"Whoosh"

Just as Dai Lin and his son climbed out of the cabin, they saw Lotherma's armor-piercing arrows shoot out from the warbow, and the enchantment on the arrows shimmered, piercing the dark air like a white lightning bolt, and the bowstring of the red-clothed ranger trembled rapidly in the air, and the blow was extremely powerful, even bringing out the sound of whistling wind.

In Dai Lin's wide eyes, the roaring armor-piercing arrow hit the target accurately, it was the orc riding behind the young dragon, and at the same time as the arrow in the wind pierced his body, the huge force pushed the arrow shaft forward, piercing his heart, and finally breaking a terrifying flesh hole in his chest.

The orc's whip was still hovering in the air, his angry face still hideous, as if he could still roar the next moment.

But as the young dragon's body shook, the lifeless body eventually fell from the saddle and fell like a stone into the icy water.

The splash was no different from the splash that other corpses had thrown into the water, and the orc, who had great ideals and was only a small step away from realizing them, died, on an assassination arrow shot from behind, so neatly that he didn't even have a last word.

"Uh"

Tyrion poked his head out of the water and Lothmar leaned against the mast on the deck breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, although it was only a few minutes, but this adventure was more dangerous than any protracted battle, because the slightest mistake could mean losing everything, or even losing himself.

But they won, but not everyone was happy with the result.

"That dragon is running away! It's killing so many of us, we can't let it run away! ”

Prince Drake, who ran out of the cabin, pointed to the young dragon in the sky and called out anxiously to Lotherma:

"Ranger! Shoot it down! ”

Lotherma shook her head, ordinary arrows couldn't pierce the dragon's scales, and the kind of arrows that were enough to pierce the dragon's scales weren't something they could carry at all times.

Seeing that Lothema could not do anything, Drake gritted his teeth, he was not a prince who commanded the king, he was more accustomed to doing it himself when others could not help, he turned and rushed towards the largest caliber gun on the deck.

Although he was a prince, he grew up under the strict demands of Dai Lin, he was a major in the navy of Kul Tiras, and he did not rely on his father's prestige at all, but was promoted in real battles with the vicious pirates who roamed the seas.

Skillfully loading the cannonballs, aiming, and the moment the young dragon flapped its wings and flew into the sky, the cannon roared, shaking the ship that was about to fall apart.

And at the moment when the fiery shells burst out of the chamber ...

"Hmm, this water is disgusting..."

Tyrion stuck his head out of the water, glanced in disgust at the floating orc corpses around him, and when he looked up, he saw Lotherma's outstretched hand towards him, the thumb of his left hand was already bloody, and it looked like he didn't even have a gauntlet with him in order to shoot that killing arrow.

"You're really desperate!"

Tyrion whispered, grabbed Lotherma's hand, and climbed out of the water onto the deck, he turned his head to see the cannonball Drake had fired, the solid bullet making a trajectory in the sea breeze, almost grazing the young dragon's wings.

"Tsk, that's a pity..."

Tyrion whispered to Lotherma, who was covering her wounds with a calm face, "That's just a little bit short..."

"Bang"

Seeing that he had let his prey go, Prince Drake slammed his fist into the side of the ship next to him in frustration, agitation, and clutched his head, perhaps the most painful defeat he had ever experienced, and the three warships were killed in the sudden onslaught of the young dragons, and the haughty prince could not bear the slaughter and the murderer fled.

"Son, are you desperate?"

Dai Lin, who watched coldly, stood up staggeringly with a long sword, he nodded to the two elves, very much in line with the posture of the king, he stood behind the cannon, looking at the young dragon that was about to fly out of range in the sky, his hand on his son's shoulder:

"Reload me, Drake... It's all come to this, how can you allow it to escape! Bounce with a chain! ”

"Yes! Father! ”

Prince Drake took off his tattered navy suit, used it to quickly clean the chamber of the cannon, and put a chain ball into the muzzle, which was operated by the admiral, a royal majesty, and assisted by the black-faced knights.

Looking at the busyness of the humans, Tyrion shook his head slightly, he looked at the dragon flying farther and farther away, and he whispered:

"I can't hit... It's too far. ”

"Charge! Reload! This is a gun handmade by the dwarven master, it is enough to withstand an excessive impact, 3 times more! ”

The Admiral held a lit torch in his hand, and after loading and aiming, he turned his head to look at the two Elven Ranger beside him, especially Tyrion, and he smiled in a hoarse voice:

"Ranger, don't be so pessimistic, believe in miracles... Then, in return for being saved, we, the Proudmoore family, will perform a feat of slaying a dragon in front of your guests! ”

"Boom"

At the moment when the storm on the sea surface of Nanhai Town was about to take shape, the three-fold cannon "jumped" at this moment, and it seemed that there was only one step left before the bore was blown up, and the red-hot cannonball wrapped in crimson flames flew out of the bore, and the gunpowder that had been added to an extremely dangerous measure burst out with extreme power at this moment.

Under Tyria's gaze, the round chain ball flew in the air, and when it rose to the highest point, it suddenly separated from the center, whistling and breaking through the sea breeze, like a fast-spinning flying stone used by trolls to hunt, and smashed accurately on the wings of the free young dragon, and then under the manipulation of kinetic energy, it spun and tightened rapidly!

The scorching chains wrapped around the flesh and blood, shattered scales and dragon blood could be seen splattering far away, and the precise bombardment, combined with a little luck, finally killed the young dragon's last chance to escape!

"Whoa"

With a scream of pain, the young dragon flapped its wings in the air with difficulty, but the left wing, which had been bound, could not be deployed at all, and finally it could only whirl in the air and smash into the sea behind it like a falling meteorite in a feeble wail.

"We succeeded! Father! You did it! ”

Drake waved his hands excitedly to congratulate his father, and at the same moment, the two rangers, Tyrion and Lotherma, clearly saw the trajectory of the young dragon falling, their faces changed drastically, and they couldn't help but reach out and grab one of the survivors, turned around and jumped into the sea behind them.

The survivors on the other ships weren't stupid either, and all of them rushed into the sea desperately at this moment, as far away from the young dragon's landing point as possible.

Five seconds later, the dragon that fell from the sky smashed into the sea less than 15 yards away from the first ship, at this time the sea surface has been swept up by the upcoming storm, this wave of strong collision directly set off a huge wave nearly 5 meters high, easily swept the already broken ship into it, just like a real tide, thrown high, and then smashed down!

"Boom"

Tyrion, who was frantically advancing in the water, felt like he was being pushed by a giant hand to the cold bottom of the sea, and at that moment, the sky was spinning, and he could only grab Admiral Dai Lin's arm at hand to ensure that the two would not be separated, in this kind of wave, with Dai Lin's current weak situation, once separated... It's definitely a mortal end.

After a crazy whirlwind, Tyrion opened his eyes in the water, he looked at Dai Lin struggling beside him, stretched out his hand to fix his body, shook his legs, and was about to rush to the sea, but was forcibly stopped by Dai Lin, the admiral pushed Tyrion's arm, and his other hand pointed behind Tyrion.

The Elven Ranger looked back, and there, Prince Derek, who had passed out, was sliding to the bottom of the sea.

Dai Lin's meaning is obvious, give up on him and go to save his son.

At this moment of life and death, the middle-aged man in front of him pleaded not as a king, but as a father.

But Tyrion shook his head at him...

In the fragments of memory that remained in his mind, Dai Lin would not die in the Second Orc War, just like Tyrion said, his fate is not here, as for his son, unfortunately, maybe the brave prince was killed in this naval battle, and the two people are too far apart, in this turbulent tide, even if Tyrion gives up Dai Lin now, he may not be able to save Drake.

"This is fate, fate that cannot be changed..."

Tyrion forcibly rushed to the surface of the sea with the admiral in his arms, and even from the coldest and most rational point of view, saving a king was far more valuable than saving a prince.

But just before he rushed to the surface of the sea, he turned his head sharply, and saw a red figure rushing towards Drake, it was Theron...

Tyrion watched as Lotherma picked up Drake and rushed to the surface, his eyes narrowing at this moment...

Destiny... Changed?

"Poof"

The two men rushed out of the sea, Tyrion breathed heavily, and when he looked up, he saw General Gavin Rad and the fearless sailors who had braved the storm and rushed into the war zone, the general of Stormwind threw his fishing nets at the two men and dragged them to the boat, while Dareen struggled to sit up, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Lotherma and Drake being rescued on another ship.

It was only then that the mortally wounded warrior king felt the weakness that came from all over his body, and he gritted his teeth and endured the blackened world before his eyes, and before he fell unconscious, the king grabbed Tyrion's arm and said in a deep voice:

"Thank you, Ranger, you and your friends saved our father and son 2 times... Now, Kurtilas... I owe you 2 a favor! ”

"Whoa"

In the distant sea, the screams of the young dragon made Tyrion look back, the human survivors were rescued into rafts, and some soldiers wrapped chains around the young dragon's body, as if trying to drag it back to South Seas.

In the distant sky, the brewing of the storm has reached its final stage.

Four hours later, outside the town of Nanhai, a parting was underway.

A not-so-big storm was raging, but on the town's docks, some soldiers were sneaking around feeding a giant beast.

It was the wounded young dragon that had been dragged back by General Gavin Rad before the storm to be delivered to Lordaeron as trophies.

The red scales had been pitted in battle, the Admiral's final blow had torn its left wing almost entirely, and now, locked to the dock with its stout chains, and most of its body submerged in water, it seemed to have made some pact with the humans, and it had gone from rage to weakness, and no longer thought of escaping.

It was somewhat uninteresting in the face of the meat thrown into the water by the soldiers, but that didn't change the enthusiasm of the soldiers.

As an all-knowing invisible prophet, Tyrion had little interest in the young dragon, and he rolled over and rode his Queldore horse, behind him, 70 elven rangers ready to leave.

"I left 30 men here to guard our compatriots..."

Tyrion looked at Lotherma condescendingly, and he whispered:

"I've done what I promised you, and I hope you don't let me down, Theron..."

Lotherma put her fist to her chest and whispered:

"Swear in my family's name, I will do it! Have a nice trip, Tyrion! ”

"Maybe next time, I'll call you Lord Lord."

Tyrion and Lothmar made a small joke, and after this battle, the awkward friendship between the two changed slightly, and at least it was no longer strangers.

"I should go, I should be back at camp by midnight... Remember what I said, Lotharma, if possible, tell your prince about the war between humans and orcs, and get involved less, it won't do Quel'Thalas any good! ”

With that, Tyrion jumped to the horse's head, and with the neighing of the horses, the 70 rangers set out on their way home.

Lotherma stood in place, watching Tyrion leave, he still had some complications in his heart about this student who was known as the best student of the Ranger General, not only because in the Ranger Academy, Tyrion pressed him everywhere, but more importantly, after this incident, Lotherma keenly felt that Tyrion, a guy who seemed very selfish on the surface... seems to have an extraordinary attachment to fate.

"What the hell have you been through..."

Lotherma shook his head, turned and walked back to the inn in Southsea Town, he was about to rest, and the moment he stepped into the inn, Celon, the captain of the rangers who had been left behind by Tyrion, found Lotherma with an anxious face.

He grabbed Lotherma by the arm and pulled him out of town, where there was a large pit filled with orc corpses thrown by the soldiers.

For these damned aggressors, no one even wants to give them a final place of peace.

"Look here! Captain Lotherma..."

Ignoring the disgusting blood, Celent jumped into the pile of corpses, pointing at a creature who was obviously different from other orcs, and shouted:

"The sailors of the human found him on the shore ... It's a troll, it's a troll mixed in with those orc troop carriers! I checked his tattoo and it's Amani! ”

"Amani?! How did they end up in the orc army?! Are these beasts united with the orcs? ”

Lotherma's eyes widened at this moment, and the next moment, he thought of something more dangerous, and his gaze turned sharply to the northeast:

"Oops! Tyrion's Camp !! ”