"It's the Warsong clan of the tribe that comes, it's not ordinary that it can fight, but it's quite capable of fighting. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info need to pay attention to their chief Grom Hell Roar. That's a first-class fierce man, especially you, Commander Lothar, I don't want the Commander-in-Chief of the Alliance to rush to the front...... I know you're also very good at fighting, but with so many generals here, are you embarrassed to take the credit of your subordinates as a commander-in-chief?"

Originally, when she heard Duke say that Grom was awesome, Lothar was really a little eager to try. When Duke said this, Lothar could only raise his hands to indicate that he would not go to the front line.

Lothar didn't make a move, and suddenly there was a silent commotion among the other generals. Pairs of fiery eyes were on Duke, eager for him to call out the name of someone or a legion.

The current state of affairs is a predetermined victory. The only difference is whether it is costly or not. But for now, it looks like it's going to be a big win.

Everyone is hungry for victory, and the kings, who are already thinking differently, are eager for their legions to have a high performance in this war, because it will involve their country's voice in the alliance in the future.

Scumbags have no human rights.

It's not just talk.

More and more transports are arriving at the seashore, and there are so many Tribal ships that the long coastline is a little insufficient.

And the brave warriors of the War Song Clan pushed the battle line halfway up the mountain. They carried fist-sized throwing stones from the sky, and carried crossbow arrows that could easily penetrate their bodies, and when one fell, another was immediately replaced, and a new group poured in as soon as a group fell. Stunned, he used his flesh and blood to erode the human hill defense line at high speed.

The swift movements, exaggerated jumping ability, and furious strength of the Warsong Clan warriors made Lordaeron's soldiers very uncomfortable.

In just ten minutes, Mograini had sent out reserves for the third time. Even if the reserves in his hand are still sufficient, this kind of meat grinder-like battle damage makes his heart bleed.

These are the elite of Lordaeron!

At this moment, in the direction of the command, two red flares were raised. This is particularly dazzling in the world where the light of the morning light is still very faint.

To the east, the long-awaited Fourth Fleet of Kurtiras puffed up its sails and arrived at the battlefield in fifteen minutes, then fired far from the coast on the densely packed coastline full of tribes.

Grapepel, after today, this murderous weapon will probably be listed as one of the most hated weapons of the tribe.

A huge cannon chamber can often be stuffed with hundreds of thumb-sized, relatively round iron bumps. Because of the proximity of the firing range, Commander Kul Tiras ordered each gun to be filled with 20 percent less gunpowder than usual, and 30 percent more grapeshot.

"Bang, bang, bang!" With a huge roar, a bloody storm suddenly broke off on the not particularly wide coastline.

The new armor that the orcs received from the dwarven slaves was completely unable to withstand the onslaught of this thermal weapon. As long as he was hit slightly, a huge blood hole the size of a human head immediately appeared on his body, and the lightest was a broken hand and foot.

Large swaths of shattered limbs flew into the air, with open heads, splattered intestines, and shattered weapons, and in a matter of breaths, the entire coastline had become an orc Shura field. The water that came up with the tide was all red with the blood of the orcs.

The terrible scarlet spread out of the sea hundreds of meters away, and it was all orc blood.

The commander of the Horde ordered the transports to rush to the battleship of Kurtiras, but alas, this time it did not work.

An orc laborer who was rowing violently couldn't help but exclaim, "There's something down there, a lot!"

The laborer pointed to the large opening where the oars could be rocked, and as soon as he finished speaking, he dragged the oars into the water. A burst of blood came up, and he saw that he was not alive.

At this time, there were quite a lot of slightly obese black shadows on the sea, and the colorful triangular dorsal fin broke through the water surface to form white waves.

Those who are familiar with it will know at a glance that it is a fish-man.

This is not the first time the Horde has dealt with fishmen, and they also know that the humans of Stormwind, although they don't know which one, have the ability to tame fishmen. It feels like an orc taming a wolf.

This alone could not arouse the alarm of the tribe.

Until the tribe discovered that the number of fish-people was exaggerated.

How many there are, it is impossible to count at all. I just know that this is definitely more than 10,000.

Not only the orcs, but even the human defenders on the hill were dumbfounded.

In the first time, Duke did not expel the Fishmen, as Duke did not think it would be good for the Fishmen to intercept the transports that were heading towards the shore at high speed.

Now it's different, most of the coastal voids are full. If the tribe wants to dock, it will either smash the butt of its own boat and disembark in deeper water. Or continue west to find a place to stay.

In fact, continuing west is the right choice. But the appearance of the Kurtilas fleet discouraged the Horde commanders. To make matters worse, the transports that were trying to storm the coalition fleet stopped.

If the tribal ship is powered by sails, the fish-man can't cut off the power of the ship well, but the oars, it is really a matter of minutes to get the fish-man to get the wooden oars that have not been specially reinforced.

Under the command of the Fish-Man Oracle Mogol, the Fish-Men have also become wise, and they have worked hard to sabotage every Tribal transport. Break the oars of the laborers in various ways and dig the bottom of the tribal transport ship.

Even if a transport ship that was crowded with hundreds of people like a sardine canned food sank, it would be a big loss for the tribe.

Looking at the battle situation, the five kings who stayed in the headquarters were all beaming.

"Yo, tribe, play your cards. I don't know who the commander is, but if you don't play your cards again, I'll laugh at the lives of 100,000 orcs again. ”

At this moment, a loud bang suddenly erupted from one of the large battleships in Kurtilas' fleet. In the next second, the huge mast snapped, pulling the entire ship and tilting it at an angle of 60 degrees to the water.

If the first blow could barely be blamed on an accident, the second blow was truly witnessed by Duke.

On the left side of the bow of the battleship, a huge crack about half a meter wide and at least seven or eight meters long was pulled out by a black shadow with a weapon like a fish.

There was a grump from the hull of the entire battleship, and then the huge bow snapped, the hull capsized, and a large amount of seawater poured into the hold.

Duke clearly saw that many human sailors were already jumping into the sea to escape.

Who is Nima? So unscientific!?

Duke, who screamed strangely in his heart, saw the murderer's weapon in the next moment, it was a hook-like crimson axe, which was the signature weapon of a certain roaring master-[Blood Roar]! )