Dark Gate 2, 3/26. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A large-scale sea-crossing operation that did not originally exist in 'history' began.

It's different from the last tentative attack.

This time, the tribe can be said to have poured out of the nest.

Coalition scouts risked their lives to report that the orcs were standing on all the sandy beaches where ships could be boarded throughout the wetlands. A rough estimate is that this time the tribe will send 500,000 troops.

The Orcs will either send this group to the northern continent, or send them all to the sea to feed the fish.

Knowing that more than one-third of the 500,000 orcs were hard laborers, the battle force was also replenished with many recruits who arrived through the Dark Gate later, and compared with the previous 500,000, the combat power had decreased by at least thirty percent.

That's still a staggering number.

"Are those orcs crazy!?" every nobleman and Dalaran neutral mage who knew the news was shocked. It was only at this point that the three kingdoms of Lordaeron, Dalaran, and Alterac quickly passed a resolution on all-out war, and the entire kingdom began to mobilize.

"Hopefully this time we'll be able to carry it. Lothar muttered.

Over there, on the flagship of the First Fleet of Quel'Thalas, Admiral Daelin was staring at the charts with his lights up. Looking at the three blood-colored model boats representing the other side's three fleets, Dai Lin was distraught for a while.

Except for the fact that the Third Fleet was too close to the attack, Dai Lin didn't pay attention to the previous navy of the orcs in his heart.

This time the enemy wasn't the stupid almost target-like orc transports. Not only does he have an orc battleship with unknown strength and a very powerful feeling, but also his old rival, the former Duke of Kurtilas, Farreville.

As a challenger to his throne at one time, Daille did not dare to underestimate him.

The new batch of Bloodsail warships built by Farreville, although the quality is not as good as the original ships of the Kurtilas factory, the number is there, and after Farreville's tuning, the standard of those pirates will not be too bad.

Not the highest level of threat, at least the Kurtiras fleet has to deal with it with all its might.

At this time, a visitor stunned Dai Lin.

When he finished, Dalin couldn't believe his ears.

"What you said is true!?"

The other party nodded and left.

It was late at night.

In the Palatine Bay across the wetlands, the dark night covers the whole world. Dark clouds covered the sky, completely obscuring every trace of moonlight that tried to throw itself onto the sea.

The Bloody Sail Fleet, which has dropped its anchor, each ship rises and falls rhythmically above the big waves.

This is already the norm for pirates who live on the sea, and a large number of pirates open their hammocks in cramped cabins.

The aft building of every large ship is the captain's lounge by default.

Miss Jesse Farreville, after her brother was blown into the sky by a Blackwater pirate cannonball, she is the only heir to the Duke of Farreville. She is 16 years old, and because she has a little dwarf blood, she looks short and strong. Looking at her muscular back, everyone would think she was a man.

Recently, Miss Jesse has been upset.

She thought her father was simply insane, and he had turned to the orcs who took pleasure in killing and conquered the entire intelligent race of Azeroth!

What made her even more unacceptable was that the entire Bloodsail Pirates seemed to have been kidnapped, and there were two small hills of orcs watching each captain on each ship. They don't know the human language, but according to the Great Chief of the tribe, if a Bloodsail Pirate is found to be attempting to betray, the Bloodsail Pirate will pay the price in blood.

Pirates have never been cleanliness and don't bathe for months, which is not a problem at all during a long seafaring career. But the two stenching female orcs blocking the door of his room refreshed the lower limit of Jesse's senses.

The devastating stench of not taking a shower in years kept Jesse from sleeping through the door.

Jesse could only think of something else to distract herself.

"I'm going to sea tomorrow and I'm going to make a break with Kurtilas...... Hell, this wasn't the duel I or my father wanted. ”

At that moment, a dagger silently pressed against her throat......

Early in the morning of March 27.

"Woo!woo!" The huge horns that stretched from the height of the orc arrow tower to the ground let out a long, thick horn sound, and the next moment the earth-shattering drums resounded through the sky. Every orc on the shore, and every Bloodsail pirate on the sea, knew that the day of the decisive battle had come.

"Oooo

This was not an illusion, even at sea, the ships were constantly swaying with the waves, and the Blood Sail pirates could clearly see that the branches of the trees on the shore were trembling slightly, the sand on the beach was rising and falling, and the puddles that had accumulated in the swamp of the wetlands seemed to form a layer of waves, shaking violently.

The Duke of Farreville stood not far from the rudder, and he gripped the guardrail on the side of the ship with great force.

"Earthquake?" Even on the surface of the sea, the Duke of Farreville could clearly feel the roar of the earth.

His first mate shook his head firmly.

If this is an illusion, it is the illusion of hundreds of people on their entire ship, and tens of thousands of people in their entire blood-sailed pirate fleet.

"Hahaha! that's our invincible tribal army!" said a brain-looking orc with a giant hatchet, standing beside Duke Farreville, in a lingua franca with an extremely strange accent.

The entire Bloodsail fleet was in a commotion.

All the Bloodsail pirates stopped what they were doing, staring in horror at the bright turquoise that appeared on the eastern shore.

Moments earlier, the mud had stretched from the shore beyond the limits of their vision. In the distance, some shallow swamps of floating unknown material constantly emitted a foul smell into the air. Countless small lake-like mud puddles have torn the green earth apart, and there is no straight path to be found.

Now hundreds of thousands of orcs have appeared.

They ran, roared, shoved each other, and swarmed from beyond the horizon toward the sea.

They seemed to be driven by the dawn, moving desperately towards the darkness that was about to be driven away.

All orcs have two legs, two arms, and green skin, but that's all there is to the resemblance.

Some orcs were as big as fierce humans, others had stepped into the realm of giants, and a few orcs with two heads and bloated bodies were already completely giant-level, and they all ran wildly towards the shore. (To be continued.) )