"I have never been to Kul Tiras. After taking Stormwind City, Gul'dan tried to send me to assassinate your king Daelin, but the sea is not the orcs' advantageous battlefield.

Your fleet is very powerful, but the Shadowmoon orcs, who are the best sailors among the orc clans, are as weak as children in front of you."

On the deck of the Nagfar, which is submerged deep under the sea, under the silent control of a group of Vrykul ghosts, the keel ghost ship sails like a submarine.

This ship is attached with the magic of Hades, so that after it dives, it can form a protective shield like a water cover, but for a group of dead people, this function has no meaning in the past.

Now it comes in handy.

Garona looked at the shadow cast by the orc warship on the sea above her head. In the water cover, she crossed her arms, her blue eyes full of expectation.

She said to Blake beside her:

"The deterrent power of the Kul Tiran fleet at sea forced Gul'dan to give up that ridiculous plan. I have never seen that bastard so depressed."

"He should give up, that would be a wise choice."

The pirate was holding a bottle of rum entwined with seaweed, which had been in the cargo hold of the Nagfar for who knows how long.

If the dead don't drink this stuff, it will be an advantage to Black.

He took a sip into his mouth. The amber wine had a mellow aroma, which made him purse his lips and wipe his mouth roughly with his sleeve like a real pirate.

He glanced over his head and said:

"On every battleship in Kul Tiras, there are tide sages from the Church of Storms. Those guys are very similar to mages, but they use the power of the sea.

With them on board the battleships, the Kul Tiran fleet can safely pass through any sea area.

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

Get help from the tide in all naval battles, seize powerful terrain as quickly as possible, and even fire salvos of artillery shells, and you will be given a smoother and more accurate trajectory.

Moreover, the tide sages summon the power of the sea to bless the warships, and each ship is a moving magic barrier.

I don't know if the legendary assassin can escape their surveillance.

But in the hundreds of years since the fleet cooperated with the Church of Storms, no naval admiral in Kul Tiras has died due to an assassin's assassination."

Blake recalled the memories of Prince Drake in his mind and said:

"The Kul Tiras fleet is invincible on the endless sea, not just because of the bravery of the sailors or the tyranny of the battleships. There are more practical reasons behind their victories."

"Um."

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

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

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

Blake took another sip of wine and said in a playful tone:

"Madam, thirty years ago, when Dai Lin first went to sea as a captain at the age of fifteen, until now, there is no record of his prey being able to escape."

"You seem to be very familiar with Daelin Proudmoore?"

Garona said:

"You admire him?"

"I used to admire him very much."

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

"Right now, I just have a headache..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

As soon as the pirates finished speaking, a low horn echoed in the deep sea behind the deck of the Nagfar, which was a signal to assemble.

The dead lookout of the keel battleship discovered a powerful enemy appearing in the nearby waters.

All the Vrykul Mist Warriors moved quickly, and the Hades magic on the entire Nagfar was activated more. This ghost ship was ready for battle.

"Look, ma'am."

Blake grinned, smiled at Garona, and said:

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

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On the sea several kilometers away from the orc fleet.

A lone battleship was sailing against the wind. Even though it was against the wind, the sailing speed of this battleship was at least twice as fast as the speed of the orcs sailing with the wind.

It is completely black.

Its appearance is very similar to a classic sailing battleship.

But it's ridiculously big in every aspect.

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 guns, it is the flagship of the entire Kul Tiras fleet.

Its reputation is known to everyone in the endless sea.

It is a war monster belonging to Admiral Daelin Proudmoore.

It's called Sea King.

Since its birth, there has been no opponent qualified to challenge it on this boundless sea. In the past, every time it went out on patrol, it would be escorted by a huge number of warships.

Although it doesn't require those.

But just as a powerful commander is never separated from his soldiers, Daelin's flagship rarely travels 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 are under full sail at this time.

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

There were sailors everywhere on the deck pushing the naval guns into the gun emplacements and unhooking the gun jackets.

The gun windows on the middle and lower gun decks were also opened, and black gun barrels poked out of them one by one.

In the forecastle and stern building behind the deck, twenty tide sages from the Church of Storms are trying their best to cast spells to communicate with the power of the sea, reverse the headwind, and change the currents.

It's like laying out a luxurious red carpet for the appearance of the emperor of the sea.

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

The loyal Lord Knight of Kul Tiras, Cyrus, strode into the captain's room. He was wearing armor and was as strong as a bull. His tone was serious. He was sitting on the captain's seat with his head lowered.

The chief admiral reported:

"The greenskins are traveling along an unfamiliar route, and their destination is probably the legendary Broken Islands, where our expedition team traveled through the rocky waters many years ago.

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

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

He just touched the pendant in his hand. It was a bit old, but it was made with exquisite craftsmanship and was made of a rare jade-like nautilus.

The admiral stroked it with a gentle gesture, and gently opened the nautilus pendant. There was a magical image on it, like a photo.

The difference is that it moves.

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

In the photo, Dai Lin was wearing a sailor suit and holding his wife Catherine in his arms. In front of them, his eldest son Derek was showing a bright smile.

He held the naughty Tanred's head with his left hand, and held his sister Jaina with his right hand, letting her sit on his shoulders. Everyone was laughing.

Even Dai Lin, who has always been serious, hugged his wife and smiled.

This is a family photo.

A photo taken just before the war started.

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

And now...

He is not anymore.

"Pa"

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 knight.

He said hoarsely:

"I don't care where they're going, Cyrus, I don't care a bit, and I have no interest in knowing what a bunch of greenskins are thinking...but here they are.

They are right in front of me."

The great knight stood up straight, waiting for orders.

Dai Lin stood up in the dim captain's room. The captain's uniform on his body was rumpled. He was also a little unshaven, his hair was a little messy, and his eyes were still bloodshot from long-term insomnia.

He must have been having a very bad time during this period.

After all, he lost his own son.
To be continued...