If you continue to maintain the current altitude, you may be hit by those stealthy flesh bombs zombie empty whales, but if you reduce the flight altitude, the attacks of those exploding black crows will be more intensive, and the target of the opponent's attack is not only the hull, but also the crew on the deck.

However, at this time, Marshal Conrad had no choice after all.

“…… The transport fleet led by Rear Admiral Savern in the back has already begun to retreat, right? "At the time when the fleet began to reduce altitude, the old marshal added.

In addition to the huge battle fleet, there was an even more imposing-looking transport fleet behind them, commanded by Rear Admiral Savern, which carried 30,000 marines and enough supplies for more than 100,000 soldiers and civilians in the city to use for a month. In terms of importance, it even exceeds the echelon of battleships, but the key problem is that if they are separated from the protection of battleships, these big guys will have no ability to protect themselves at all, and they will be completely a huge fat sheep with a hundred miles of fragrance.

"Yes, it is retreating in the direction of the Great Lakes region due north." Lieutenant General Werf nodded, hesitated, and said, "Do you want them to find a wide flat area to drop their troops?" If we had friendly forces from the ground to fight with us, the pressure would be much less. And ......"

The other party didn't say the words after "and", but Sai Xiliu on the side guessed nine times out of ten in the blink of his eyes. The other party is worried that the transport fleet will also be attacked in the same way, rather than letting these 30,000 elite soldiers be rounded up on the transport ship and made into free fall, it is better to put their feet on the ground first, at least this way there is still the strength to fight.

Marshal Conrad glanced at the other man very unceremoniously. It seems to be saying, "You can say this kind of stupid thing." ”

It's really a stupid thing, not to mention that the other side of the mountain is open ground. With an unobstructed view, it is difficult to imagine that the enemy will not place forces nearby. Let more than 30,000 people disembark the whole team. It will take at least a few hours, and what should you do if the enemy suddenly strikes you in the middle of the most chaotic moment when you disembark?

"Accelerate the evacuation of the convoy." The marshal said: "Evacuate to the western part of the Great Lakes and land within the control of the Nords." ”

"Then we ......"

"The arcane energy is still fully supplied to the hull shield, and after the whole fleet floats, continue to move forward to rescue the friendly forces!"

Wilf hesitated, but finally went to give the order. As the chief of staff, no matter how incompetent he was, he finally didn't say such stupid things as "make the whole fleet turn 180 degrees". The fleet of dozens of large and small warships was arranged in a very dense formation. If you make a sudden U-turn, it will inevitably cause chaos for a long time, and in a situation where there are enemies everywhere, this is a typical suicide. What's more, the avant-garde fleet in the distance is falling into a situation close to chaos and collapse, and as the commander of the federal army, the old marshal cannot be able to see death without saving him, whether it is his sense of honor as a soldier or his conscience as a person.

Although onlookers can say coldly on the sidelines, such as "Be courageous" and "If you are a man, you will have to break your wrist", but if you are the person concerned. There are a few people in this world who can do such a decisive thing.

The battlefleet began to sink, and many of the hulls gradually entered the endless wrapping of lofty mountains. The dozens of big empty whales in the zenith really couldn't continue the pursuit, so they simply turned their heads and chased in the direction of the transport fleet. But. Looking at that speed, it will not be faster than the largest and most cumbersome 10,000-ton transport ships, and theoretically it will not catch up with those transport ships. The senior officers on the flagship finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But. The gasp didn't even last more than half a minute.

A sudden summer monsoon wind swept through the surrounding mountains and rocks, bringing a terrible cry. In the ears of the officers and men of the fleet, the ghosts cried and howled. Depressed and terrifying.

Marshal Conrad's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he shouted: "Let all the sailors on the battleship prepare for battle, and beware of the enemy jumping to seize the ship!" ”

Gang hopping? What kind of gang do you want to dance? Who will jump the gang? There must have been a lot of high-ranking officers around who would have such hesitation at this moment. There is no way, in a "stable" country that has not fought a large-scale war for decades, most of the "high-ranking officers" have not even seen blood, and it is inevitable that they will be slow to react. You must know that although the Central Army and the Praetorian Fleet of the Federation have invested a huge amount of equipment, neat and well-armored, and even the selection of soldiers requires a powerful appearance and a strong body, as if they are selecting a bodybuilder, and the officers who serve are also required to be magicians or "alternate professional groups" born in military schools, but this does not mean that this is an elite soldier.

Unfortunately, the difference between a "road specimen" and a "strong soldier" is not very distinguishable among the federal lawmakers sitting in the Azure Palace.

What's even more regrettable is that the only elite unit in the Federation that really sees blood every year is still serving as a logistics support team in the rear.

The twenty-year-old girl, whose actual combat experience can almost completely destroy more than 90% of the senior officers present, muttered for a second, and had already taken out her magic staff, she suddenly realized: Since just now, the undead have been brushing up on the zài sense, so where are the orcs now?

She soon noticed that a rattling arrow rose from the hill in the distance, like a meteor in an imposing arc in the sky. The voice was surprisingly loud, like a giant dragon soaring through the sky, and let out a roar. Immediately after, the mountains on all sides began to resound with a deep roar, like thunder. The roars grew louder and louder, and with them came the louder and more intense roars.

It was the sound of war drums, made of the leather of the rhinoceros beast, the descendant of the roaring beast during the Qiming War. Once it sounds, it can give great encouragement to the orc soldiers, but it is a great deterrent to their enemies. Sai Xiliu now felt that his heart was beating more and more excitedly in the sound of such war drums, and his emotions were also very restless. She took two deep breaths, finally calmed herself down, and her heart was even more uneasy, if she was like this, what would happen to the others? In such an embattled environment, how many battlemages can do the most efficient spellcasting?

Followed by. A large number of flags and totems have been hoisted on the mountain collars on both sides of the fleet, like a forest. Sehireu dazzled. A large number of orcs had been seen standing up, revealing their strong bodies from behind the vegetation and rocks that obscured their figures. They scoffed. Scolding, sitting with dirty gestures and movements, constantly provoking the Federation warships and sailors who were at the same altitude as them, and possibly even lower.

For the orcs who have watched the Federation floating battleships rise and go for hundreds of years, this is truly a valuable experience that has never been seen before!

Sehiraeus couldn't count the number of these orcs for a while, but seeing them almost all the mountains on both sides of the fleet were covered, at least more than 20,000 people.

This is what can be seen, but what about the invisible...... Seyriliu looked at the winding canyon beneath his feet. and the majestic mountains that stretch as far as the eye can see. In her eyes, the mountains were like a bottomless abyss of hell, and she didn't know how many enemies were hidden, and how many friendly lives would be devoured.

With the waving of a large flag, the orcs standing on the ridge drew their strong bows and began to shoot at the close Federation fleet. These orcs used a compound horn bow that was nearly one meter eight or more in length alone, and the thick shaft and fist-like arrows were intimidating.

These barbaric fighting peoples living in the great wilderness, metallurgical and forging technology are naturally very problematic, in the field of weapon manufacturing. But only the bow and arrow are not lagging behind. This is because they have hardcore allies or vassals like steppe centaurs.

These races, who are better at riding and shooting than nomads, have had the ancestral technology of making strong bows and crossbows since ancient times. Wood taken from the primeval jungles of the northeastern Orgrimmar Wilderness, the wood is inherently flexible and elastic, making it an excellent material for the back of the bow. If you use the tendons of those large demonic beasts in the wasteland as bowstrings, the strength will definitely not be weaker than that of the human beings' finely made iron tire bows.

Compared to the elves' intricately carved bows and arrows that resemble works of art and even have magical effects, the strong bow made of centaurs is a little rougher. Accuracy and control are naturally much inferior, and the requirements for the strength of the archers are also very high. But it's amazingly powerful. As for the overly demanding brawn requirements for archers, is this a problem for the world's most muscular fighting peoples?

The only pity is. The orcs were still short of iron, so many arrowheads were still made of sharpened stone, as if they were Stone Age savages. Although it is a little simpler, the kinetic energy can greatly compensate for the lack of penetration.

The towering mountains were naturally not suitable for the march of centaur archers, so Sehiraeus did not see the most skilled race in the orc camp, but they at least provided the "kindred" with a large number of handmade strong bows, and that was enough.

Dense bursts of arrows rose from the tops of the mountains on both sides, and rained down like raindrops. Many Federation soldiers on the deck were caught off guard and were hit one after another. These orc arrows, which are half as thick as human and elven arrows, can bring out a wound as big as a bowl mouth on the wound even if they don't hit the vital point, which can completely deprive an ordinary soldier of his combat effectiveness, treat those who are not good for his relatives, and the crippled and severely will bleed to death. In addition, even if you are lucky enough to block the bow and arrow while wearing armor, its huge kinetic energy is enough to cause impact injuries on the body protected by the armor, and even the bones will be broken at the extreme.

Moreover, the Federation Floating Fleet is facing more than just a rain of arrows.

As countless huge bodies stood in the array of orc strongbowmen on the hills on either side, a scream of near-despair was heard even from the bridge.

Sehireu knew that it was the screams of a certain general, but at this time she had no time to express her contempt, because even she couldn't help but gasp and almost crush her silver teeth.

Mountain Trolls, Steppe Minotaurs...... And, Cyclops!

Trolls, along with centaurs and steppe minotaurs, are one of the backbone of the Orgrimmar Tribal Alliance, and apart from being ineligible to compete for the Golden Horde, they are on par with the Orcs in the Tribal Alliance, and no clan Khan would treat them as slaves, cannon fodder, or even emergency rations like goblins and kobolds. Generally speaking, there are two types of trolls living in the Great Wilderness, mountain trolls and plains trolls, and there is also a dune troll that lives in the Barabya Desert of the Sosnes continent, but it has collapsed the entire continent and ocean plus an equator with the first two, although it is similar in appearance and blood. But it has little to do with the Orc Alliance, and can be regarded as a wild animal for the time being.

Plains trolls are about the same size as an orc adult male. It's just that the body is a little rickety. They have pointed ears, a bridge of the nose and a chin. With huge fangs and fur as red as fire and blood, the whole thing looked like an enlarged and ferocious version of a goblin. However, the strength of this creature is not lower than that of orcs, and its average IQ is even surpassed. They are keen to use shields, spears, and javelins, and are adept at concocting herbs and poisons, and in the communities of the clan alliance, even the smallest tribes have one or two troll witch doctors.

As for the mountain trolls, they are often comparable in size to their sworn enemies, the mountain giants, with an average height of two or three stories. A round head with tiny eyes. The mouth full of sharp teeth like a beast, and the outer skin covered with rock armor shells, are as strong as steel armor. This creature has a low IQ, and is not much different from a goblin, and usually plays an irreplaceable role in the work of heavy labor in orc society. However, it is possible for these trolls to grow a second or even a third head, and once they get to that point, they will suddenly open up like an initiation, and not only will their IQ level be equal to that of their own plains troll kind. He even mastered the ability to use natural magic.

Plains Trolls and Cave Trolls, two creatures that look completely different in size, seem to be of two species, and are counted together as if they were of the same race, because they are indeed of the same race. It may even be that it was born by a mother. The mother of a Plains Troll may have a child with the same pointed jaw, pointed ears and nose as her, or a round mountain troll. The reverse is also true.

Why this happened, at least not yet, scholars have not been able to discuss why. It can only be said. This can only be the great will of creation slipped in the hands of the creation of the zào race.

As for the steppe minotaurs, they are subordinate to Lu Xi. Crypt minotaurs like Boole are of the same race, but on average they are taller than they are. It is said that some of the Minotaur tribes who were subjugated by the Dark Elven city-states thousands of years ago were unwilling to submit to these outsiders and migrated away from their native dungeons. In the steppes and orcs next to each other, he soon became a member of the Orgrimmar Clan Alliance.

These are usually huge minotaurs over four meters, fierce and bloodthirsty, but they are the calmest sanity in the clan alliance, and have more elemental affinities than the Orcs, so to speak, natural shamans. In fact, in the history of the clan alliance, there have been eight celestial spirit shamans served by minotaurs, which are the current shamanic priesthoods, the eight highest-ranking earth mother shamans under the celestial spirit shaman Longzas, and there are also three steppe minotaurs.

As an aside, there are five other Earth Mother Shamans, as well as a Plains Troll and a Three-Headed Mountain Troll. From this point of view, Ogrimmar's clan alliance is actually not racist at all. Oh, except for the goblins and kobolds, who call these two races really useless except that they are populous enough to be used as emergency rations.

Other than that, these terrible cyclops. These beasts that inhabit the mountains and caves of the wasteland are said to be the most powerful predators in the world, the most powerful predators in the world, as the powerful demon god who fell in the battle of the gods, and the flesh fragments and soul splits of Ragbar, the god of conquest and enslavement. Their yellow-brown bodies are the same color as the mountains and land, and when they are prostrate, they are almost seen as a huge mountain. The one-eyed man in the center of the hideously twisted skull's face was as huge as a war drum, flashing with a bloodthirsty and frenzied look.

That terrible one-eyed can shoot one-eyed death light with fire, thunder and corrosion, and its destructive power may only be under the dragon breath of the true dragon, and its gaze has a certain spiritual magic effect, just an ordinary gaze can produce ordinary people lose all their courage and fighting spirit.

This is a powerful creature that has also reached the top of the A-rank in the "Gaboa Continent Monster Guide". Even the Orc Clan Khans on the Megatron side would only see these Cyclops as allies and guests, not subordinates. It is said that the reason why the Cyclops were willing to submit to Orgrimmar's Golden Account Order was also due to the fact that a certain khan persuaded them hundreds of years ago to provide these giant monsters with their favorite food, the goblins, every year. The Cyclops no longer have to starve, and they are worshipped by many orc men and women, so they are naturally happy to become a member of the clan alliance.

"Shall I say, thankful that the Behemoth of Beamon didn't appear?" The corners of Lieutenant Colonel Geisel's mouth twitched on the side, and he let out a self-deprecating wry smile.

"I don't know if there are a hundred of the Beamon Behemoths that are still alive, except for the Golden Horde Khan, or the Heavenly Spirit Shaman and the Eight Earth Mother Shamans have the same opinion, otherwise the orcs can't use these ancient desolate behemoths." Sehireu Road.

"Then should I thank the orcs for not yet electing a new Golden Horde?" Geisel shrugged with a smile.

In fact, there is no need for Beamon, a powerful ancient creature that can wrestle with the dragon species, just the huge creatures that appear on the mountains on both sides are enough to bring a huge blow to the Federation fleet.

The minotaur shamans stuck the giant totem poles they carried behind them into the ground, and the magical ripples similar to those of the Divine Aura quickly enveloped the allies around them. Sehiru hadn't seen these magic ripples before, but judging from the runic composition of the magic array, it should be some kind of power blessing that could increase the range and accuracy of the projection troops.

At the same time, the able-bodied mountain trolls picked up grinding discs and even huge stones like horse-drawn carts, and threw them at the Federation warships. These terrifying creatures, comparable to humanoid trebuchets, soon smashed huge holes in the decks and sides of several warships, and the crew members who were hit by the scattered deck debris and stones let out screams of pain and fled in all directions.

At the same time, the Cyclops began their first attack of the day. There were only about ten Cyclops present, and although there were not many of them, they were very clever enough to hit the cyclops on a battleship at the same time.

The Tiangong-class cruiser was soon pierced by more than a dozen dead rays in a row, and although it was not directly shattered, it also lost power and began to fall uncontrollably into the mountains. I don't know if it's lucky, the battleship didn't crash directly into the mountain, but stumbled into the winding ironstone canyon like this, and finally lost its figure.

Maybe there are still a lot of crew members on that ship who will survive, but that's only temporary. It's hard to imagine that the orcs and the undead didn't have a force in the canyon. Perhaps, when the crew crawled out of the cabin in disgrace, they found themselves surrounded by a vast enemy army.

In the endless rain of arrows, boulders, and one-eyed deaths, even the Nacibia, which was in the center of the ranks, was attacked. An unlucky captain's staff officer was nailed to the deck directly after an arrow pierced through his chest, and he died before he could scream, his eyes fixed on despair and pain. He was standing less than three meters away from Sesilu.

This captain officer competition is two years older than Xiliu, and he is also a top student who graduated from the Central Academy of Magic, so he can be regarded as her senior. Of course, a commoner-born student president like Sai Xiliu still makes many people feel that it is an eyesore in the school, and even if he can't be provoked, he can always afford to hide, so the relationship between the two is far from being acquaintances, and they were just nodding friends in the school before.

But anyway, it always has to be fate to meet a classmate from the student days in a strange workplace, and this senior saw Sai Xiliu this time, I don't know why he was very friendly, and after a few months of getting along, the relationship was quite harmonious. Seyriliu knew that although this senior still had a few obvious squeamishness, he was actually a good-hearted person in essence, and he never scolded the orderlies and servants who scouted him. His personality is on the soft side, although he is also a nobleman born in the Alpha family, but his biggest dream is to be a painter, but due to the needs of the family, he has to embark on the standardized path of magician-military-politics.

Now, the acquaintance fell in front of Sehiru, and was reduced to a lifeless corpse. This is also the first member of the Expeditionary Force Command to die in this sudden battle. (To be continued......)

PS: It's still 6000 chapters today, so I had to change it