"Boom"

On the war-torn plains, cannonballs fired from the walls of Whispering Harbor streaked across the night sky and finally smashed on the heads of the Darkbladed Undead in a line.

The solid cannonball bounced on the ground like a ball kicked by naughty children, but every creature that stood in its way would be easily torn apart until the fuse in the cannonball ignited the gunpowder inside, and then burst into a scorching flame, swallowing several of the surrounding undead infantry.

These old guns have extremely limited lethality, and even after the explosion, it is difficult to affect more soldiers, compared to the newly reequipped howitzers of the Darkblade Legion, this thing is like an old man staggering forward on the battlefield.

For every shell fired by the human artillery, the Darkblade Legion's position could shoot at least 3 shells, and the accuracy was higher, but the legion commander did not aim the cannon at the human soldiers who were fighting fiercely on the battlefield, but raised the muzzle of the cannon and aimed it at the walls of Whispering Harbor.

The commander of the artillery unit who commanded the battle at the front, Celant. Firewing knew very well that once the walls of Whispering Harbor fell, the army of the undead would be able to march straight into the city, and at that time, no matter how brave and desperate the soldiers under Lothar's command were, they would not be able to stop the all-out attack of several warbands.

Another problem is that Lothar's strategic vision is too outstanding, the width of the battlefield in front of Whispering Harbor is very narrow, and the location of this port is just between the cols at the foot of the mountain, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack to the extreme, and it is impossible to take the city wall, which means that the numerical advantage of the undead is difficult to turn into crushing combat power.

The only difference is that there is no bridge that can be destroyed in this place, and the undead who have advantages in both quantity and quality can only attack in the way Lothar envisioned, which greatly limits the combat ability of the undead, and the sky force has also been almost suicidally obstructed by the human air force.

The dwarven knights who fought like chickens would even go crazy to the point of dying, with bombs and bone dragons... And this is not a small probability event, the human mages scattered all over the city walls have also propped up a purple magical barrier over Whispering Harbor, so that the more nimble necrow people have no way to achieve results with bombing tactics.

The city near the sea is almost like a turtle shell.

In short, in the last battle of this northern frontier, Lothar and his soldiers have given up everything, and under the real no-retreat, they have burst out in this night to make the undead feel a toothache, and it seems that after every soldier on the battlefield has begun to play with their lives, the silent and indifferent undead do not seem to be so terrible.

Despite the superiority of the battle, every commander who is still in his right mind knows that when the blood and courage of the soldiers begin to dissipate due to time reasons, that is when the truly difficult battle begins.

Now this little result, whether for humans or the undead, is just an appetizer.

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There was a fight on the battlefield outside the Whispering Harbor, and there was also a panic in the port inside the city, and the final battle had begun, and both civilians and seafarers knew very well that the soldiers of the Empire were using their lives to buy them time to transfer, so every ship in the dock, as long as there was a vacancy, would lower the planks and suspension ladders, and load the civilians crowded on the dock.

When one is full, it will leave the dock as fast as possible, and another ship will follow in, and even a small sampan will be full of civilians, departing from the dock to the vicinity of those ships that cannot enter the port.

The entire harbor was bustling with people under the light of giant searchlights, and every now and then the unlucky ones were squeezed off the dock and fell into the icy waters, and no one would take the initiative to save them in such a critical situation.

"Admiral, this will not work, we simply do not have enough ships!"

Drake in a blue captain's suit. Promodel looked at the chart in front of him with a solemn expression, and beside him, his first mate, Saunders. Colonel Valentine reported the situation of the fleet with an anxious face:

"We've just searched all the ships in the harbor, and scholars have calculated several times that even if every ship was full of civilians, it wouldn't be able to take all the people in the harbor away... I can't even take a third of it with me! ”

"Ballast is removed from every ship! Let the able-bodied men go to the bottom to stay so that they can take more. ”

Drake said in a deep voice:

"Let the sailors tie the people on deck with cables, so that they can take some with them too!"

"It's too dangerous, Admiral, so that in the event of a naval battle, those men in the bottom warehouse will..."

Colonel Sanders retorted, and as a result, he saw the indifference in Drake's eyes:

"Execute the order! First mate, I don't think these undead will allow us to run a second time, and we have to make difficult choices in the worst-case scenario. ”

"The security will be left to the Kurtiras First and Second Fleets, and I will take our sailors to clear them of all dangers on the seas, and what they have to do is to sail smoothly until these civilians are safely delivered to Kurtiras or Torbarad! Bring my words to the captain of every ship, even if the artillery emplacements are removed and every ship is dragged to the sampan, load me with the last man! Do you understand? ”

"It's... This..."

The young first mate was speechless, but the words "Grass and human life" were clearly written on his face, and for these seafarers who had been walking on the sea all year round, he knew very well what the admiral's order meant.

The empire's "emigrant" fleet was mostly conscripted merchant ships, which could carry up to 100 people in addition to the necessary sailors and technical crews, and the goblin merchant ships and pirate ships could carry 200-300 people, depending on the type, and the merchant ships belonging to Count Barov and other noble merchants were the standard models produced by the Kurtiras shipyard, and there were 400 more people at full capacity.

The nearly 40 troop carriers that Kurtilas and the other kingdom's fleets put together were the largest, each carrying nearly 800 people at a time.

But the problem is that what is now loaded on the ship is not a cargo that can be exposed to the wind and the sun, but people! It's the fragile people...

These fully loaded merchant ships are like unstable bombs suspended on the surface of the sea, as long as there is a slight wind and grass, even a little wind and waves, it is enough to kill an entire shipload of people, although with the help of the remnants of the sea tide sages who have undergone the Great Purge of Kul Tiras, these ships are unlikely to be flooded by the storm, but it is not difficult to imagine the difficulty and madness of this transportation.

"Sanders, I know you're going to think I'm crazy, but listen to me, we have to do it!"

Admiral Drake raised his head and looked at the portrait of his father Dai Lin hanging in his cabin, he subconsciously clenched the command knife at his waist, and he said in a deep voice:

"Times have changed, Kurtilas can no longer exist independently of the Empire, we are part of the Empire, and now we must give our strength to our common nation... Do whatever it takes! ”

"Ding, Ding, Ding"

The nautical bell placed on the ship "Queen Anna", the flagship of the First Fleet, Admiral Derek, rang in a low voice, causing the whole dock to ring a shrill bell, indicating that the fleet was about to set sail, and the civilians who stayed on the dock and wailed were stopped by the guards to prevent them from rushing into the sea in excitement.

But the crying, the shouting, the roar, made the heavily armed guards and paladins, and the civilians on the deck of the fleet who escaped silently, and there were many parents in the crowd holding their children aloof, shouting, trying to let the sailors take their children, some civilians who could not bear to hold hands, in the steady current set off by the sages of the tide, when the ships were moving slowly, they stretched out most of their bodies beyond the deck, and in the swaying, trying to take more children as much as they could.

For a while, the sharp cries of the children who left their parents' hands rang out, and Gianna, who was standing on the bridge of the Queen Anna, couldn't help but clench her staff, and the sensual ** teacher turned her head and tried not to see the apocalyptic scene.

In this icy night, the world threw the most terrible nightmare on the head of human civilization.

"It's me who is too weak..."

Gianna muttered to herself in the cold wind, leaning limply against the side of the ship, her fingers clasping her staff, and even a trace of green tendons between her fingers.

"If that night... I could have killed Tyrion that night... If... It won't... It wouldn't be like this..."

She closed her eyes and let the tears run down her cheeks, her fingers clenching the pendant of the silver anchor fluttering across her chest, the only relic her father had handed her away.

"Father... If I were stronger..."

In the night behind her, in the sky beyond Whispering Harbor, on the battlefield where the undead and the warriors were fighting, the roar of artillery seemed to hide the despair that flowed silently in the darkness.

And at the moment when the fleet of nearly 300 large and small ships sailed out of the sea off the Whispering Harbor, bypassed the strait of the Tirisfa Mountains, and was about to enter the endless sea, the creator seemed to hear Gianna's prayer, and in the strange fog that shrouded the open sea, a huge, dark and familiar warship slowly rose from the bottom of the sea, like a swordsman blocking the way, blocking the front of this huge fleet.

"Whoa, whoa"

The icy sea slapped against the hull of the resurrected Sea Kingship, and the black, no longer like a simple wooden hull, reverberated like steel, which was at least three turns larger than the previous battleship, sailing in the fog, no... Everywhere it went, the rising icy mist enveloped the sea behind it.

On the bridge of the ship, which was covered with seaweed and strange deep-sea parasites, a black figure stood like a sculpture, he seemed to be the only one on the whole ship, those deep mist wrapped around his body, and beyond the black, ornate, unwrinkled captain's uniform, the cold hand with black gloves was gripping the hilt of a golden eerie war knife.

Dai Lin hummed a low, hoarse ballad, his humming mixed with the icy tide and rolled over the dark sea, and the familiar song soon crossed the surface of the sea and entered the cabin of the flagship of the First Fleet in front of him.

Admiral Drake, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, raised his head suddenly, he grabbed his blue captain's hat and command knife and rushed onto the bridge, on the deck, it was already full of dazed soldiers, and on the bridge, Drake's sister, ** Shi Gianna, was also on a staff, looking at the sea shrouded in fog in front of him, and the black giant battleship looming in the fog.

"What's that?"

Drake placed his hand on his sister's shoulder, who shook his head blankly, not noticing that the silver anchor pendant hanging from her neck was already glowing.

"It's... This song, this hum, this is... Daughter of the sea? ”

Drake has traveled the Endless Sea with his father since he was a child, and he has seen many strange things happening on the sea, including the legends of those ghost ships, but Drake never believed in them, and he even dismantled several ships infected with evil magic with his own hands, but this one...

"Holy light, this is even greater than my father's sea kingship... Wait, this ship..."

The Admiral's eyes widened, he turned his head to look at his sister, Gianna was even more dumbfounded, and in the mage's remarkable vision, she could clearly see the familiar, but darkened, figure standing on the bridge of the empty ship.

"Father..."

"What?"

"I said... That's the father... You read that right, brother, that is indeed the Throne of the Sea! ”

The Kurtiras First Fleet stopped at the edge of the foggy open sea, the battle horn resounded throughout the fleet, and the Second Fleet of Kurtilas behind them quickly caught up, while the merchant ships full of civilians were ordered to retreat to a safe distance. In a slightly trembling voice, Proudmore shouted through amplification magic:

"This is the Kurtilas fleet, the ships ahead! Announce your identity! ”

The sound reached Dai Lin's ears, causing the admiral to snort with disdain, and his leather boots tapped on the deck under his feet, like a signal, and the next moment, under the stunned gaze of Derek and Gianna, in the fog behind the black giant ship, one after another silent battleships slowly "crawled" out from under the sea.

Like the undead who crawled out of the tomb, just in an instant, beyond the mist-shrouded open sea, Kul Tiras's two fleets were surrounded by ghost ships several times their size.

Twin blue or dark red soul fires lit on the decks of the ghost ships, and under the dead gaze of the deep sailors, the living people of both fleets sailed into the abyss of the sea as if they had unknowingly sailed into the abyss of the sea.

"My sons and daughters..."

The familiar sound came from the deck of the black giant, and the footsteps in the darkness seemed to be stepping on everyone's heartstrings.

"I'd love to tell you how much I miss you... I'd love to see you sail the seas with my own eyes... But..."

"The dead... Can't speak. ”

Dai Lin's figure finally appeared in the eyes of Drake and Gianna, their father holding a dark gold war knife entwined with black smoke, and said in a voice that felt cold to the bone:

"Come, descendants of Prodmoor... My dearest children..."

"Come and be tested by the sea."