No way!?

This was the first reaction of the aristocracy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Suffer!

That's their next thought.

They have been numbed by the long history of peace at sea.

They even forgot that there was such a thing as pirates. In the past, there were no pirates in the territory of the Stormwind Kingdom, and that was because they were too poor. There weren't many Kurtilas fleets that occasionally arrived in Stormwind, and that kind of mosquito-like wealth couldn't attract large-scale pirates.

What's left in Stormwind? A dozen or so fishing boats, not much bigger than a sampan, what oil and water can they have?

As for Aquaman Duke's pearl fleet, it is escorted by Naga, and it is simply a hedgehog, and whoever touches it will be pricked in the hand.

Now it's different, most of the nobles who fled from the Elwyn Forest to Stormwind City have taken their families with them to accumulate thousands of years of wealth. In order to load as much treasure as possible in the limited space possible, the brainless nobles even subconsciously ignored the existence of danger, and even the original navy on board bombed the ship.

In order to escape the imminent fall of Stormwind as quickly as possible, they didn't even wait for the slow civilian transports, otherwise, they could at least use them as bait to slow down the Bloodsail Pirates.

If this were land, the nobles would be able to resist more or less with their strong guards.

It's a pity that this is the ocean. To be sure, it's a miracle that most landlubbers can exert 70% combat power on a rocking ship. Not to mention, the private sailors of the aristocracy were at most the goods of merchant ships at sea?

This is really not a good place to die, but to die in a field that they are not familiar with.

"Turn around and run now! Get back to the big fleet and we'll be safe! There's Kurtilas' warship. The Duke of Agaté Ference, who had rushed to hear the news, pulled the captain by the collar, and his eyes were bloodshot with madness.

Yes, anyone can die.

The noble noble blood cannot be severed from this damned sea.

On the side of the large fleet, there are also Kurtiras warships that help, although those warships are also full of civilians, but it is the strong soldiers of the sea kingdom Kul Tiras who are in charge of the warships.

If you want to die, you should die to the people of Kurtilas.

"It's too late-" the captain cried with a sad face: "We have too much load, we are already overloaded, and we can't run fast at all!"

"Turn around and run! Throw away things! Throw away all the heaviest gold! Only if you can save your life can you continue the family! If your life is gone, what else will the gold do!?" The old duke's silver hair and beard danced wildly in the wind, and his red eyes had a kind of sanity that was rare in fear.

As the sails changed, more than a dozen huge Storm Kingdom warships began to draw huge arc-shaped white waves on the sea. Unfortunately, due to the lack of unified command, some left full rudder, some right full rudder. The direct result was that two ships almost collided head-on, and the two sides were in a hurry, and finally avoided the worst of the worst situation of the bow collision at the last moment, even so, the collision between the two boats passing by, the side of the ship and the ornament of the ship's side also scared both sides into a soul.

For a moment, the scene seemed extremely chaotic.

"Rubbish!" on the flagship of the Blood Sail Pirate detachment in the distance. Brigadier General Lester Zonke smiled with utter contempt, but he had a sense of foreboding when he saw that the nobles had begun to let their men drop a large number of heavy chests to lighten the ship's load.

When he saw the golden light emanating from a disintegrating chest in mid-air, his bad premonition was fulfilled.

Lester couldn't help but scold: "Gold! It's all gold! Do you noble scum think you can run away if you lose your burden? Idiot - I don't want the ransom! I'm going to spend three days and three nights roasting the guy who came up with this bad idea into charcoal!"

Lester almost went crazy with anger: this is the deep sea! The only fate of the precious metal thrown into the sea is to sink into the deep sea where no one can reach it or feed the fish!

"Fire, fire!" Lester ordered, squeezing at his throat.

The first mate was confused: "Commodore Zonke, we haven't been in the effective range yet......!

"Fool, do you expect that crappy land nobles to fight us in a lavish naval battle like the style of Kul Tiras?

As the command banner fell, a dozen not-so-ornate parabolas built a bridge of battle in the faint light of the morning light, and began to erode the little courage of the nobles.

The cannonball, which was not intended to hit, landed near the nobles' fleet with a ridiculously bad crosshair, stirring up a huge column of water, and the water splashed up, producing a faint rainbow color, surrounding the nobles' warships.

In the eyes of the aristocracy, this was already an overwhelming, rain-like bombardment.

Then, a writing probability, which is actually called metaphysics, came into play. In this era, the hit rate of long-range shelling is extremely low. Unless it is an artillery strike within 100 meters and known as close-quarters combat, the hit rate is mostly less than 1%.

Those who can hit the cannon within a radius of 100 meters in diameter under the interference of a series of problems such as strong winds, the trembling of the ship itself due to waves and other shelling, and the maintenance of the gun chamber itself are already sharpshooters.

One shot into the soul or something, that's a legend.

But there really was one guy who did.

A bow cannon 800 meters away directly slammed into the arsenal of a noble warship, causing a brilliant chain explosion.

The flames of the explosion of the warship, the sawdust that was blown away and swirled in the air, and the mass of human stumps, all of which were like a horrific oil painting from hell, were deeply imprinted on the retinas of the aristocracy.

Within a minute, seven noble warships were parked and white flags were hoisted high.

More Bloodsail pirate ships with a speed polarization design rushed into the fleet of the noble fleet, and then launched a close-range artillery battle with the noble private sailors who tried to resist.

"Bang, bang, bang......" The well-trained Bloodsail Pirates taught the noble privateers a good lesson about what naval warfare was with a continuous artillery bombardment that continued from bow to stern.

Of course, the nobles' private soldiers also returned fire with shelling. That's a ridiculous salvo.

Lester, who was watching the battle from a distance, was stunned, he didn't expect these private soldiers who had only sailed merchant ships to be so brain-dead. The tremendous reaction force even pushed the entire ship out of the way to the other side, a full five meters, and the cabin, which could not withstand the impact, even let out the typical wailing sound of a broken wood.

But all resistance was in vain.

The pirates bit their scimitars and jumped along the cables that had been prepared for a long time. Everything was going well, but when he entered the other party's cabin, Huo Ran had a change......

A huge demon appeared, wearing a shirt on his chest, and even keeping the family crest of the noble! )