Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 71 70. The Fury of the King of the Sea (Part 1)

   "I haven't been to Kul Tiras, and after taking Stormwind, Gul'dan tried to send me to assassinate your king Daelin, but the sea is not an advantageous battlefield for the orcs.

   Your fleet is mighty, and the most navigable Shadowmoon orcs of the orc clan are as weak as children before you. "

   Deep under the water on the deck of the Nagfar, the keeled ghost ship sails like a submarine, silently maneuvered by a group of vrykul ghosts.

  This ship is attached with the magic of hell, and after it dives, it can form a protection like a water cover, but for a group of dead people, this function used to be meaningless.

   now comes in handy.

  Garona looked at the shadow cast by the orc battleship on the sea above her head. In the water cover, she folded her arms and her blue eyes were full of anticipation.

   She said to Blake beside her:

   "The deterrence of the Kul Tiras fleet at sea forced Gul'dan to abandon that ridiculous plan, and I've never seen that **** so frustrated."

   "He should give up, that's a wise choice."

  The pirate held a bottle of rum wrapped in seaweed in his hand, which had been in the cargo hold of the Nagfar for a long time.

   Dead people don't drink this stuff, it's cheaper for Black.

   He took a sip into his mouth, and the amber liquor had a mellow fragrance, which made him pursed his lips, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve like a real pirate.

   He glanced over his head and said:

   "On every battleship in Kul Tiras, there are tidesages from the Church of the Storm, who are very similar to mages, but use the power of the sea.

  With them on board, the Kul Tiras fleet can safely pass through any sea.

  The sea breeze is their eyes, which can help to detect all opponents on the sea in advance.

   Get the help of the tide in all naval battles, seize the terrain at the fastest speed, and even fire a salvo of artillery shells, which will be given a smoother and more accurate trajectory.

   And the sages of the tide, summon the power of the sea to bless the warships, and each ship is a moving magical enchantment.

   I don't know if Legendary Assassins can escape their surveillance.

   But in the hundreds of years since the fleet and the Church of Storms cooperated, Kul Tiras has not had a single admiral who died in an assassin's assassination. "

  Black recalled the memories in his head that belonged to Prince Drake, saying:

   "The fleet of Kul Tiras is invincible on the endless seas, not only by the bravery of the sailors, or the tyranny of the warships. There are more realistic reasons behind their victories."

"Um."

  Garona nodded, and after a few seconds, she asked again:

   "You sent a letter to Dai Lin two days ago. Will he come? And even if he does, can he accurately target the small fleet of Gul'dan on the vast sea?"

   "Are you doubting Dalene Proudmoore's ability? Or are you doubting the determination of the Admiral?"

  Black took another sip of wine, and he said in a playful tone:

   "Ms. Thirty years ago, Dai Lin went out to sea for the first time as a captain when she was fifteen years old. Until now, there is no record of escape for the prey he was eyeing."

   "You seem familiar with Dalene Proudmoore?"

   Garona says:

   "You admire him very much?"

   "I used to worship."

  Blake drank his last sip of rum, put the bottle to his ear and shook his head, then threw it out of the water curtain, he burped and said with his hips on his hips:

   "Now, it's a bit of a headache"

   "woo woo woo"

   As soon as the pirate's voice fell, behind the deck of the Nagfar, there was a low horn echoing in the deep sea, which was a signal of assembly.

  The dead watchman of the keel battleship found a strong enemy in the nearby waters.

   All the vrykul fog warriors moved quickly, the **** magic on the entire Nagfar was activated more, and the ghost ship was ready for battle.

   "Look, ma'am."

  Black grinned at Garona and said:

   "Dai Lin is here, let's calm down and enjoy his revenge performance."

—

   On the sea several kilometers away from the orc fleet.

   A solitary warship is sailing against the wind. Although it is against the wind, the speed of this warship is at least twice as fast as the speed of the orcs travelling downwind.

  It is all black.

   It looks like a classic sailing battleship.

   But it's a bit outrageous in every way.

With a length of nearly 120 meters, a displacement of 3,500 tons, a full crew of 1,300 people, four artillery decks, and a total of 200 naval guns, it is the flagship of the entire Kul Tiras fleet.

   Its prestige is known to everyone on the endless sea, and everyone knows it.

   It is a war monster belonging to Admiral Dalene Proudmoore.

   It's called the Sea King.

  Since its birth, on this boundless sea, there has not been an opponent qualified to challenge it. In the past, every time it went out on a cruise, there would be a huge number of warships escorting it.

   Although it doesn't need those.

   But just as a mighty commander is never separated from his soldiers, so Daelin's flagship is rarely dispatched alone.

   There is no doubt that today is an exception.

   On the deck of this battleship, there are three large masts and a huge foremast, which is at full sail at this time.

  More than 1,300 Kul Tiran sailors wearing green shirts and white armor have entered a state of combat readiness.

  The deck was full of sailors pushing the guns into their positions and unbuttoning their gun suits.

  The gun windows on the middle and lower artillery decks were also opened, and the black gun barrels protruded from them one by one.

  In the bow and stern at the rear of the deck, twenty tide sages from the Church of the Storm are trying their best to cast spells, communicate the power of the sea, reverse the headwind and change the current.

   is like laying out a luxurious red carpet for the appearance of the emperor of the sea.

   "Your Majesty! We have found the target, just ahead!"

The loyal Kul Tiras great knight Cyrus strode into the captain's room. He was dressed in armor and was as strong as a bull. He had a serious tone. He was sitting on the captain's seat with a low expression. The Head Admiral reports to:

   "The Greenskins are traveling on an unfamiliar route, most likely to the fabled Broken Isles, where our expedition traveled through the reef-strewn seas many years ago.

   According to their reports, there was nothing but a deserted and dead beach. "

   Dai Lin, who was sitting in the captain's seat, did not answer.

   He was just stroking the pendant in his hand. It was a little old, but the craftsmanship was superb, and he used a rare, jade-like nautilus.

Admiral    stroked it with a gentle gesture, he gently opened the nautilus pendant, and there was a magical image on it, like a photo.

  The difference is that it moves.

  Dai Lin was in the dark captain's room, looking at the magic image in her hand with tender eyes.

   In that photo, Dai Lin was wearing a sailor suit, holding her wife Catherine in her arms. In front of them, her eldest son Drake was showing a bright smile.

   He held the head of the mischievous Tan Reid in his left hand, and his sister Jaina in his right hand, and let her sit on his shoulders, and everyone was laughing.

   Even the always serious Dai Lin hugged his wife and smiled.

   This is a family photo.

   Group photo just before the war started.

  At that time, in addition to ruling the kingdom of Kul Tiras, he had a complete family, and he was also a good father and a good husband.

   And now.

   He is not anymore.

"Snapped"

  The tenderness in Dai Lin's eyes turned into pain at this moment. He closed the pendant in his hand and held it tightly in his hand. He raised his head and looked at his loyal great knight.

   He said hoarsely:

   "I don't care where they're going, Cyrus, I don't care at all, and I'm not interested in getting to know a bunch of greenskins thinking but here they come.

   They are right in front of my eyes. "

  The Great Knight stood up straight, he was waiting for an order.

  Dai Lin stood up in the dark captain's room, the captain's uniform on his body was wrinkled, his whole body was a little unshaven, his hair was a little messy, and there were bloodshots in his eyes from long-term insomnia.

   He must have had a bad time.

   After all, he lost his son.

   "Prepare the soldiers. There is still a battle in Lordaeron waiting for me to fight. I don't have much time for my 'private grudges'."

   Dai Lin hung the old pendant around her neck and said:

   "The message from the orc killer is correct.

   Ravenholdt's Assassins say that he was a survivor of the naval battle of Khaz Modan, hated for witnessing the destruction of the Third Fleet, and had been hunting the Greenskins alone to avenge his comrades.

   Cyrus, he hunted down an orc juggernaut, he did incredible miracles.

  He is a hero!

   is the hero of our Kul Tiras. After the war, go there yourself, find the boy, and tell him that he is not a deserter!

   No one can accuse him of offering sacrifices to his fellow men.

   Bring him back.

   sent him back to his home.

  My son can't go home anymore, but the hero should have a home to welcome him.

  Bring my sword, Cyrus. "

  The great knight stepped forward immediately.

   Handed a sea-blue naval commander knife with a scabbard to Dai Lin, who grabbed it in his hand, and put on his navy cloak.

   does not carry any badges that symbolize the status of nobles and kings.

   just strode out of the captain's room.

   The sun shone down on Dalene Proudmoore. He stood by the third-tier railing, leaning on it with one hand, and looked out to the deck. The sailors of Kul Tiras also saw their admiral and king.

   I don't know which clever officer shouted.

   Soon, everyone raised their heads in unison and called Dai Lin by his name.

  “Shu”

Admiral    raised his hand, like an order, the next moment, all the cheers stopped, everyone listened to his order quietly, only the sound of the tide was rolling.

   "Soldiers, ahead of us, there are seven green-skinned ships sailing, and I heard that there is a big green-skinned man inside."

  Daelin's voice echoed on the deck.

Admiral    shouted:

   "I don't care who he is! I don't care what he's here for! But I'm overjoyed when he appears before my eyes, and you've all heard of what happened to the Third Fleet on the Khaz Modan Sea.

   You have lost your gallant brethren, and Kul Tiras has lost a marshal.

but me

   I lost my son.

   Ladies and gentlemen, today's battle is not just for the Alliance, not just for our civilization, it's for ourselves too!

   This is a revenge.

   This is the appetizer before a greater feast of revenge comes, and after tearing them up, I will take you back to Lordaeron, and I will take you to rescue our compatriots on land.

   I will drive the greenskins back to their **** with you!

  Then, we'll be together at the gates of hell, cheering for victory!

   Now, everyone is in a state of battle!

   We only have two hours, we have to fight seven of their ships with one ship! That means each of you must kill seven greenskins before we can win!

   But we know you can do it! "

Admiral    stopped.

   His fingers pointed forward, pointing in the direction of the orc fleet. The admiral with the sailor's triangle hat held the railing and gave his soldiers the order in a deep voice:

   "The enemy is ahead! Course alignment! Advance! Kul Tiras Navy!"

   "In the name of revenge, crush them!"

   (end of this chapter)