The rangers who stayed behind in Nanhai Town cheered when they saw the phoenix flag held high, most of these rangers were from the Far Wanderer Legion, and their leader was called Aurelia. Windranger, is Tyrion's mentor and adoptive mother, Liresa. The eldest daughter of Windranger and the titular sister of Tyrion.

Honestly, at least a third of Tyrion's adventurous support is due to this name.

"Whoosh"

The familiar rain of arrows once again streaked across the sky, and in the eyes of Gavinrad, who had escaped death, the rain of arrows flying in the sky was like the most beautiful scenery in the world, and it fell from the sky, like a forest growing on the ground... A forest with death and blood.

Orcs, as the name suggests, are a group of humanoid creatures like beasts, they have a much higher body and strength than humans, green skin, open muscles, fangs that stick out of their lips, thick skin, savage and aggressive personalities, and are generally more threatening than trolls.

They are invaders from another world, who came to Azeroth, supposedly in search of a new home, but judging from the way they fought wildly, overturning half of the continent, these berserk creatures have absolutely nothing to do with peace.

Unfortunately, they don't have the superhuman healing power of trolls, so in the face of the rain of arrows from the High Elves, after four waves of extremely accurate projectiles, the orcs who landed on the harbor were like targets with arrows... It was a jaw-dropping massacre.

"Rush, knights! Kill all these beasts! ”

Gavinrad seized this fleeting opportunity, he shouted excitedly, and the first one rushed forward with a weapon brandish, and slashed with a powerful slash that slashed the two stunned orcs in front of him, blood splattering from their tall bodies, representing the joy of victory.

Behind him, the imposing knights roared and gathered their shields together, rushed forward frantically, and kicked the orcs out of the harbor, and in the icy waters, these fellows were named by the elves with sharp arrows.

At the same time that the last fleeing orc was impaled in the chest, Lady Luck seemed to be pleased by the killing of the Jedi counterattack, and she threw all her divine power on the heads of the Alliance soldiers.

"Boom"

The sound of the battleship's guns tore through the waves of the sea in the smoke of the open sea, Gavinrad raised his head suddenly, and saw two red flames falling from the sky, accurately smashing on the orc troop carrier, and behind the artillery, the shadows of the three battleships appeared far away in the eyes of everyone in Nanhai Town.

"It's Kurtilas's navy!"

Another adjutant wiped the blood from his face and shouted to the general with excitement on his face: "It's Admiral Dai Lin, he's finally here!" The orcs are dead! ”

"yes, the orcs are dead..."

At this time, Gavinrad saw the end of the battlefield, and in joy, he took a step forward, but his body shook for a while, and he sat directly on the ground.

And seeing that Kul Tiras's three heavily armed warships, including Admiral Dai Lin's command ship, sailed into the waters of Nanhai Town, destroying the orc troop transports, which were bombed into tatters, the three alliance warships also slowly approached, preparing to carry out the final blow.

Everything was flipped in an instant, and victory was getting closer and closer to the Alliance, all of which filled the eyes of Gavinrad and the Alliance soldiers who had entrenched themselves in this place, and cheers resounded in the sky.

However, as we all know, Lady Luck is a blue pool, just like the previous despair, this time the joy can not last even five minutes.

"Whoa"

A beastly roar sounded in the sky on the other side of Nanhai Town, this roar made Tyrion raise his head violently, he knew this kind of roar, after looking directly at the sky of the sunwell and seeing the huge blue dragon, he had always remembered it vividly...

Dragon...

It's the roar of a dragon!

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Dragons, legendary creatures recurring in fantasy stories, possess extraordinary strength, crushing magic resistance, and wings that soar through the skies.

In Quel'Thalas's library, there are many stories about dragons, and apart from the overly romanticized conjectures of some mages, dragons are perceived by the elves as powerful, proud, mysterious, and difficult to get along with.

Well, there is actually no difference from the impression of human beings on dragons, the only difference is that in the secret scrolls of the High Elves, there are detailed records of the places where dragons may exist in the world, and Tyrion remembers those places clearly, he can be sure that the hills of Hillsbrad, from ancient times to the present, there is absolutely no existence of dragons!

The closest dragon habitat is in the deepest part of the Hinterland Mountains adjacent to the hills, which is nearly a thousand kilometers away and is beyond the dragon's feeding range.

"What's that sound?"

Gavinrad, the exiled general of Stormwind City, stood up from the blood-soaked harbor with his heavy sword, and saw that the soldiers around him were also at a loss, so he subconsciously looked at the mysterious High Elves.

Apparently, the general believes, the elves must know much more than humans.

Lotherma in red chain mail. Theron and Tyrion beside him glanced at each other, temporarily putting aside the feud between the two, he turned his gaze to the sky, and whispered:

"That's... The roar of the dragon. ”

"Dragons?"

Gavinrad's eyes widened, he had grown up in the land of the Stormwind Kingdom, the only human country in the south of the continent, and the dragon was just an ancient legend in that land, he never imagined that he would see a dragon with his own eyes in his lifetime.

Faced with this situation, the fierce general, who had been loyal to two kings, was a little dazed, he subconsciously followed the gaze of Tyrion and Theron, and looked at the sky, but unfortunately he did not have the strong vision of the elves, he could only see a gray sky, which was a sign of an impending storm at sea.

"Are they here to help us?"

Gavinrad asked in a low voice, and Lotherma shook her head at the slightly childish question, and Tyrion snorted:

"You can use all the words you know to describe dragons, but there can be no two kinds of "zealous" and "kind" in them, they are dragons, and their view of good and evil is different from ours..."

Seeing a huge shadow fly out of the shadows of the sky, at this moment, Tyrion could barely see the soaring dragon through the haze of the sea, his eyes changed slightly, he grabbed Gavinrad in front of him, and whispered:

"If I were you, I'd signal those warships to be on guard..."

"Why?"

Gavin Raad froze for a moment, and behind him, Lotherma's gaze tightened, and he said in a deep voice:

"Because there are people on the backs of those dragons... It's an orc!! ”

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"This shot is really accurate!"

Standing on the aft floor of the deck, Admiral Dai Lin put down the monocular in his hand and threw it to the Grand Knight of Kul Tiras, Cyrus, who was standing beside him, who whispered at the right time:

"That's the artillery operated by Drake himself."

Hearing this, Dai Lin's eyes flashed with satisfaction, he touched his short beard, and looked at the orc troop carrier that was completely sunk by artillery in the distance with some satisfaction, and the eyes of this naval leader in the prime of life suddenly flashed a cold light.

"Send those damn greenskins to hell! Don't give them a chance to get ashore alive! ”

The admiral shook his fist fiercely:

"In the name of the war dead! Musketeers, fire freely! ”

Dai Lin's roar spread throughout the deck, and the flag bearer also signaled the order to the other warships, so for a while, the elite sea warriors of Kul Tiras picked up their muskets and began a free and cruel "hunt".

Since the orcs entered this world through the portal of the dark swamp in the southernmost part of the continent 5 years ago, in just 5 years, their injuries have been stained with the blood of innocent humans, and the Storm Kingdom, one of the seven kingdoms, has been completely attacked by the barbarian orcs, and countless warriors have died tragically on the battlefield.

Despite serving different kings, these Kurtilas sailors are willing to avenge their fellow humans!

"Lately, there have been more and more of these orcs' broken ships."

Dai Lin watched the orcs who fell into the water being killed by the musketeers one by one, he reached out and rubbed his forehead, and said to the silent knight beside him:

"It seems that those orcs are not brainless, they know that the road in the wetlands is not easy to walk, and they also know that we have set up an ambush on the Saldo Bridge, and they are starting to try to attack the northern frontier from the waterway."

"But no one can defeat Kurtilas, led by you, on the sea..."

The Great Knight Cyrus turned his head disapprovingly to look at the orc warship that had been blown into the sea in the distance, and he said in a deep voice:

"Your Majesty, it's time to dock in Nanhai Town, and look at this howling sea breeze, a great storm is converging."

"It's a good storm, this storm will destroy those green skins who don't know what to do for us!"

Dai Lin stretched out his hand with satisfaction, feeling the sea breeze that became turbulent, he took a deep breath and said softly:

"Cyrus, you forgot again, don't call me Your Majesty, I don't like that title... I am now the commander of the navy of the Alliance, and from the time I was born, I knew that I belonged to the sea, so call me Admiral! ”

"Okay."

The loyal knight was a little embarrassed, and after a while, under Dai Lin's feigned angry gaze, he said with a strange expression:

"Mr. Admiral, now give the order to dock!"

"Very good, then let's dock in Nanhai Town!"

The Admiral gave the order and was about to go to the captain's quarters to rest, when a strange roar rang out in the sky above the sea, causing Dai Lin's steps to stop in place.

He looked up at the haze that rose overhead as the storm approached, and in this weather, he couldn't see anything in the clouds.

"What's that? Is it some kind of beast? Cyrus, have you heard this roar before? ”

The admiral looked at his most loyal knight, who had already tightened the hilt of the sailor's sword at his waist, he shook his head, stepped forward, and together with the other three knights, protected the admiral's side, obviously, these loyal knights sensed a faint threat.

"Your Majesty! Look over there! Nanhai Town! ”

The navigator of the wooden schooner shouted to the admiral, his voice distorted in the howling and increasingly violent wind, and in the next moment, Dai Lin looked back in the direction of Nanhai Town, and in the gradually rising sea fog, the hilly harbor seemed a little blurred, but there was a faint fire shining brightly.

"They're flapping the signal flag with torches!"

The Grand Knight Cyrus looked at it for a few seconds, then turned back to the ugly-looking Dai Lin and said, "They're reminding us to be on guard!" There's a threat coming! ”

"Where did you come from?"

The admiral who had just won the battle was a little unimpressed, he looked around to the left and right, the whole sea was already blowing a violent sea breeze, and their opponent had been sent to hell by their own hands just now, where was the danger?

And just then, another roar rang out in the air, this time significantly closer than the last.

The answer is already self-evident...

"In the sky!"

The admirals and loyal knights raised their heads in unison to look at the gloomy sky, and at this moment, a monster covered in red scales, flapping huge wings, shuttling back and forth in the fog of the approaching storm, and a thick tail, four claws, flashed in their eyes.

"It's... Dragon! ”

"Whoa!"

In a roar full of hatred, the originally moist and cold air suddenly became hot at this moment, and the huge fireball that fell diagonally from the sky hit a battleship in front of the flagship, and the sails that could not be closed in the future were ignited, as if the entire ship was set on fire in an instant.

In the fog and howling sea breeze in front of the fleet, the dragon bound by the reins flapped its wings and fell from the sky, suspended in mid-air, its snake-like eyes full of pain, and behind this noble and powerful creature, on its scaly back, sat a dozen heavily armed orcs, how strange this strange scene was.

And with the deep breath of the dragon in front of him, the scorching dragon breath pierced the humid air at this moment, bringing the death that fell from the sky as a gift to these soldiers who were still enjoying the victory, and the death came so quickly that almost in the blink of an eye, the three battleships were covered by the dragon fire that fell from the sky.

When the sails are set on fire, it means that they are completely passive.

"Your Majesty, leave quickly!"

After the flames of the dragon's breath dissipated, the entire deck of the ship was covered with charred corpses, but the battleship made of Kul Tiras's special craftsmanship and special wood survived the dragon's breath, and was not directly ignited as the orcs who manipulated the dragon's attack imagined.

After the dragon flapped its wings and flew back into the sky, the Grand Knight Cyrus dragged Dai Lin to the position of the lifeboat, while Dai Lin struggled frantically:

"Let go of me! Cyrus, let me go! My soldier is dead! That damn dragon! I'm going to kill it! ”

"Only if you are alive, Your Majesty, will it be possible for you to accomplish the feat of slaying the dragon!"

Unmoved, the Grand Knight gave all his allegiance to the royal family, and he valued Dai Lin's life a hundred times more than his own, and he threw the admiral into the wooden lifeboat, and in the howling sea breeze behind him, the damned dragon circled in the air for a week, and once again swooped down towards the fleet.

And this time, the orcs riding on the dragon's back, when they were close to the sea, jumped off the dragon's back one after another, landed on the deck of the battleship panicked by the dragon's appearance, and frantically took the opportunity to slaughter the sailors.

"Cyrus, I have to go back!"

Seeing this, Dai Lin, who was already sitting in the lifeboat, grabbed the short-handled musket at hand and shot an orc in the chest, and the guy struggled for a while, fell on the shaking deck, and finally fell into the water.

The admiral's splendid military uniform was already wet, and his black hair was pressed against his forehead, like an angry sea lion, and he grabbed the arm of the great knight and shouted:

"Drake is still on another ship! Kul Tiras can't afford to lose its prince! ”

"And I... I can't leave my son behind! ”