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In the face of the artillery fire of the human navy, the orc transport ships were basically unable to fight back. Their only long-range attack methods were trebuchets or manual throwing by soldiers.

However, the former is completely unable to aim on the sea, while the latter has a range that is too short and a power that is too small to compare with artillery.

The Alliance Navy's salvo was a massacre for the tribe.

After several rounds of artillery fire, the ocean in front of them became a "mass grave". The wreckage of countless ships and wooden planks were floating on the ocean. Countless landlubber orc warriors had no strength, but were mercilessly swallowed by the sea and became A perfect meal for aquatic and fish people.

Fortunately, the orcs' fleet was large enough that the Alliance could not finish the battle with salvos in a short while. War at sea was no better than on land, and the distance between ships was much greater than the dense formation of infantry on land. This makes it impossible for the salvo to cause excessive damage when faced with a large number of tribal navies.

Facing the "447" opponents who were basically unable to fight back, he issued the order for a general attack without any hesitation.

The alliance fleet finally broke off the line formation and began to charge towards the orc fleet individually. They planned to penetrate deep into the enemy's line, give full play to the killing capabilities of the artillery on both sides, and wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop.

On the tribe side, Orgrim, who had been holding back for a long time, finally gave the order to attack the Red Dragon troops of the Dragonmaw Clan.

Before that, he had been sitting back and watching his army being massacred by the enemy. Although his silver teeth were broken and his heart was tormented, he did not rashly give the order for the red dragon to attack.

What he was waiting for was the moment when the alliance began its general attack.

Orgrim knew very well that although he had the invincible aerial power of the red dragon in his hands, the only shortcoming of the red dragon was that the number was too small.

Therefore, it is necessary for him to try to make the red dragon play its maximum role.

It was for this reason that he did not dispatch the Red Dragon when the Alliance fired a salvo of artillery in the distance just now.

At the time of the salvo, the Alliance fleet was nearly a kilometer away from the tribe, and in order to take advantage of the number of broadside artillery, all the enemy ships in a line formation faced the tribe's warships from the side. This resulted in that even if the Red Dragon attacked, The enemy also has enough time to escape.

In this way, although it can reduce one's own losses, it will not cause fatal damage to the alliance's fleet at all.

Orgrim is definitely unwilling to get such a result, because if the enemy navy is not beaten in one breath, then they can easily come back and harass the tribe's maritime power at sea. Although the red dragon is invincible, it is not enough to escort the entire sea. route, which means that in future battles, the tribe will still have to face the powerful Alliance Navy, which Orgrim does not want to see.

However, things are different now.

The alliance's warships launched a general attack. In order to maximize the damage to the tribe, their fleet would close the fighting distance with the tribe, so that they would have to turn in the direction of the tribe.

As we all know, it is difficult for a ship to turn around at sea, especially the alliance that has the upper hand.

Now let the Red Dragon attack, and it will take a lot of time for the Alliance to escape. In this way, the Red Dragon can inflict heavy damage on them before they evacuate, so that they will never dare to face the tribe's maritime power again.

I have to say that Orgrim's calculation was very good.

On the Alliance side, when he witnessed the tribe's fleet beginning to collapse, Dai Lin gave a rare laugh. Soon, there will be no more tribes in this sea area.

At this moment, Sentry suddenly shouted from above: "Admiral! Something is coming towards us - from the sky!"

Proudmoore raised his head and looked at the sailor. He was pale and trembling, pointing north.

He pointed his telescope in that direction and soon discovered what had caused Sentry to shout.

A dark shadow was moving through the clouds in their direction. The things were too far away to see clearly, but he could tell they were large and fast. He didn't know that the tribe had anything that could Flight, but a premonition was warning Proudmoore that this battle was far from over.

Closer, closer.

When the black shadows were so close that Daelin could clearly see their appearance, he felt that the sky was falling.

There, swooping down through the clouds, was a dragon, its scales shining blood-red in the morning light. Behind him followed the second, third, and more... Their strong wings flapped, leading them closer to the target.

This fleet.

That is the legendary Dragon.

Although few people present have seen the existence of Dragon with their own eyes, the legend of Dragon has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts in Azeroth. Dragon's huge amounts of body, strong armor and terrifying dragon breath are all common in ordinary people. A terrifying existence that is popular among people.

And now, this legendary Dragon appeared in front of them, in the hands of their enemies.

When he thought of Dragon's flames and believed in wooden battleships, Dai Lin already understood the outcome.

"Poseidon, we need to retreat temporarily!" Dai Lin reluctantly issued this order, "order all ships to turn around immediately! Let's get out of here first!"

However, the next second he remembered that in order to fully kill the orc fleet, he ordered a general attack. When he found that the ships in the fleet were too close to each other during the general attack, he did not take action. After all, in his opinion at the time, Come on, there is no need to think about retreating when dealing with such an enemy who has no power to fight back.

As a result, it didn't take long for him to reap the consequences.

The distance between the warships is too close, so that the warships sandwiched by friendly forces cannot turn at all, which means that they either have to collide with friendly forces and make the same stupid mistakes as their opponents, or they can only go towards The terrible red dragon, heading towards death.

Although the red dragons had been staying behind the orc fleet, with their flight speed, they quickly appeared in front of the alliance fleet after Orgrim gave the order.

Red flames spurted out from the dragon's mouth and instantly engulfed several warships at the forefront.

Although the battleship was huge enough and was not completely destroyed by a breath of dragon's breath, the high-temperature dragon's breath still ignited the deck. In almost a minute, the battleship turned into a burning torch, and the gunpowder exploded. Before the ship was silenced, all the sailors on the ship had been burned to ashes.

"Damn things, those damn things!"

Looking at this miserable scene, Dai Lin covered his face in pain. At this moment, he particularly regretted why he underestimated his opponent so much, if he had been more cautious just now.

But soon, news that made him even more desperate came.

"Sir Daelin, there is news from the front, it is from Captain Derek Proudmoore."

Derek Proudmoore is his eldest son and the captain of a destroyer in his Third Fleet.

When Dai Lin took and unfolded the note handed over by the adjutant with a somewhat trembling hand, he almost fainted.

The note mentioned that Derek planned to personally lead the third fleet to attract the attention of the red dragons and distract them so that Dailin could take the opportunity to retreat.

But Daelin knew that meant his son's death.

His grief and anger caused him to hold onto the railing with both hands tightly. He felt that if he held on like this, his fingers would be broken or the wood on the railing would be dug out.

But now he must save his grief for later, if he does not live that long.

He put all thoughts about his eldest son behind him, and Proudmoore concentrated on thinking about tactics to deal with it. The dragon in the sky attacked his fleet, opening a way for the orc ships below. After their own side retreated, the orcs could continue to move forward.

If this continues, those orcs will be able to land in Hillsbrad or Nanhai Town, and this battle will end in his defeat.

He had to do something to undo this. .