the air. When the hull fell, Brinnin clung to the railing. Those who have never sailed would never have imagined that the water would be as hard as a rock at such times. The entire ship shook with a terrible creak.

A scream from above caused the flagship captain to look up into the rainstorm, just in time to see a sailor who had been working on a tangled sail cable stumbling and falling into the sea. Brinnin grunted, but didn't call for help. In the midst of such a storm, the hapless sailor was undoubtedly dead. The orc officers were more interested in ensuring that the remaining sailors and his ships—all of them—were safe and sound. Brinnin swore in front of the Great Chief that he would accomplish the task.

A sailor's shout made the flagship captain turn. The orc pointed frantically at one of the giant ships. Brinnin wiped a handful of the rain that had covered his eyes, and looked at it intently. There was a bright light on the ship he was talking about.

Fire.

The fire may have been caused by lightning. But the fire spread too widely, and most of the flames spread to the deck. Sails, cables and masts are usually susceptible to lightning strikes.

Thunder exploded. Brilinin, who was focused on the spectacular scene in the distance, turned a deaf ear...... However, before the thunder subsided, it was drowned out by a fierce roar that was close at hand.

He turned and ran to the fence on the other side, and saw the second ship in the fleet rushing through an overwhelming wave. The ship swayed wildly, in the opposite direction of the wind and waves, as if it were being shaken from the inside of the cabin.

The flagship captain picked up a telescope that he never left when he sailed, and held a copper-shelled cylinder in his hand to look at the sister ship. Oil lamps placed on the mast and other critical places provided enough light to allow him to see what was happening.

The captain of the second ship was a rugged sailor drawn by Brinnin himself. He had his crew armed with sailor spears. Near the stern, three more orcs were lighting torches with tarpaulins. Even though they were both resolute warriors, their expressions looked very nervous.

Brinnin cursed. He waved his binoculars at the people on the second boat, but no one noticed him. Now he understood that the fire that was spreading on the ship farther away was most likely due to the crew making the same attempt, but accidentally letting the fire get out of control.

Thinking of the previous ship, Brinnin hurriedly turned the telescope around.

To his shock, nothing could be seen in his field of vision. Such a fire should be visible...... Unless the ship has sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Brinnin cursed, then looked at his first mate. "Signal light!

Just as he was giving the order, the flagship suddenly shook, as if it had touched a hard reef. Brinnin fell to the side, and the first mate fell to his knees. Another sailor climbed over the parapet and fell into the greedy sea.

Another thump, which shook the deck and rattled. Brinnin struggled to her feet. "The storm has woken them all up! Leave the signal lights alone! Get ready for the sleeping powder, sprinkle it on the food, and the tips of the four spears! Quiet the thing down there, or we'll be in as bad shape as the other ships!"

The first mate and the other sailors did as ordered. Briening turned her attention back to the sister ship. The situation over there is getting worse. Why didn't they silence the beast?, Brining thought.

He quickly glanced around the deck and found the answer. The herbal powder used to keep the beasts to sleep was stored in a barrel under the eaves of the captain's quarters, but all that remained was charred shards. The rain couldn't wet the container under the tarpaulin, but the lightning could hit it - in fact. The whole place was blown up, and along with the only way they could control the barbaric goods.

The heavy blows in the flagship gradually subsided. Brinnin suddenly had a desperate thought in his mind. He rushed to the door of the cabin, and was met by the first mate who stepped out of it. The orc looked exhausted but jubilant.

"He just woke up!

The flagship commander interrupted him. "Who's the best shooter?"

The first mate grinned. "It's me, Captain!

"We've got a lot of powder! Can you shoot two bags over there?" Brienin gestured to another ship. "They lost all their reserves!"

"Yes!"

Another roar came from the direction of the ship. Brinnin hurriedly raised the binoculars.

Orcs with torches are rushing to the cargo hold. And several sailors with spears were preparing to go down.

The deck behind them suddenly burst open.

Brienin couldn't help but gasp. He saw no trace of lightning. What's going on?

When the shattered planks hit the ground, the answer was revealed. The silhouette of a giant hand rose from below the shattered deck, then quickly retracted. At the same time, the ship bobbed back and forth even more violently. Some of the crew ran towards the hole in the deck. At this time, Briinen's deputy also returned.

"Two bags!" The orc shouted in the storm. "Where to shoot?"

"Shoot at the deck, they can see it!

"Yes!" The first mate tied a small bag to the shaft of the arrow and prepared to shoot. Even in such a storm, a skilled orc archer is likely to hit the target.

But before Brinnin's lieutenant could fire his bow and arrows, the ship shook even more wildly. Several crew members were so caught up in the hole in the deck that they stumbled and stumbled to the deck railing. Two people tumbled over, and another grabbed the railing at the last minute and survived.

The first mate changed his posture slightly, estimating where to land. The orcs on the opposite boat were thrown around, and there was inevitably an extra risk of shooting them.

The second ship began to tilt again, only to be hit by another big wave, which almost capsized. When the ship was restored, the orc finally shot an arrow.

Brinnin couldn't help but yell. The arrow had been shot accurately, landing a yard away from the hole in the deck. One of the crew members noticed the arrow and ran over to pick up the pouch. Apparently he perfectly understood what the flagship had sent.

"Quick! another bag!" The flagship chief commanded. One bag of powder might be enough to calm the beast, but a second bag would be sure of success.

The first mate raised his bow—

The ship's hull on the flagship side shattered. A monstrous thigh with hooves kicked it out, then pumped it back.

The raging sea flipped over the damaged hull, submerging the newly opened breach below the surface. Seawater poured into the broken cargo hold.

"Leave the powder alone!" Brinnin roared.

He didn't need to say anything more. The first mate had already given up on the attempt, and ran to direct the crew to sail towards the sinking wrecked ship.

A wave straightened the ship's hull, but the cargo in the cabin was visibly furious, and it slammed again.

Another hoof kicked out, and pieces of wood shattered. The hole was almost twice as big.

The ship had reached such a point that its impending fate was beyond doubt. The sea rushed in, and the Tribal ship sank rapidly. In a few moments, its deck was level with the sea.

The orcs jumped into the churning waters, trying to swim to the flagship. Some of them were immediately swept away by the waves and never surfaced again.

There was a wild roar from the cargo hold. A pair of giant hands tore at the broken deck. However, even with all its brute strength, the creature would not have time to crawl out of the hole.

The deck has sunk below the water's surface. The waves propelled the ship away from the rest of the fleet. One by one, the ship's lanterns were extinguished, leaving only the hazy silhouette of the unfortunate ship.

The last roar of frustration rang out from the storm. Something seemed to burst out of the deck of the wreck, changing the silhouette of the ship.

Brienin gripped the handle of the guardrail tightly, temporarily clearing his mind of trying to rescue him, fearing that it would pose a new threat to his own flagship. He imagined the giant creature pressing forward......

However, as the last large bubble rose, the ship sank straight down. The final sink came so quickly that the beast didn't have time to react.

The flagship approached the two survivors. Brienin doubted that a few people would survive, even if it was only a few people. He mourned their heroic deaths...... Then Brienin realized what tonight's events meant. A fifth of his valuable cargo has already been lost.

"Eight will do," the flagship chief muttered. "Of course eight can do......"

But it depends on the Great Chieftain, on Garrosh.

Briinen hopes nothing more to lose. If there were no new losses, Garrosh would have forgiven him for this failure.

But if the Great Chief really blames him, Brinnin asks the great orc leader to allow him to witness the fall of the Alliance forces in Ashenvale.

So that the flagship chief will also die as he deserves...... (To be continued.) )