Chapter 305: The Battle of the Palatine Gulf (Part 2)

The strength values ​​of the seven kings of human beings are very different. Those who can fight seem to have human-shaped nuclear bombs like Antonidas, but those who cannot fight, such as Terenas or Aiden, are simply knocked down by the wind.

Generally speaking, the martial spirit of Emperor Thoradin was still passed down. Ryan and Solas Trollbane's force value is above the standard. After learning to transform, King Jin's force value is also quite out of the table, only weaker than Queen Xi of the later generations.

Of course, King Daelin was also quite fierce, stepping into the realm of heroes. In history, if it weren't for the angry prostitution incident that day, Daelin would not have been killed by Rexxar and other tribal heroes.

Now one-on-one, Daelin, who is still in his prime, is fighting with Samuro.

While the tribe sent strong men to attack, the warships of both sides were still pulling in at a high speed. About a thousand meters away, on the ship of the Duke of Farrewell, the orc in charge of monitoring the Duke couldn't help but let out an exclamation when he saw the arc of light emitted by his hero when he slashed.

"Huh? I didn't expect that human beings still have strong people!"

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

"There are much more powerful human beings than you can imagine." Duke Farrewell said coldly.

"But not you." The orc choked the Duke hard.

"Hmph!" The Duke snorted coldly, and the orc sword master behind him had already stepped forward, showing his threat.

"Now you can play your favorite bombardment."

The orc's arrogant and indifferent order almost pissed Farrewell half to death: Nima didn't give me the upper hand. Now seeing that your brainless commando is not working, I just thought of putting my boat on top.

That kind of aggrieved and helpless almost made Farrewell go crazy.

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

He had to raise his hand in a gesture of readiness to shell.

"Target……"

"The orc's garbage battleship." A cold voice took the second half of the Duke's lines.

Without giving anyone time to react, a cold breath exploded on the ship tower in an instant.

Biting cold air swept over the faces of everyone nearby like lightning, but only the guarded orc and the sword master were frozen.

In less than a hundredth of a second, all the orcs near Duke Farrewell turned into ice sculptures. Every orc's ferocious expression, stretched muscles, half-drawn blade...all the details are clearly visible. Unfortunately, they are just ice sculptures that have lost their lives.

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

"Your Excellency Duke Marcus, I didn't expect that you, the deputy commander of the alliance, would personally act..." the Duke muttered to himself.

Duke appeared chicly, and with a wave of his hand, a [Cone of Ice] combined with the characteristics of a tornado easily knocked those orc ice blocks out of the ship. Just before the big ice blocks fell into the sea, the continuous "click" sound stimulated the ear drums of every Bloodsail pirate.

Right under their noses, the orc watchers who had been threatening them for more than a month turned into brilliant icicles that dissipated in the wind.

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Even Losar, who is the commander-in-chief, can charge forward. Why can't I, the deputy commander-in-chief, go to the front line?"

While talking and laughing, the watcher disappeared.

It was Vanessa VanCleef, the incompetent maid returning from a brief training session at Ravenholdt Manor, who killed Jesse Farrewell's ship's watcher, and sliced ​​the orc into eighteen pieces with lightning combos. .

Not only her, but the assassins from SI:7 of the Stormwind Kingdom struck like lightning almost indiscriminately, slaughtering every orc on the Bloodsail pirate ship.

One after another, the Bloodsail pirate ships hoisted the flag of the Alliance. Until this time, no matter how slow the Horde's reaction was, they knew that the Bloodsail pirates were rebelling!

"I just said that humans are unreliable!" On the tribal battleship, the orc captain roared angrily.

Let the unskilled orc laborers change the direction of the huge horizontal sail, trying to catch up with the bloodsail pirate's battleship in a headwind state.

For the alliance's naval fleet, the Bloodsail pirate fleet is undoubtedly in the downwind direction.

But for the huge warships of the Horde, the Bloodsail Fleet is relatively in the upper hand.

The Bloodsail Pirates suddenly changed course, which brought huge troubles to the tribal warships. From the original numerical strength, it instantly turned into a siege with disparity in strength.

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

Under the impact of the gunpowder, the huge hinge bomb flew to the mast of the tribal warship hundreds of meters away. Well-trained and experienced in naval warfare, Bloodsail gunners easily destroyed the masts and sails of most Horde warships in two or three rounds.

While the Bloodsail Fleet tried its best to keep the ship in an S shape on the sea, it tried its best to keep the distance from the Horde warships to avoid being affected by the bombardment of the Alliance fleet.

After losing the mast and even the oars were cut off by the Naga of Duke with the trident, the huge warship of the Horde was like a pile of garbage floating on the sea, helplessly and desperately bearing the siege of the alliance fleet.

At this time, it was the Bloodsail fleet that ceased fire first.

Duke frowned slightly: "Why cease fire?"

"If you know the structure of the Horde's so-called battleship, Your Excellency will know that shelling is meaningless to them." Duke Farrewell explained.

"Um?"

"It's all those damned goblins!" Speaking of those short and greedy greenskins, Farrewell's eyes showed a fierce light of resentment: "The warships of the Horde are the masterpieces of those god-killing goblins in Booty Bay."

Last night, it was Vanessa and Duke who sneaked into Jesse's captain's room and learned that the bloodsail pirates were forced to join the Horde camp.

In the winter that just passed, Orgrim sent a large army of tribes to march south to Stranglethorn Vale, where the climate is warmer. The despicable and wicked goblin did not surrender when facing the Horde's army. Instead, he let the Horde let Booty Bay go in a way that Orgrim was very satisfied with.

First of all, the first thing is to sell the bloodsail pirates who are hostile to them. The Horde lacked a fleet, and the goblins with a bad appetite eagerly advised Orgrim to swallow the Bloodsail pirates. It happened to be the middle of winter at that time, and almost all the bloodsail pirates were in the bloodsail fortress on land.

In the end, he was taken over by the orcs who are invincible in land battles...

Of course, it's impossible for a hero like Orgrim to simply let the goblins be his gunmen, so there is this kind of super battleship that Duke has turned into a large piece of garbage.

Except that the hull is covered with iron sheets, and 10 cannons are symbolically installed, almost all other spaces are guarded baffles, a frenzied 'battleship'!