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The Bloodsail Pirates saw only the green frenzy cross every watery mire, trampling every inch of turf, smashing everything that stood in its way.

Perhaps the colorful snakes and insects at the feet of the orcs were fleeing from the swamp, but everything was crushed.

Potholes, hills, swamps, the earth gushes green orcs like a tide as far as the eye can see. As the sun trudged higher into the sky, more ships appeared on land.

In order to prevent the built transport ships from being destroyed by the humans who had previously dominated the sea, the orcs adopted a simpler and more brutal method to protect their ships - these transport ships of tens of tons were all put on the shore and piled up in places where the ship's guns could not hit.

When the orcs were about to launch a general attack, the orcs carried the bottom of the ship and sent the ship into the water.

Heavy and clumsy but visibly moving transport ships formed huge waves that slowly swept towards the sea.

Watching the fleet sailing on land move towards them, the Bloodsail Pirates were silent and watched everything in front of them with awe.

Duke Farreville had lived at sea all his life, but he had never seen anything like this before, with countless orcs covering the surface of the entire region. They weave a world-class blanket with their muscular bodies, explosive muscular arms, large mouths full of fangs, blood-red eyes, and green skin, covering every corner of the sun.

Duke Farreville continued to regret it, he knew very well that if the whole of this terrifying army was transported across the northern continent, then the countdown to the destruction of humanity would probably begin.

However, right beside him, an orc swordmaster wiped his broadsword without giving any face.

This is a super strong man who kills without blinking, and more than a dozen of his best sailors have tried to rush forward, but unfortunately none of them can get close to him and be sliced to pieces within two meters of him.

Looking at the transports that had been thrown into the water with a bang and made countless splashes, Farreville glanced at the wingman fifty meters away, his daughter Jesse's flagship.

Jesse made a gesture to him that only he could understand.

"Obey the order, lift anchor, set sail, target—damned Kurtiras's fleet!" shouted Duke Farreville.

Ten minutes later, with the flash of the morning light, the entire blood sail fleet was like a curved arc, stabbing straight into the sea. They were about to sail north from the Gulf of Palatine, across the sea that separated the north and south continents, and attack the fleet of Kul Tiras, which must be waiting on the sea.

The wet smell of early spring mingled with the wind, brushing past Orgrim's nose.

The undulating tide of orcs is perfectly connected with the waves of the vast sea. Orgrim rode a huge white wolf on a hill by the sea, and he looked like he was standing on the top of the waves.

Looking at the glittering horizon at the end of his sight, Orgrim couldn't help but be arrogant, and the [Hammer of Destruction] pointed into the distance: "As long as you can pass through this sea!

"Yes!" the famous Grom Hellroar carried the equally infamous [Blood Roar] great axe to Ogrim's side, "Although I have always believed that races other than orcs are unreliable, and I don't like your attitude towards foreigners, I do like your ability to always solve problems. ”

Orgrim didn't care about Grom's complaints, and the massive hammer touched the face of the blood-roaring axe. The two mighty killers let out a dull thud of heavy weapons.

"The strongest kingdom of mankind is Lordaeron, and we will see you in Lordaeron. Orgrim bared his teeth.

"See you Lordaeron!" Grom walked down the hill without looking back, leaving behind a series of deep footprints and a glorious back.

The orc transport fleet was still cramming, and the Bloodsail Fleet and the main fleet of the Orcs were met by about 10 o'clock in the morning.

Ultralight fast reconnaissance ships with typical elven style appeared on the horizon, and then, when the Bloody Sail Fleet sounded the alarm, sail shadows appeared on the horizon.

Duke Farryville frowned.

It was too early, and before the whole fleet had fully sailed out of the Baladine Bay, it ran into the Kurtilas fleet that had poured out. It seems that the Alliance's navy seems to have made up its mind to annihilate their main fleet of Bloodsails and Orcs here, and regain sea supremacy.

What's going on?!

The Duke of Farreville couldn't help but look at his daughter's flagship to his right, half a nautical mile away.

However, since we have met, let's fight!

"Command! The right rudder of the whole fleet is 40 degrees. We want to get the upper hand as much as possible. ”

As soon as the duke's order was handed down, it was met with ruthless opposition. An orc who could speak the lingua franca slammed his battle axe against the guardrail.

"Don't be that complicated, just attack!"

"Hell, it's common sense to get the upper hand!"

"Great hordes don't need your so-called common sense! they just need you to get close enough to enemy ships. The warriors of the Fireblade Clan will solve everything. The orc said angrily.

It's not that Duke Farreville hasn't heard of the great feats of an orc chief who single-handedly dismantled several ships of Kul Tiras, but he didn't think that the orcs were ready to solve all problems in such an incomparably simple and violent way.

This simply subverts all common sense of naval warfare.

No, it's not just common sense.

Farreville clearly felt the orc's distrust.

The Great Chieftain wished that his Bloodsail Fleet and the Human Fleet would be wiped out so that the orc transports could pass through every sea in the world unharmed.

"Cut!"

However, the situation was stronger than people, and the duke finally waved his hand fiercely, and ten seconds later, a blood-red heraldic flag unfurled in the wind on his flagship.

This order, which was almost idiotic, was immediately confirmed by the repeated confirmation flags sent by the command ships.

Grit your teeth and confirm.

In this way, the entire combined fleet of Blood Sails and Orcs turned into two columns and rushed straight forward like a fool.

And the more 'sane' alliance fleet was like a crab with teeth and claws, the fleet unfolded, as if opening jaws, and the situation of encirclement was formed in half an hour.

At 10:45 a.m., the famous 'Battle of Palatine Bay' began! )