"Dai Lin! I... Drake. Prodmore, I'm here to challenge you! ”

The Queen Anne, whose deck was already on fire, was like the last veteran of the war, and even though her body was covered in blood and scars, she was still unwilling to bow to the enemy.

The heavy flagship slammed into the debris floating on the sea in front of it, and in the faster and faster acceleration, the flames on the entire deck of the ship were blown and swayed backwards, the scorching flames scorched the air like a fluttering light curtain, and with most of the ship's firepower destroyed by enemy shelling, there were too few options left for Drake.

And the real pain erupted from the scars of the previous bombardment, and the body of the prince of Kul Tiras swayed, and in the licking of the flames, Drake's military uniform became tattered, the blood spilled all over his chest, his handsome and manly face was covered with black ash and scars, and his straight hair was also made a mess in the scorching fire and bad war.

It's embarrassing, but it's not humble.

He leaned his body with his command knife, and in the charge of the battleship, the prince picked up a golden pocket watch from his chest, the glass of the pocket watch had been shattered, but in the shell of the pocket watch, the magical impression of the inlaid golden girl was still clear, as if she had always been by his side.

"Lucy..."

Drake looked at the image of the girl, and in the eyes illuminated by the flames, a flash of regret disappeared, and the delicate pocket watch fell to the deck at his feet, and when Drake raised his head again, the last of his fears were dispelled.

"I'm sorry..."

The prince uttered the last words, and the sea was filled with the roar of cannons, and the black, beast-like sea beast was less than 300 meters away.

He could already see his father's expression, and even the ice-blue eyes, which were empty, but seemed to contain the whole world.

The duel between the Father and the Son... Coming soon...

"Boom"

On the eve of the collision of the two warships, on the seashore beyond the sea, a white light pierced the rolling night like a long sword, so that both Dai Lin and Drake couldn't help but turn their heads, and then they saw Gianna wrapped in warm white light, that was Dai Lin's daughter, that was Drake's sister, that was a woman as important to the two men who were fighting for life and death in front of them.

"I don't allow..."

Gianna held the pendant of the silver anchor suspended in the palm of her hand in both hands, she was like the queen of light, the rippling tide surrounded her feet in a swirling posture, behind that slender figure, a trace of long white hair mixed with gold fluttered in the air, she could feel the power reverberating in her palm about to reach its peak, she could feel a strange door about to open.

The princess of Kul Tiras cried out at this moment:

"I won't allow you to kill each other... Tamrid... Come back! I need you... The Proudmoore family needs you! Come back and stop this! ”

"My brother, come back!"

Gianna's voice became more and more sharp, and at the last shout, the sound like a mournful roar spread throughout the sea, and the scorching sea breeze rolled abruptly at this moment, and the icy sea seemed to feel some kind of impending miracle, and on the surface of the mist-wrapped open sea, a large maelstrom like a city surged wildly.

Between the rolling tides like giant beasts swallowing water, behind Dai Lin's fleet of dead souls, a huge fleet that had appeared as if it had appeared in the Endless Storm slowly appeared above the surface of the sea in the strange wind.

It wasn't just the Third and Fourth Fleets of Kurtilas, but also the warships that had been lost in the storm of this sea for hundreds of years, the warriors who were still alive, but had been forgotten by the world, they came from all corners of the world, their homeland had even been annihilated by the flow of time, but they were still ... After the strange power stood still, the curse of the old man was completely removed.

"Fleet! Listen to me! ”

Standing on the bridge of the Third Fleet's flagship "Jackdaw". The moment Proudmoor entered this sea area, he saw the battleship that was burning with flames and charging on the surface of the sea beyond the fog, and he couldn't see the big brother standing on the battleship, but he could see the flag hanging on the top of the battleship.

That's the flag of Kul Tiras.

There is no need to explain, there is no need to wait and see, the warriors who have returned from the rift in the world already know their mission.

His loud voice resounded on the dead sea:

"The enemy is ahead! Artillery aiming! ”

"In the name of Kul Tiras... Fire! ”

"Boom, boom, boom, boom"

The cannonballs from the rear swept through the entire fleet of dead souls like a storm of flames without warning, and when Tanred returned with the lost fleet, Dai Lin looked back with a feeling, his fleet was attacked in the belly, but it was not injured, and a moment later, an undisguised smile flashed in the cold eyes of the Admiral of the Dark Blade.

"It's nice... It's good that Tyrion didn't cheat on me..."

"It's all here... My sons and daughters, all are here... A family feast, it's really nostalgic! ”

The golden sword in Dai Lin's hand, wrapped in strange darkness and blood-red light, split in two, and the moment the general grasped the ocean evil blade, the clear night sky above everyone's heads suddenly changed at this moment, the sea breeze strengthened more than three times in a few seconds, and layers of dark clouds floated above the sea, like a demon sealed by the sea about to get out of trouble.

The Sea Throne made a gurgling sound of swallowing water, and the battleship connected to Dai Lin's soul seemed to have just woken up at this moment, and in the roar that echoed in its body, Admiral Darkblade's body slowly rose in the raging storm and dark mist, and he held two swords in his hand like the god of the angry sea had descended, and even in his eyes, the sparks of the storm reverberated.

"Come on, then!"

"Challenge me! Descendants of Prodmoor, let me see if you are qualified... Rule the seas! ”

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"Fate and fortune, life and death, destruction and rebirth..."

In the clouds thousands of meters above Whispering Harbor, the two Blood Mages who had not been seen for a long time, and who were the first to follow Tyrion, Salensevenn and Ottem, stayed in the thin air in a relaxed manner, neither participating in the tragic siege on the land below, nor trying to interfere with the "family gathering" on the sea.

They were like observers on the outside, looking at the war-torn world over northern Tirisfa.

Saiwen's gaze slowly withdrew from the sea covered with storms and dead frost, and he said with some regret:

"Dai Lin is really a guy who is favored by the sea... He found the legendary relics buried deep in the sea of dark light, fate and luck, tsk, it's really people... Eat one's heart out. ”

"There's nothing to be jealous of."

Ottem looked very open, the blood mage who had completely turned into an alchemy master reached out and flicked his cuffs, and he said with an indifferent face:

"Those two swords are cursed, although the wielder will become a real sea demon king, but with every swing, they will drain the flesh and blood of their master, and more importantly, they have no soul, they are even more savage and evil than the apocalypse..."

"I'm more curious than the cursed sword, whether Dai Lin will show mercy to his children, I think... I think so. ”

"He'll be the second Danas!"

Severn said in a decisive tone:

"The more indifferent the person on the outside, the more burning the heart, when our boss selects his subordinates, in fact, they all follow his template, the so-called things gather by like, people by groups, that's the truth, for that result, I'm not surprised."

"Shh

Saiwen was about to continue, but was interrupted by Autumn, the alchemist closed his eyes, brought the ring on his finger close to his ear, and seemed to listen to the sound coming from the ring, and after a moment, he turned to his companion and said:

"The time has come! The boss doesn't want to wait any longer... Let's go! ”

"Tsk. Actually, seriously. ”

The figures of the two blood mages began to float backwards, and in the cold wind high in the air, Severn said in the spirit link of Sarein:

"It's actually quite interesting to watch such a trapped beast deathmatch..."

"Restrain your bad tastes."

Otem retorted, and the next moment, the two blood mages opened their cuffs, and a series of small purple spars flew out of their sleeves, but they did not immediately fall into the sky, but under the support of magic power, they slowly formed a huge ring, and after the last spar returned to its place, the ring composed of this hedron was like a complex magic circle, and began to emit a light purple halo in the air at a height of thousands of meters.

It's like a summoning array, but in reality, it's not summoning anything, on the contrary, it's a cumbersome thing, just for positioning, and that's it.

"Whoa, whoa"

The purple ring in the sky directly above Whisper Harbor attracted the attention of the dwarven knights in the city below, and only a few seconds later, a team of griffin knights roared into the air, holding in their hands a small silver flying hammer, under the special power system of the brute hammer dwarves, this small flying hammer can even smash a thunderous trajectory in the sky.

But in the face of the griffin knights who were roaring up, seeing them fiercely pounce on the suspended circle behind them, the two blood mages hovering in the air had no intention of protecting the circle at all, on the contrary, they quickly retreated in the pursuit of the griffin, as if they were afraid of what was about to appear.

At the same time, in the swirling halo of the dark portal that had been open for years, in the scorching wasteland in the southernmost part of the Eastern Continent, a huge black hill-like building suspended in the sky slowly transferred from the world of Draenor to Azeroth, which was like a real city, and it flew silently, and on the surface of the dark building, there were some ancient murals carved into it.

Under the very smooth part of the city, thousands of polished Episis hedrons shone with a dim light in the continuous energy supply of the core of the flying city, and within tens of seconds after entering the new world of Azeroth, the light of the hedron under the huge flying city also seemed to be artificially manipulated, transforming from a dull luster to a lilac.

The Dark Temple, the symbol of the Darkblade Legion's domination in the world of Draenor, is the land of Darkblade's reign wherever the shadow of the Black Fortress reigns.

Inside the temple, in the hall of the energy core of the floating city, a familiar figure was standing behind the busy ghosts, and on the screen carved with a huge gem in front of her eyes, the scene of the northernmost battlefield on the continent was being displayed, and after seeing the purple circle floating in the air in the picture, the tall, slender, bumpy figure shook his hair.

In the flutter of the hoof's long white hair, Iriel, who had returned from his injuries, gave the order in a magnetic voice.

"The positioning is complete!"

"The space jump begins... Target Whisper Coast. ”

"In order to... The glory of the Dark Blade! ”

"Whoa!"

At this moment, the space around the huge Dark Temple was distorted, the entire surface of the city was shrouded in a layer of purple light, the magic power output of the core energy Dalaran Eye was increased to the limit, the light entering it was distorted, and the hair of the elite knights who were eternally stationed at the Dark Gate were blown up, and in their calm gaze, the 24 magic hubs of the behemoth in the sky ignited purple flames at the same time, like a miracle rippling in the night.

"Space-time mapping is normal! Mana Hub output is normal! The fort defense layer is normal! Spatial distortion is opening up! Countdown to 5 seconds! ”

“5”

“4”

“3”

Iriel's gaze grew brighter and brighter at the hollow countdown sound of Draenei's ghostman, and at the moment the countdown ended, the Death Lord's eyes lit up, and the moment the purple light illuminated the entire Cursed Land, the huge mountain-like fortress in the sky was still gone.

The surrounding space seemed to be dug through, and after the disappearance of the Dark Temple, the repair of the space itself and the filling of the interior filled the air with a dim light, like electricity.

In the sky above Whispering Harbor, the valiant griffin knights raised their silver flying hammers in their hands, and in their roar, the whistling warhammers brought out dazzling thunder in the air, smashing into the circle of purple light that was getting brighter and brighter, and in their eyes, it seemed that they had seen the scene of the circle being completely destroyed.

However...

"Bang Dang"

The whistling hammer slammed into the halo-entangled outer wall of the Dark Temple in the next second, making a low crashing sound, and then, like their masters, were easily torn apart in the space storm set up by the ultimate conveyor belt that crossed the world... Splinter.

"Spatial distortion is off! The city defense weapons are activated..."

The purple halo that enveloped the Dark Temple dissipated little by little, and in the shadows of the hills in the sky that were three circles larger than the Whispering Harbor below, everyone felt it... Despair.

"In the name of Your Majesty..."

Irel looked indifferently at the purple shield held up by the city below, and she whispered:

"Destroy it..."