Later generations have a one-sided assessment of the Battle of the Baladine Bay. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, this was not a traditional naval battle either.

The collision of the two concepts makes this naval battle seem a little weird.

The traditional human navy pursues the doctrine of giant ships and cannons.

The orc navy is a typical white soldier battle.

In a sense, orcs play this very smoothly. This is not the cannon before Duke's crossing, which often hits dozens of kilometers, not even the 20,000-meter interval of World War II gunboats, and the clumsy breech-loading guns of unrifled solid shells, that is, the range of less than a kilometer.

This is really not a problem for the orc Juggernaut who plays Limbo Weibu.

Hell Roar dismantles Gundam with bare hands, oh, it's [Blood Roar] to dismantle warships, which is a good inspiration for orcs. Headwinds or something, orc warships are not empty at all. The cannons on orc warships are basically decorations, and at the end of the day, it's just a large transport ship that moves.

As soon as they entered the two nautical miles, a large number of sampan-class boats were released from the huge garbage boat, and the laborers supported these modified small tortoiseshell ships and slaughtered them straight at the warship of Kul Tiras.

Human cannons are very useful for ships, and they should have been caught blind when they encountered such a small ship. Not to mention, there are more than a dozen orc sword masters who are completely unscientific and come by the waves

Admiral Dalin let out a long sigh of relief when he saw that the orcs' tactics were as expected.

Inside the sea, dozens of meters deep, suddenly lit up with blue-white magical brilliance.

This light was so dense that none of the orcs noticed it except for those orc sword saints.

The next moment, an icy rain rose from the bottom of the sea towards the sky.

Bright, beautiful, has nothing to do with nature, and is accompanied by death.

The Fish-Man's Ice Arrow, which is so lethal that it is a mess, is not a problem to pierce the bottom of the boat, and the Fish-Man's unique talent can make the sea water open a track for the Ice Arrow, accurately shooting through the weak bottom of the ship.

"Hahaha! Good kill!" Admiral Dalin let out a hearty laugh as he watched the boats that were rapidly paddling and trying to get closer to a halt and their hulls into the water.

It's not that the orc swordmaster who is riding the waves has not thought about cleaning up these fishmen who are in the way, firstly, underwater warfare is not their specialty, and secondly, there are some stronger powerhouses to deal with them.

A large number of Naga priests, including the fish-man prophet Mogol, the Raging Nagavala, and the Thorny Spine Naga Sefilis, all came.

"Quack, oh-a-" Reciting an incantation of unknown significance, Mogol suddenly magnified his move.

In the sea, the Fish-Man and Naga have a natural magic bonus.

Not to mention that this is a battlefield that has been set up early in the morning. Underneath the water, inconspicuous conchs, mussel shells sunk tens of meters deep, or, most inconspicuously, dead corals, suddenly glow with a magical brilliance.

The two points were connected into a line, and the multiple lines were connected into a pattern, and at this time, through the clear sea water, the orc sword saint on the sea suddenly found that there was a huge magic array with a diameter of more than 100 square meters in the seabed at some point.

"Wow-la-la-la-" The only three fingers of each hand twitched, Mogol's eyes rolled and his face appeared in a state of madness.

In the next moment, the sea sank.

In an instant, the sea level suddenly sank by more than 30 meters in a huge sea area with a radius of 300 meters.

A huge whirlpool was formed at a rapid pace.

On the side, a magically stirred hundred-meter wave easily swept everything in the whirlpool to the bottom of the sea.

The Sword Master of the Fireblade Clan is awesome, but it's not an underwater battle!

The bottom of the water is the world of marine life.

In the magic array, countless tentacles like jellyfish rose up, pulling the orc swordmaster deeper to the bottom of the sea. The Juggernauts held their breath and sliced through the jellyfish tentacles in the water with considerable resistance, but cut off one to three, and five to ten.

This kind of strange tactics not to mention that they are a big living person, even if they come in a big boat, they may not be able to resist it.

“Lok-tar，ogar！”

Victory, death!

None of the orcs had a look of fear on their faces, only more orc speedboats attempting to make their way around the whirlpool with a quick oars, slaughtering Kurtilas' fleet.

On the flagship, Dai Lin held a scimitar in his right hand and a short-barreled musket in his left hand, quietly watching the scene.

A calm smile spread across his face: "Alright, my old friend, it's time for you to decide." But before that......"

"Uhhh

No ranged weapon could hit this fleeting figure.

In this way, he crossed the height of seven or eight between the sea and the side of the ship like lightning, and struck the deck.

Naturally, the trash fish could not catch him.

But he was greeted by a warhammer with a divine golden glow.

"Bang!" There was a buzzing sound, and the orc swordmaster and the comer fought against each other without any fancy fancy.

"I'm Paladin Tirio Fortin, give me your name, Orc!" Tirio, who was simply referred to as Galeries Lafayette by countless players before Duke crossed over, was the most powerful moment in his life.

The sea breeze ruffled his beard, making the young knight even more imposing.

"Galao!" the orc swordmaster just spit out the name, and immediately bullied himself and fought with Lafayette.

That's not all there is to orcs.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, this move, the orcs will also.

A bleak sword light lit up from behind Dai Lin, and no one on the entire boat found out where the sword light came from, except for Dai Lin himself!

"When!" a spurt, an unconventional scimitar frame, the shiny scimitar blade just right to block the blade that was supposed to stab Lin's chest.

"Bang bang!"

Almost in no particular order, two muskets rang out.

The sneak attacker was completely Japanese, and was slapped with a musket by X.

This is no ordinary single-barrel musket.

As a king, how can there be low-grade goods?

It was obviously a musket activated with a trigger, but on the barrel of the musket, the brilliance of the magic array shone brightly, and the complex and mysterious aqua blue incantation did not appear on the barrel until the moment the gun was fired. And it's obviously a single-barreled musket, but it is especially under the effect of magic to fire two in a row, and it is really who slammed and who died.

"Wow!" an orc swordmaster with a red flag on his back and a string of huge white beads around his neck, holding a single-edged broadsword, snorted three steps back and appeared.

"Despicable!" he said, in the standard lingua franca.

A smug smile appeared on Dai Lin's beautiful man's face baptized by the sea breeze: "Hey, I don't want to be said despicable by an orc who can only sneak up on behind! We are only a level opponent at most...... You said no?

That's right, it was the orc hero Sword Saint Samuro who came.

"Humph!" With a cold snort, Samuro immediately swung his big knife and dodged and pounced. (To be continued.) )