Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 256: Tides of Darkness

At the command center in Southshore.

Admiral Daelin's face turned pale.

It took him a whole autumn and winter to replenish the Third Fleet, which had suffered heavy losses in the last war. Because of this, the Fourth Fleet, which should have been completed long ago, only has 80% of the ships of the official fleet.

Now, the entire Third Fleet was destroyed within a day, with more than a hundred large and small warships. Only eight fast ships escaped back to Southshore in a panic, and most of the others were sunk in the battle. About a dozen small and medium-sized warships were captured.

The only consolation was that the Third Fleet also dealt a heavy blow to the enemy.

According to the reports returned, the number of ships sunk by the Blood Sail Fleet was about fifty.

This record was not enough to comfort the turbulent people. It was simple, because the damned Bloodsail Pirates betrayed the orcs, which changed the direction of the balance of victory. Humans were no longer the overlords of the ocean!

"Damn Farrell!" Daelin smashed an entire solid wood table into pieces with one punch.

Duke, Anduin, and Llane were all silent.

Duke felt even more guilty.

Originally, someone provoked the Bloodsail Pirates, and then they robbed the pirates, and were killed and captured by Duke, which led to the establishment of the Stormwind Fleet.

Duke cursed in his heart: "I should have cut the weeds and eradicated them earlier!"

Duke was just daydreaming.

The world of Azeroth is too big. If Duke wants to deal with the Bloodsail Pirates, he has no place to teleport to without knowing the spatial coordinates. How can he teleport to Stormwind City which is occupied by orcs?

That's really haha!

Even riding a griffin, Duke had to spend more than a week crossing the entire continent to reach the Stranglethorn Vale in the southernmost part of the continent, and then rely on his somewhat unreliable memory in the game to find the Bloodsail Pirates' lair. And then, without any help, persuade the remaining three fleets of the Bloodsail Pirates to abandon their lair and head north?

Duke feels sick just thinking about it.

But now, the Bloodsail Pirates have come. If Duke had to deal with them alone, he would have a hard time. The problem is, if they get involved with the Horde, it will be a big trouble.

Lothar asked, "How many fleets do the Bloodsail Corsairs have?"

"Three, but their combined strength is roughly equal to the two fleets of Kul Tiras." Duke said thoughtfully.

"No, I'm familiar with Farwell. That guy never puts all the stakes on anything. So he will only bring two fleets at most. The problem is the new warships of the Horde." Daelin sobered up from his anger.

Turalyon murmured, "Even if our navy can still suppress the Horde's fleet, but..."

Lothar's face was pale: "But we are powerless to stop the Horde's transport ships."

This is the key point!

The Hordes do not need to gain complete sea power, they just need to cross this damn sea to exert their supreme land warfare advantage.

Llane asked: "Will the Horde come to attack Southshore again?"

This is not tension, on the contrary, it is a kind of hope.

Southshore is now run like an iron barrel by Duke, who is hoping that the Horde will be so stupid as to crash into it and die.

Duke shook his head. "I dare say that unless the Horde replaces the dead Blackhand as the chief, if it were Orgrim, he would definitely not do such a mindless attack."

Duke changed the subject and said, "However, we can still find a way to force the Horde to attack Southshore one more time."

"Really?!" The leaders of the alliance were pleasantly surprised.

"I want to remind everyone that this is not a good thing." Duke said in a deep voice.

"Why?" Llane asked.

"I plan to hang Blackhand's head and the battle flag of the previous warchief at the port of Southshore. This will certainly attract the Horde to attack Southshore once more, but it will also wipe out the last group of orcs in the Horde who dare to openly oppose the new chieftain, Orgrim."

After a moment of silence, Lothar spoke up, "Let's do this. I've thought about it. This will certainly make the Horde more powerful in a short period of time, but it will weaken the Horde's war potential after all."

Everyone suddenly realized.

The orcs who are unhappy with Orgrim may change their minds in the future, but if they die now, there will be no future. In the past winter, the orcs must have gone to have wives and children, so before the new generation of orcs grows up, the number of orcs dying is one less.

"That's settled then. Force the Horde to attack Southshore. At the same time, see if we can fight a decisive battle with the Horde at sea and regain absolute sea power."

That afternoon, Blackhand's huge, frozen head was placed on the lighthouse at the port of Southshore, along with the battle flag of the previous Warchief.

The Kul Tiran fleet deliberately let go of the Horde's reconnaissance boats that came to watch, and even ignored the reconnaissance ships that came again to confirm.

Yes! I want you orcs to know!

Duke's ruthless move indeed caused great trouble to Orgrim on the orc side.

"This is blasphemy! Blasphemy against the warriors of the Horde! Blasphemy against the glory of the Horde!"

"Capture Southshore and kill all the humans! Make their chieftain's head into a urinal!"

A large number of chieftains from medium and small clans were clamoring at Orgrim.

Their clamor made Orgrim extremely irritated.

This is the result of Orgrim's insufficient prestige.

"Are we going to force the warriors of the Horde to attack the strongest line of human defense? Let the warriors of the Horde sacrifice in vain?" Orgrim cursed.

"The orcs are invincible!"

"Humanity's weak defenses cannot stop our battle axes!"

This is already a spiritual victory!

"Warchief! As long as we can hold off the human warships, the clan warriors are invincible."

This guy isn't that stupid yet.

"Warchief, would you rather trust those dead humans and the traitorous humans who betrayed their own people than trust the warriors of the Horde?"

A chief brought up the death knights and the treacherous Bloodsail Corsairs, which made Orgrim's eyelids twitch.

In an instant, Orgrim felt like smashing that guy's head with his hammer.

The defeat of Southshore was certainly a test, but the pursuit of multi-ethnic cooperation was not because the former chieftain Blackhand was too wasteful? If there were enough elite troops on hand, Orgrim would not accept the death knights to join.

Orgrim was extremely annoyed.

"Okay! All the chieftains who are willing to attack Southshore please stand up. The new fleet of the orcs will pave the way for you."

At that moment, more than a dozen chieftains from small and medium-sized clans stood up. There were so many of them that Orgrim almost went crazy.

At this time, Zuluhed, the chieftain of the Dragonmaw clan, winked at Orgrim. Then when Orgrim looked at Grommash Hellscream, he nodded to Orgrim.

"Okay! As you wish! This time our plan is as follows..."

Dark Portal 2, March 26.

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

Different from the last tentative attack.

This time, the Horde came out in full force.

The Alliance scouts risked their lives to report back that the orcs were standing on all the beaches in the wetland area where ships could board. A rough estimate was that the Horde would send out 500,000 troops this time.

It seems that the orcs will either send these troops to the northern continent or send them all to the sea to feed the fish.

Knowing that more than one-third of these 500,000 orcs were hard laborers, the combat forces were also supplemented with many new recruits who arrived through the Dark Portal later. Compared with the previous 500,000, the combat power had dropped by at least 30%.

This number is still quite scary.

"Are those orcs crazy?!" Every noble and neutral mage in Dalaran who heard the news was horrified. It was only then that the three kingdoms of Lordaeron, Dalaran, and Alterac quickly passed a resolution for total war, and the entire kingdom began to mobilize.

"I hope we can get through this time." Lothar muttered.

Over there, on the flagship of the First Fleet of Quel'Thalas, Admiral Daelin was looking at the sea chart with a lamp. Looking at the three blood-colored model boats representing the three opposing fleets, Daelin felt upset.

Except for the time when the Third Fleet got too close and was attacked, Daelin had never taken the previous Orc navy seriously.

This time, the enemy was not the stupid orc transport ships that looked like targets. Not only were there orc battleships whose strength was unknown but seemed very powerful, but also his old rival, the former Duke of Kul Tiras, Farrell.

Daelin did not dare to underestimate Farwell, who once challenged his throne.

Although the quality of the new batch of Bloodsail warships built by Farrell is not as good as the original warships of Kul Tiras, the number is there. After being trained by Farrell, the level of those pirates will not be too bad.

It's not the highest level of threat, but it at least requires the full strength of the Kul Tiras fleet to deal with it.

At this time, a visitor surprised Daelin.

When he finished speaking, Daelin couldn't believe his ears.

"Are you telling the truth!?"

The other party nodded and left.

It's late at night.

Across the wetlands from the Palatine Bay, the dark night covered the entire world. Dark clouds covered the sky, completely blocking every ray of moonlight that tried to shine on the sea.

The Blood Sail Fleet dropped anchor, and each ship was rising and falling rhythmically on the waves.

For pirates who make a living on the sea, this is already the norm. A large number of pirates pull open their hammocks and take a deep rest in the narrow cabin.

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

Miss Jesse Farrell, after her brother was blown into the sky by the cannonballs of the Blackwater Pirates, she is the only heir to the Duke of Farrell. She is already 16 years old, and because of her dwarf blood, she looks short and strong. Looking at her muscular back, anyone would think she is a man.

Miss Jesse has been very upset lately.

She felt that her father was simply crazy for actually joining the orcs who took pleasure in killing and aimed to conquer all intelligent races in Azeroth!

What made her even more unacceptable was that the entire Bloodsail Pirates seemed to be kidnapped, and on each ship there were two orcs as big as a hill watching each captain. They did not understand human language, but according to the chief of the Horde, if they found that the Bloodsail Pirates were trying to betray, they would pay the price in blood.

Pirates were never clean people, and not taking a bath for several months was not a big deal in their long seafaring career. But the two stinking female orcs blocking the door of his room pushed Jesse to the limit of his perception.

The devastating stench of someone who hadn't had a bath for who knows how many years made Jesse unable to sleep even through the door.

Jesse could only think of other things to distract himself.

"We're going to sail out to settle things with Kul Tiras tomorrow... Damn it, this isn't the fight my father or I wanted."

At this moment, a dagger was silently pressed against her throat...

Early in the morning of March 27th.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!" The huge horns that stretched from the top of the orc arrow tower to the ground emitted a long and deep horn sound, followed by the deafening drum sound that resounded through the sky. Every orc on the coast and every bloodsail pirate on the sea knew that the day of decisive battle had come.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" Looking out from the boat, one felt as if the whole world was shaking.

This was not an illusion. Even at sea, with the ship constantly swaying with the waves, the Bloodsail Pirates could clearly see that the branches on the coast were trembling slightly, the gravel on the beach was rising and falling, and the puddles accumulated in the muddy wetlands seemed to have formed a layer of waves, shaking violently.

Duke Farreville stood not far from the rudder, and he held the railing on the side of the ship tightly.

"Earthquake?" Even on the sea, Duke Farreville could still clearly feel the roar of the earth coming from the sea water.

His first mate shook his head firmly.

If this was an illusion, then it was an illusion of the hundreds of people on their ship and the tens of thousands of people in the entire Blood Sail Pirate Fleet.

"Hahaha! That's our invincible tribal army!" Standing next to Duke Farrewell, an orc who looked more intelligent and was holding a giant short axe spoke in the common language with an extremely strange accent.

The entire Bloodsail Fleet was in turmoil.

All the Bloodsail Corsairs stopped what they were doing and stared in horror at the bright, eye-catching green color that appeared on the eastern coast.

A moment ago, the endless swamp terrain extended from the coast to the limit of their vision. In the distance, some shallow swamps with unknown substances floating in them constantly emitted unpleasant odors into the air. Countless small lake-like mud pits cut the green land into pieces, and there was no straight road at all.

Now hundreds of thousands of orcs appeared.

They ran, roared, pushed each other, and swarmed towards the sea from beyond the horizon.

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 where their similarities end.

Some orcs were as big as sturdy humans, others were giants, and a few had two heads and bloated bodies that were already giants. Without exception, they all ran towards the shore.

In fact, there are huge differences between orcs and ogres, but in that green frenzy, they feel exactly the same.

The Bloodsail Pirates only saw the green tide crossing every watery swamp, trampling every inch of grass, and smashing everything that stood in the way of the tide.

Perhaps there were colorful snakes and insects fleeing from the swamp under the orcs' feet, but everything was crushed.

Holes, hills, swamps, wherever you look, the land is gushing out green-skinned orcs like a tide. As the sun struggles to climb higher in the sky, more ships appear on land.

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

When the orcs were about to launch a general attack, the orc laborers would hold up the bottom of the boat and send it into the water.

Heavy and clumsy but clearly visible moving transport ships formed huge waves that slowly moved across the ground towards the sea.

Watching the fleet sailing on land moving towards them, the Bloodsail Pirates said nothing and observed everything in front of them in awe.

Duke Farrewell had lived on the sea all his life, but he had never seen anything like this before. Countless orcs were covering the entire surface of the area. They used their strong bodies, explosive muscle arms, big mouths full of fangs, bloodshot eyes, and green skin to weave a world-class blanket, covering every corner that the sun could reach.

Duke Farrewell kept regretting. He knew very well that if this terrifying force was transported across the northern continent, the destruction of mankind would probably begin the countdown.

However, right next to him, an orc swordsman was wiping his sword without any respect.

This was a super strong man who killed without blinking an eye. More than a dozen of his best sailors tried to rush over and kill him, but unfortunately none of them could get within two meters of him and were chopped into pieces.

Looking at the transport ships that were thrown into the water and splashed with countless water, Farrell glanced at the companion ship fifty meters away - the flagship of his daughter Jesse.

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

"All fleets, listen up! Weigh anchor! Set sail! Target - the damn Kul Tiras fleet!" Duke Farrell shouted.

Ten minutes later, in response to the flash of dawn, the entire Bloodsail Fleet was like a curved arc, piercing straight into the sea. They were about to go north from the Palatine Gulf, across the ocean that separated the two continents, and attack the Kul Tiras fleet that must be waiting on the sea.

The damp breath of early spring mixed in the wind, blowing gently past Orgrim's nose.

The rising and falling orc tides were perfectly connected with the surging waves on the vast sea. Orgrim was riding a huge white war wolf and standing on the hill by the sea. At first glance, he seemed to be standing on the top of the waves.

Looking at the glittering sea horizon at the end of his sight, Orgrim could not help but feel full of pride. He pointed his Doomhammer into the distance and said, "As long as we can pass through this sea, the warriors of the Horde can destroy the resistance of any creature in any world!"

"I will!" The famous Grommash Hellscream came to Orgrim carrying the equally infamous Gorehowl axe. "Although I always think that races other than orcs are unreliable, and I don't like your attitude towards other races, but I like your ability to always solve probleLady"

Orgrim didn't care about Grommash's complaints at all, and the huge war hammer lightly touched the axe of Gorehowl. The two famous killing weapons made a dull sound of heavy weapons colliding.

"The most powerful human kingdom is Lordaeron. See you in Lordaeron." Orgrim bared his teeth.

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

The orc transport fleet was still loading up with people, and the Bloodsail Fleet and the orc main fleet, which had set out first, encountered the enemy around 10 o'clock in the morning.

A number of ultra-light and fast reconnaissance ships that looked like flat boats in typical elven style appeared on the horizon. Then, when the Bloodsail Fleet sounded the alarm, sail shadows appeared on the horizon.

Duke Farrell frowned.

It was too early. Before the entire fleet had completely sailed out of the Palatine Gulf, it encountered the Kul Tiras fleet that had come out in full force. It seemed that the Alliance Navy had made up its mind to annihilate the Bloodsail and the orcs' main fleets here and regain control of the sea.

What happened?!

Duke Farreville could not help but look to his daughter's flagship, which was half a mile to his right.

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

"Order! All fleets turn 40 degrees to right. We must try to gain the upper hand as much as possible."

As soon as the Duke's order came down, it was met with ruthless opposition. An orc who knew the Common Language slammed his battle axe hard on the guardrail.

"No need to be so complicated, just attack!"

"Damn it! It's common sense to seize the upper hand!"

"The Horde does not need your so-called common sense! It only needs you to get close enough to the enemy ships. The warriors of the Burning Blade Clan will solve all probleLady" The orc said in a muffled voice.

Duke Farrewell had heard of the great feat of an orc chieftain who destroyed several ships of Kul Tiras with just his axe, but he had never imagined that the orcs would actually solve all problems in such a simple and violent way.

This completely overturns all common sense of naval warfare.

No! It's more than common sense.

Farrell clearly felt the orcs' distrust.

The evil chieftain wished that his Bloodsail Fleet would die together with the human fleet, so that the orc transport ships could travel safely in every ocean in the world.

"cut!"

However, the situation was stronger than the man, and the Duke finally waved his hand fiercely. Ten seconds later, a blood-red emblem flag was unfurled on his flagship.

This idiotic order was immediately confirmed by the various command ships.

Grit your teeth and confirm.

Just like that, the entire Bloodsail and Orc joint fleet formed two columns and rushed forward like fools.

The more 'rational' alliance fleet was like a crab with its claws and fangs bared. The fleet spread out like opening its jaws, and the encirclement was formed within half an hour.

At 10:45 in the morning, the famous "Battle of the Palatine Gulf" broke out!

Later generations' evaluation of the Battle of the Palatine Gulf was one-sided.

Of course, this was not a traditional naval battle.

The collision of the two concepts made this naval battle seem a bit weird.

The traditional human navy pursues the doctrine of big ships and big guns.

The Orc navy played a typical hand-to-hand combat.

In a sense, the orcs are also very good at this. This is not the cannon that Duke had before he crossed over, which could easily fire dozens of kilometers. It is not even the 20,000-meter-distance gunboats of World War II. It is a crude breech-loading cannon with solid shells without rifling, which has a range of less than a kilometer.

This is really no problem for the orc swordsman who is good at using the Light Footsteps technique.

Hellscream dismantled a Gundam with his bare hands, oh, it was Blood Roar dismantling a warship, which gave the Orcs a good inspiration. In the face of headwinds, the Orc warships were not at all weak. The guns on the Orc warships were basically decorations. In the final analysis, it was just a large transport ship that could move.

As soon as they entered two nautical miles, many sampan-class boats were released from the huge garbage ship. The laborers paddled these modified small turtle-shell boats with caps and headed straight for the Kul Tiras warships.

Human cannons are very useful against ships, but they would be at a loss if they encountered such a small boat. Not to mention, there were a dozen orc Blademasters who were completely unscientific and came on the waves.

Admiral Daelin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the orcs' tactics were as expected.

In the sea, tens of meters deep, a blue and white magical light suddenly lit up.

The light was so dense that no orc noticed it except the orc Blademasters.

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

Brilliant and beautiful, it has nothing to do with nature, but is associated with death.

The ice arrows of the Murloc Sage were extremely lethal, but they could easily pierce the bottom of a small boat. The unique talent of the Murlocs could make the sea water open a path for the ice arrows, allowing them to accurately penetrate the thin bottom of the boat.

"Hahaha! Good kill!" Admiral Daelin laughed heartily as he watched the small boats that were paddling quickly and trying to get closer stop and sink into the water.

The orc swordsman who was walking on the waves had thought about dealing with these troublesome fishmen. Firstly, underwater combat was not their forte, and secondly, there were some stronger warriors to deal with them.

A large number of Naga priests, including the Murloc Prophet Mogor, the Wrath-Scale Naga Wala, and the Thornspine Naga Sephiris, were all brought here.

"Ga Ga Oh Oh La——" Mogor chanted an unknown spell and suddenly used his ultimate move.

In the sea, murlocs and nagas have a natural magic bonus.

Not to mention that this was a battlefield that had been set up early in the morning. Under the water, the inconspicuous conch, the clam shells that sank dozens of meters deep, or the most inconspicuous dead coral, suddenly emitted a magical glow.

Two points formed a line, and multiple lines formed patterns. At this time, through the clear sea water, the orc swordsman on the sea suddenly discovered that a huge magic circle with a diameter of over 100 square meters had appeared on the seabed at some point.

"Wah-la-la--" The only three fingers on each of Mogor's hands twitched and shook, his eyes rolled back, and a mad state like that of a charlatan appeared on his face.

The next moment, the sea sank.

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

A huge vortex formed rapidly.

On the side, the hundred-meter-high waves stirred up by magic easily swept everything in the whirlpool into the seabed.

The Blademaster of the Burning Blade Clan is awesome, but he's not good at underwater combat!

The underwater world is home to marine life.

Countless jellyfish-like tentacles rose from the magic circle, pulling the orc swordmasters to the deeper seabed. The swordmasters held their breath and worked hard to cut the jellyfish tentacles in the water with great resistance. However, if they cut one, three would appear, and if they cut five, ten would appear.

This kind of strange fighting method is not to mention that they are living people, even if they are replaced by a large ship, they may not be able to resist it.

"Lok-tar, ogar!"

Either victory or death!

None of the orcs showed any fear on their faces, only more orc speedboats attempted to bypass the whirlpool by paddling quickly and kill the Kul Tiras fleet.

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

A calm smile spread across his face: "Well, my old friend, now is the time for you to make a decision. But before that..."

"Wow--" A green phantom approached at high speed. His speed was so fast that the splashes made by his feet created a long white water line on the sea.

No ranged weapon could hit this elusive figure.

Just like that, he jumped over the seven or eight meter height between the sea surface and the side of the ship like lightning and rushed onto the deck.

Naturally, the smaller fish could not catch any trace of him.

But what greeted him was a war hammer with a sacred golden glow.

"Bang!" With a loud buzzing sound, the Orc Blademaster fought with the newcomer without any fancy moves.

"I am the Paladin Tirion Fordring. Tell me your name, orc!" Tirion, who was simply called Old Buddha by countless players before Duke traveled through time, is at the most powerful moment of his life.

The sea breeze ruffled his hair and beard, making the young knight look even more extraordinary.

"Galardo!" After the orc swordsman uttered this name, he immediately rushed forward and fought with the old man.

That's not all there is to Orcs.

To catch a thief, first catch the leader. Even the orcs know this trick.

A cold knife light flashed from behind Daelin. On the entire boat, no one noticed where the knife light came from, except Daelin himself!

With a "clang", an unconventional scimitar was moved back, and the shining scimitar blade just blocked the sharp blade that was supposed to pierce Du Lin's chest.

"Bang!"

Almost at the same time, two musket shots rang out.

The sneak attacker was completely caught off guard by the Japanese and was hit by a musket shot.

This is no ordinary single-barreled musket.

How could it be of low quality if it is used by the king?

It was clearly a trigger-activated musket, but the barrel of the musket glowed with the brilliance of a magic circle, and the complex and mysterious aqua-blue spell only appeared on the barrel at the moment of firing. And it was clearly a single-barreled musket, but it fired two bursts under the effect of magic, which was really a disaster.

"Wow!" An orc swordsman with a red flag on his back, a string of huge white beads around his neck and a single-edged broadsword in his hand groaned and took three steps back, then revealed his body.

"Despicable!" He actually used standard common language as soon as he opened his mouth.

Daelin, a handsome man who had been baptized by the sea breeze, showed a smug smile on his face: "Hey! I don't want to be called despicable by an orc who can only attack from behind! We are opponents of the same level at most... Don't you think so? Samuro!"

That's right, the one who came was the orc hero Swordmaster Samuro.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Samuro immediately brandished his sword and pounced forward.

The fighting power of the seven human kings varies greatly. Those who can fight are like human nuclear bombs like Antonidas, while those who cannot fight, like Terenas or Aiden, will fall down at the slightest breeze.

In general, the martial spirit of Emperor Thoradin has been passed down. The martial arts of Llane and Thoras Trollbane are above average. After learning how to transform, King Genn's martial arts are also quite powerful, only slightly weaker than Queen Higurashi in later generations.

Of course, King Daelin was also very powerful and stepped into the realm of heroes. In history, if it weren't for the infuriating incident of selling his father, Daelin would not have been killed by Rexxar and other heroes of the Horde.

Now in a one-on-one fight, Daelin, who is still in his prime, fought with Samuro.

the Horde sent strong men to attack, and the warships of both sides were still closing the distance at high speed. About a thousand meters away, on Duke Farrewell's ship, the orcs responsible for monitoring the Duke couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw the arc of light emitted by their hero's slash.

"Huh? I didn't expect there are still strong people among humans!"

Orcs worship the strong. For orcs, the strong can gain their respect across races. A thousand meters away, a person is just a small dot. This did not prevent him from knowing that Samuro did not take down the enemy chief.

"There are many more powerful people in the world than you think." Duke Farrell said coldly.

"But that doesn't include you." The orc choked the Duke harshly.

"Hmph!" The Duke snorted coldly, and the orc swordsman behind him took a step forward, revealing his threatening intention.

"Now you can play your favorite artillery battle."

The orcs' arrogant and indifferent orders almost pissed off Farrell: You didn't let me seize the upper hand, and now that your brainless commandos are no longer effective, you thought of letting my ship take over.

The frustration and helplessness almost drove Farrell crazy.

What else could Farrewell do? Now he and his fleet were just meat on the chopping block for the orcs to slaughter.

He had to raise his hands and make a gesture to prepare for shelling.

"Target..."

"The orcs' rubbish warship." A cold voice interrupted the Duke's second half of the line.

Without giving anyone time to react, a cold breath instantly exploded on the ship's deck.

The biting cold swept across the faces of everyone nearby like lightning, freezing only the orc in charge of guarding and the swordsman.

In less than one hundredth of a second, all the orcs near Duke Farrell turned into ice sculptures. Every orc's ferocious expression, bulging muscles, half-pulled blades... all the details were clearly visible. Unfortunately, they were just ice sculptures that had lost their lives.

A figure in a blue and white robe suddenly appeared less than three meters in front of Duke Farreville.

"Sir Edmund Duke, I didn't expect that you, as the deputy commander of the alliance, would take action personally..." the Duke muttered to himself.

Duke appeared in style, raised his hand, and used the Ice Cone Technique that combined the characteristics of a tornado, easily knocking the orc ice blocks out of the side of the ship. Just before the large ice blocks fell into the sea, continuous "crackling" sounds stimulated the eardrums of every Bloodsail Pirate.

Right before their eyes, the orc monitors who had been threatening them for more than a month turned into colorful ice crystal fragments and dissipated in the wind.

"With great power comes great responsibility. Even Lothar, the commander-in-chief, can charge to the front, so why can't I, the deputy commander-in-chief, go to the front?"

In the midst of chatting and laughing, the observer disappeared into thin air.

The one who killed the watcher on Jesse Farrell's ship was Vanessa VanCleef. The incompetent little maid who had just returned from a short training at Ravenholdt Manor cut the orc into eighteen pieces with a lightning-fast combo.

Not only her, but also the assassins from Stormwind Kingdom's Military Intelligence Department 7 attacked at lightning speed almost without any order, killing all the orcs on every Bloodsail Pirate Ship.

One Bloodsail Corsair after another raised the Alliance flag. Until this point, even the most slow-witted tribe knew that the Bloodsail Corsairs were rebelling!

"I told you that humans are unreliable!" The orc captain yelled angrily on the tribal warship.

The unskilled orc laborers were asked to change the direction of the huge square sails, attempting to catch up with the Bloodsail Pirates' warships against the wind.

To the Alliance's naval fleet, the Bloodsail Pirate Fleet was undoubtedly at the leeward end.

But compared to the Horde's huge warships, the Bloodsail Fleet is relatively in an advantageous position.

The Bloodsail Pirates suddenly changed their tactics, which caused great trouble to the tribal warships. The original numerical superiority of the army instantly turned into a siege with a huge disparity in strength.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The Bloodsail Fleet fired.

The huge hinged shells flew towards the masts of the tribal warships hundreds of meters away under the impact of gunpowder. The well-trained bloodsail gunners with rich naval combat experience easily destroyed the masts and sails of most of the tribal warships in two or three rounds of bombardment.

The Bloodsail Fleet tried hard to make its ships move in an S shape on the sea, while at the same time trying to distance itself from the Horde warships to avoid being affected by the Alliance fleet's bombardment.

After losing its mast and even having its oars chopped off by Duke's Naga's trident, the Horde's huge warship became like a pile of garbage floating on the sea, helplessly and desperately enduring the siege of the Alliance fleet.

At this time, it was the Blood Sail Fleet that first ceased fire.

Duke frowned slightly: "Why ceasefire?"

"If you knew the structure of the so-called warships of the Horde, Your Excellency would know that bombardment is meaningless against them." Duke Farreville explained.

"Um?"

"It's all those damn goblins!" Falwell's eyes flashed with hatred when he mentioned those short and greedy greenskins. "The warships of the Horde are all masterpieces of those damn goblins in Booty Bay."

Last night, Vanessa and Duke sneaked into Jesse's captain's room and learned that the Bloodsail Pirates were forced to join the Horde.

Just last winter, Orgrim sent the Horde army south to the warmer Stranglethorn Vale. The despicable goblins did not surrender to the Horde army, but instead let the Horde spare Booty Bay in a way that Orgrim was very satisfied with.

The first thing they did was to sell the hostile Bloodsail Pirates. The Horde lacked a fleet, and the evil-minded goblins eagerly suggested that Orgrim swallow up the Bloodsail Pirates. It was midwinter, and almost all the Bloodsail Pirates were in the Bloodsail Fortress on land.

As a result, they were wiped out by the orcs who were invincible in land warfare...

Of course, how could a hero like Orgrim simply let the goblins use him as his guns, so there was this super battleship that Duke called a big piece of garbage.

Except for the hull covered with iron sheets and 10 cannons symbolically installed, almost all other space of this crazy "battleship" is covered with protective baffles!

From the beginning, Duke knew that the focus of Orgrim was not on the naval battle itself. Win or lose, as long as more than 60% of the transport ships successfully reached the landing site, it would be a victory for the orcs.

If it exceeds 80%, it will be a crushing victory.

In the middle and far distance of his field of vision, all the way to the horizon, Duke could clearly see that the Horde's transport ships almost filled the entire sea surface. The number was so large that it was simply terrifying.

Completely ignoring the battle at sea, the transport ship headed north at high speed. Every orc laborer on the ship paddled hard, as if to vent all their energy on the sea.

After receiving the warning from the system AI, Duke set his sights on an orc warship.

He quickly issued several orders:

"Zjara, have your men use drills to take out the orc warships. I want these garbage piles to sink into the sea and turn into coral reefs."

"Mogor, after you finish dealing with those Blademasters, go attack the orc transport ship."

Duke turned to Farrell and said, "Don't worry about Daelin, or your position in the alliance. As I promised, as long as you fight well in this battle, you and your fleet will be directly under the Kingdom of Stormwind."

A so-called duke who had left his kingdom, had only a nominal noble status, and became a pirate, could certainly not be compared with Duke, the most popular member of the alliance. Farwell bowed deeply, but no one noticed that there was a slight twitch of pain on Farwell's face.

The transferred Kul Tiras Second and Fourth Fleets, the original Stormwind Kingdom Fleet, and the Bloodsail Fleet, these fleets sailed northeast at high speed. Their goal was to send as many orcs as possible to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish when the orcs had no power to fight back.

Duke jumped out of the boat, and the turbulent sea water froze instantly under his feet. This time, there was no need to save 50,000 Stormwind soldiers, and Duke did not waste any mana, only keeping the ice within a diameter of less than 50 meters.

As the waves surged, Duke was also rising and falling on the ice. Of course, Duke was indeed approaching a huge orc warship in his sight.

At this time, several huge figures appeared.

Duke narrowed his eyes.

Two demon guards holding giant weapons and two even larger doomsday guards, these four demons lined up in a row, surrounding the orc warlock in the middle and floating on the sea.

"Haha! Hello, human mage, I am Rokama Sharptooth. Warlock of the Stormreaver Clan." The old and hunchbacked orc politely placed his left hand on his chest and saluted Duke.

Duke frowned. Sure enough, he had messed up the course of the world. Rokamar Sharptooth was indeed a well-known strong man. Before Gul'dan was tricked by Medivh and fell into a coma, he was the informal leader of the Shadow Council warlocks, second only to Gul'dan.

The problem is, in normal history, this old warlock... was killed by Gul'dan and used as a test subject for creating the Death Knight.

Why is he still alive!?

And it's so strong!

As if he was disgusted by the waves being too violent, a dark and terrifying aura spread from him, and the huge waves were completely separated within a 200-meter radius around him and Duke. Although it was the sea, the surface of the water was as calm as a lake without waves.

Countless fish and shrimps that had no time to escape lost their lives in an instant under the power of darkness and floated to the surface of the water.

More than ten portals opened around Rokama.

More demons came out.

There were more than a hundred imps, dozens of burly voidwalkers, twenty glamorously dressed succubi, and ten demon hounds. Of course, the most powerful were the demon guards, which numbered over 200 and were still increasing.

This is simply a small army of demons.

How could a demon warlock who specializes in demons be so powerful?

Should we say that he is worthy of being the second most powerful person in the Shadow Council?

The ice under his feet kept extending forward, and Duke continued to walk slowly forward and answered loudly.

"Edmund Duke!"

That's what reputation is.

No matter how noble you are, the other party will ignore you if they don't know you.

Once you have become famous, whether for fame or infamy, your name is your calling card.

Tell the name, so all the comments will appear in the other person's mind.

Not many orcs would know the names of the kings of the seven nations of the human alliance, even though countless orcs have been running wild in the ruins of Stormwind City.

Perhaps many orcs remember Lothar, who killed the previous chieftain Blackhand, but there is only one human who is truly known by the entire tribe. He is the destroyer of more than 200,000 orcs, the Apostle of Flame in the eyes of the orcs, and the most insidious and cunning devil - Edmund Duke.

A gurgling sound came from Rokama's throat, followed by a strange, neither human nor animal, demonic cry.

"Waaaaaaaaa—"

A large amount of dark energy gushed out from the gaps between the bone spurs and muscles on his back. Then, Rokama took out a bloody and terrifying necklace from the space storage item and put it around his neck.

Duke's pupils suddenly shrank, and the muscles on his face twitched in uncontrollable anger.

It's very simple. Each 'bead' on the necklace is a shrunken human head - the head of a mage from the Storm Royal Family Mage Corps.

There was no deep friendship between them. Most people were just nodding acquaintances to Duke, but each of them had once had the same status with Duke.

Using their heads to make forbidden magic items is undoubtedly a blasphemy to the entire Stormwind and even the entire Alliance.

"Pa! Pa!" Although Duke was not attacked, he felt like he was slapped many times on the face. His whole face was burning and stinging.

"Haha! Angry? Unwilling? No problem, you will soon become one of them. Ever since we fought with you human wizards, it has been a lucky day for us warlocks. As long as we condense some of your magic circuits in our brains and make them specially, we can increase our spellcasting capabilities many times over. Hahahahaha!"

Rokama laughed wildly and raised his hands.

Ten of the largest portals appeared, and ten terrifying yellow-skinned demons with huge demon wings and a body size of more than six meters crossed the portal. The moment they came out, they stared at Duke with ferocious looks blessed by Water Floating.

Duke suddenly raised his head.

"I never like to torture the souls of my defeated opponents, but for you, I decided to make an exception!"

Another warlock, a true orc powerhouse.

In the system's field of vision, the glaring red mark told Duke that the other party was in danger.

The only thing to be thankful for is that there is no skull mark on the enemy and our own strength comparison area.

This is the age of heroes.

There are not many powerful people who are famous and have a good reputation but are unworthy of their reputation.

Since he knew that the other party was the former second-in-command of the Shadow Council, Duke had no reason to hold back. Perhaps the two-headed ogre mage Cho'gall who came from the Dark Portal a few months ago was Gul'dan's new favorite, and that was just another name to be added to the list of targets Duke had to defeat.

Duke took a deep breath of moist steam and immediately saw dense rain of fireballs whistling towards him from the group of little ghosts.

Duke stretched out his hands and drew them to the left and right. A translucent water curtain wall immediately appeared in front of the ice under his feet. It was five meters high and twenty meters wide.

Duke pushed forward, and the thick wall of water immediately roared like a real tide and rolled forward. As a low-level demon, the little devil's fireball technique was not strong, just like a cigarette butt falling into the water, it directly hit the water curtain and was annihilated.

"Hmph!" Rokama snorted coldly, ignoring his own situation on the sea. He raised his hand and a rain of fire flew towards Duke's mask.

"Sizzle——"

Fire rain fell on the sea, condensing into a wall of fire that was larger and thicker than Duke's water wall, pushing back in the direction of Duke.

There was a continuous sound of "crack! crack!" of ice shattering, and the frozen sea surface in front of Duke was completely shattered. The huge impact lifted the broken ice and rolled it towards Duke. It was like a hailstorm in front of Duke.

However, the ice cubes did not fall down. Instead, they were decomposed in mid-air by the high temperature. First, they turned into a snow powder-like state, then instantly sublimated into water vapor, and finally turned into nothingness.

Duke knew that Rokama had figured out the strength comparison between the two sides.

That's right, judging from the quality of his magic power alone, Rokama should be classified at the top level of master. And with the addition of the magic necklace made from more than a dozen human wizards' heads, Rokama's strength has risen sharply. Judging from the total amount of mana alone, he should be at the level of a first-class Shining Moon wizard.

Duke sneered: In terms of total magic power, I won't lose!

The next moment, Rokama's demon hounds charged.

Warlocks fight mages with this kind of evil dog. For physical professionals, demon hounds are just a dead giveaway. This dog-like demon, with a red body, two horns and two strange tentacles, has no outstanding features in terms of attack, defense, speed, etc., and is even below the average level of most demons.

The most disgusting thing about the Demon Hound is that it is forbidden to use magic.

It is not quite appropriate to say that the casting of magic is prohibited. To be precise, the demon hound can emit an elemental light wave to disrupt the magician's spellcasting. Not only does it prevent low-level mages from absorbing elements from the elemental world, but if things go wrong, it can also take advantage of the magician's casting to inject energy turbulence into the magic circuit of the magician.

To put it bluntly, it's just a troublemaker.

Gross, but effective.

Each demon hound stared at Duke, trying to attack when Duke was casting spells and inflicting a greater blow to him, but they were disappointed.

In other words, Duke's move was beyond the imagination of these low-intelligence dog-like demons.

Duke himself did not cast any magic, all was done by the system AI.

Without warning, 108 magician's hands appeared neatly behind Duke. The magician's hands were shining with a very light blue arcane light. The five fingers of the magician's hands flashed with dazzling light, and the demon hounds dozens of meters away from the magician's hands were pierced by huge ice spikes protruding from the surface of the sea. When the ice spikes as thick as a bowl pierced through the heart, more ice spikes pierced the demon hounds like sieves.

"Huh?" Rokama's face darkened.

The magic resistance of the demon hound is quite high, but its physical resistance is relatively terrible. Converting ice magic into physical form to attack the demon hound shows that Duke has a lot of experience in fighting demon warlocks.

Although Duke had the title of "Orc Slayer", he had rarely fought against a magician. Apart from the "Thousand-Handed Death God" whose strength was unknown, this was the first time Duke had fought against a warlock in a formal occasion.

Rokama instinctively thought Duke was an academic weakling.

"Extend the extreme cold!" Duke shouted softly. This time he finally took action himself. Without the demon hound in the way, there was no need to worry about the spell being interrupted. Even with the assistance of the system, Duke was very confident that he could quickly adjust the chaos of the magic circuit, but he didn't want to be banned!

Warlocks can consume energy.

The demon warlock is the most shameless among all warlocks.

The one-on-one fight he had agreed on turned into a group fight. It would be great if I could just mow the grass, but I was afraid of other things...

Just as Duke was turning the second wave of succubi, demon guards and other monsters that rushed up into ice sculptures.

Rokama on the other side quickly used gestures to coordinate evil spells, casting curses and magic one after another. Most of the orc warlocks who were transferred from shamans seemed to like to attach curses and other spell rings to certain totem poles, and extract them from them when necessary, so the casting speed was extremely fast.

Almost at the same time, Duke also felt the changes in his body: pain, twitching, fatigue, burning sensation, weakness...

Looking at the series of negative statuses that were displayed on the screen like a scrolling screen, Duke felt like he was screwed.

"You are affected by the Curse of Pain..."

"You are affected by the Fatigue Curse..."

There are more than a dozen curses of varying sizes plus seven or eight negative states. Not to mention that Duke is a human, even if there were a hundred orcs, his vitality would be drained away in an instant.

Without any hesitation, Duke immediately opened the Ice Barrier, and the cold feeling instantly spread throughout his body. Except for the ice element, all other elements and powers were expelled from his body in an instant.

"Tsk." Rokama snorted coldly.

He was originally planning to wait for the invincibility time of Ice Barrier to end, and then cast all curses and negative magic on Duke. Who knew that a storm he had never seen before would sweep across his demon army.

White frost, red flame, and purple arcane, three very different elements were perfectly blended together and shot towards his demon army.

Frostfire Arrow

Rokama had seen this spell before. This kind of damage spell that absorbed the essence of three types of magic at the same time had a very good attack power against any type of enemy. If it could be fired continuously, even the demon warlock with his blood-thirsty defense would feel a headache.

Now Rokama had a headache.