"Quick! Hurry up! ”

Standing on the bridge of his flagship "Sea Kingship", Dai Lin. Prodmore no longer had the personable image he once had, and within 2 days he had returned from the town of the South Seas to Coultiras, and the admiral had pushed almost every sailor in his two fleets to the extreme.

This is already an unimaginable ultra-high speed in the era of sailing.

At this time, watching the land he loved be enveloped in the smoke of gunpowder and the destructive clouds of war, King Kul Tiras's hair was scattered, his face was gloomy, and his voice was hoarse, and he was as restless as an angry lion, walking back and forth on the bridge.

"Faster!"

His roar sounded over the deck again, and the sailors were silently busy on the deck, removing the guns from the sides and piling up the shells in a specific area, and the sailors fighting on land were repairing their weapons, each with undisguised anger on their faces.

Anyone who hears that their homeland has been taken by the enemy should feel angry.

And under the cabins of these two fleets, there are also paladins assembled by the Knights of the Silver Hand, as well as the most courageous infantry in the Empire, the Great Sword Knights of the Arathso Empire, dwarven mortarists who like to fiddle with explosives, and some elven rangers who are good at long-range assassination.

This is a fleet armed to the teeth, a fleet full of vengeful fury, the human empire has lost the kingdom of Stormwind and Kazmodan, and no sane person can no longer allow Kurtilas to fall under the iron hooves of the undead.

However, the will is one thing, anger is another, reality is another.

Now, two of the three large islands in the mainland of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras have been infiltrated and occupied by the undead, even if Dai Lin is unwilling to give up like this, even if the empire is willing to help, it is also difficult to drive the undead into the sea in a short period of time.

"See Pelares! Just ahead! ”

The shouts of the navigator lifted the spirits of everyone on deck, but the moment the fleet crossed the col of the Strait of Tiragad, and saw the dead city emitting black smoke in the distance, everyone fell into an eerie silence.

The pearl of Kurtiras, the great port city that symbolizes freedom, was destroyed, and the once bustling port was left with a few brainless walking corpses cleaning up the ruins, and the battle flag of Kurtilas, which had been hanging in the port square, fluttering in the wind, was also removed and replaced by a black, ominous Broken Blade Flag.

This scene made Dai Lin's fingers slam against the fence of the bridge in front of him, and in the click of it, the king's eyes burst with light like a real burning flame.

"Blasting those ships away!"

Dai Lin pulled out the command knife at his waist and shouted:

"Open the harbor and shoot every shell! Tell the undead that we're back! ”

"Click, click, click"

With the two fleets collectively turning the rudder on the sea beyond the Strait of Tiragad, the wooden ships made a clicking sound under the pressure of great pressure, the tall portholes on both sides of the battleship were opened, and a gun with a black glow was pushed into the gun position, and the most powerful flagship, the "Sea Kingship", reached a staggering 35 guns on one side alone, plus the temporary placement of guns on the deck, this battleship could send any enemy in front of it into hell with a single salvo.

The admiral himself raised the red signal flag, he stared at the city that belonged to him, but had been thrown into hell, and the next moment, the blood-red signal flag in his hand slammed down.

"Boom Boom Boom"

Like the furious thunder rising from the sea, the whistling hot cannonballs pulled out a sharp hiss in the air, making a splash on the sea, but also successfully destroyed the pirate ships and merchant ships that were controlled by the undead and deliberately blocked at the entrance to the port, this is the "fleet" that Tyrion assembled in 2 days, he found all the ships that could be used, and equipped them with the undead.

The King of the Dark Blades didn't have the luxury of defeating the Armada of Kul Tiras with such a patchwork fleet, he just wanted to see for himself the power of the Armada.

And now, he sees it.

A salvo from the First Fleet sent a third of the hastily organized ships of the undead fleet into the icy sea, and the undead fleet's counterattack was sparse, and the indiscriminate flying cannonballs failed to hit even a single supply ship, and the splash of water flying everywhere on the sea was like a mockery.

Laughing at the incompetence of the undead.

The strength of the Kurtiras Armada was fully reflected in this wave of shelling, and compared to the Land Corps, the navy, an army that requires extremely high quality, with the current composition of the undead, is obviously still a little unplayable.

A few minutes later, the calibrated First Fleet's guns opened fire again, and this time, the remaining ships were shrouded in a rain of bullets falling from the sky, and no matter how hard the Death Knights who operated the ships, they could not get themselves and their ships further away from the roaring hell.

And this scene of being fought by the Kurtilas people on the sea without fighting back, completely fell into the eyes of Tyrion who was standing in the corner of the city in the distance, and the eyes of the King of the Dark Blades flashed a trace of unwillingness, but as he himself said, this time he came to Kurtiras, he came alone, and only the high-ranking knights of El were entourage, and if there was a Screamer Legion that could occupy air supremacy, he might be able to fight with Kurtiras's fleet.

But now, in the face of Dai Lin's overwhelming firepower, unless Tyrion himself plays, the undead who are clinging to the port area have no chance.

"I feel more and more that Darkblade desperately needs a true admiral."

Tyrion said to the El Knight, who stood behind him:

"The navy of Kurtiras is a great threat, and we must have the same forces in our hands to confront it, and how long has it been since I have encountered such a war that has been crushed without respite? What a terrible experience! ”

"We have the Crimson Sword, Your Majesty."

The El Knight comforted his king in a soft voice: "I have seen that fleet with my own eyes, it is protected by the fog of war, it can even dive under the sea if necessary, and the firepower is completely enough to fight the fleet of the Kurtiras, they are just not here, if we are more prepared, even if it is Dai Lin, don't think so easily..."

"Are you comforting me? Al. ”

Tyrion interrupted the High Knight with a wave of his hand, and he whispered:

"Am I so vulnerable in your eyes? Don't make excuses for our failures, losing is losing! As for the Crimson Sword? The comparison on paper doesn't mean much, that ghost fleet is just a toy in my opinion... It lacks a soul, it lacks a true core. ”

The King of the Blades stared at the armada that was slowly leaning against the cleared docks and began to march towards the ground, and he looked at the king who pounced on the harbor square with his brave sailors like tigers, and he whispered:

"But it doesn't matter, soon, it'll be complete."

The El Knight was silent for a moment, and then he asked in a low voice:

"And now? Your Majesty, what are we going to do with these angry Kul Tiras? ”

"Evacuate the city, the most basic rule of war, don't fight the enemy on their territory."

Tyrion glanced back at the dim Beralas one last time, and he turned and walked towards the exit of the city:

"Array on the ground outside the city, as long as Dai Lin and his soldiers dare to come to see me, let them see our advantages! By the way, those remaining mines are ready to use, and before leaving, it may be better to leave some "gifts" for old friends. ”

"Let's go, Al, Kurtilas is just a second battlefield of distraction, its victory or not will not play a decisive role, we should go back to the mainland, we should go back to the real battlefield, I hope humanity is ready."

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"The undead have retreated? They withdrew from the city? ”

Standing at the entrance to the Strongmore Fortress, the Admiral listened to the scout's report, and at this moment, his forehead was full of wrinkles, and with what he knew about the Darkblade Undead, they should not have retreated so easily.

"Maybe they saw the power of the First Fleet, and the dead were afraid."

Prince Drake, who followed behind his father, whispered:

"The destruction of the toy fleet they had assembled with two rounds of artillery should have dampened their confidence and made them understand that Kurtilas's fleet could not be stopped at sea."

"Nope! Don't think so, Drake! ”

Dai Lin looked at his son sternly, and he said in a deep voice:

"Never overestimate yourself, never underestimate your enemies, especially against an opponent like the undead, who will not be afraid! If they retreat, it just means that they are brewing another attack! ”

"Drake, take the Marines and the Paladins who come to clear the entire city, establish a frontline defense, and I don't want to see any undead disturb us while the civilians move."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Prince Drake subconsciously straightened up and accepted the order, and after a while, he hurried away with his guards, while Dai Lin walked into the fortress of Proudmore with some concern.

"Catherine, my dear, hold on, it won't hurt soon."

The king looked at the haggard queen in front of him, there was undisguised distress in his eyes, and Queen Catherine was obviously in pain, the Chaldean Archbishop who came with the army was changing her bandages, the cut wound was already seriously infected, the strength of the local sea tide sages was more inclined to attack and defense, and in terms of healing, the power from the sea was not as significant as the Holy Light.

But even in her anguish, Queen Catherine's hand clasped her husband's hand tightly, and with tears in her sad eyes, she whispered:

"Dai Lin, I forgot something, something very important... I can't forgive myself. ”

"Don't talk, don't talk... Shrewd. ”

The king reached out to hold the fragile queen in his arms, as a husband he failed in his duty, and as a king, he also let his people down for the first time in the battle of the undead to destroy Pelallus.

This was very painful for Dai Lin, and after the Chaldean priest quietly left the room, the king and queen snuggled together, enjoying the quiet time that belonged to the two of them.

Unlike the tense relationship between other kings and queens, Dai Lin and Catherine have a really good relationship, and they can definitely be called a husband and wife.

"The undead have retreated, Drake and I are back, we won't leave, just fight them to the end on our land! And then take back our lost land bit by bit. ”

Dai Lin stroked his wife's hair, he kissed her on the forehead, and whispered:

"This time, we won't leave you again."

"Dai Lin, listen to me."

Queen Catherine no longer had the posture of a strong woman at this time, she leaned obediently into her husband's arms, she took Dai Lin's hand, and whispered:

"We should have another son... I'm not crazy, really, I remember it well... I just, I just forgot his name... He's missing with the Fourth Fleet, we're going to get him back, we're going to get him back! ”

Dai Lin's eyes narrowed.

"Drake told me the same thing more than once, and he remembered that he should have a younger brother, and before I left, I met Anna in Dalaran, and our daughter said the same... And I, in last night's dream, I saw his back, but, does that really exist? Or, is that just our fantasy? ”

Obscure thoughts appeared in the king's mind, and finally, he sighed.

"What an eventful time."

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"You're a busy man, Mr. Chaldeans, and it's so hard to see you."

The night in the Strait of Tiragad was colder than the mainland, and among the ruins outside the city, under a hill only a few thousand yards away from the front-line defense belt established by Imperial soldiers, two men in black hoods looked at each other at a distance of 5 meters.

The Chaldean priest's fingers clasped the purple dagger at his waist, and he looked vigilantly at the King of the Dark Blades in front of him, and he asked in a deep voice:

"What are you going to see me for? Besides, the vampires lurking in the empire are yours, right? ”

"That matter aside, it's just a casual shadow."

Tyrion waved his hand, he skimmed the topic and said:

"Take your finger off the hilt of Saratath, Shadow Priest, that blade is dangerous, but you can't control her, and if we're not mistaken, she should have advised you the same, right?"

The Darkblade King's gaze fell on the purple alien dagger at the Chaldean priest's waist, and he waved his hand at the dagger in a tone of greeting from a new friend:

"Hey, mysterious Fifth Old God, Miss Saratas, what are you whispering to Mr. Chaldea?"