Azeroth’s Death Track

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On the war-torn plain where people and horses were fighting, the shells fired from the city wall of Whispering Harbor streaked across the night sky, and finally hit the heads of the dark blade undead lined up.

This solid cannonball bounces on the ground like a ball kicked by naughty children, but everyone who stands in its way will be easily torn apart until the fuse in the cannonball ignites the gunpowder inside. , and then suddenly burst into scorching flames, swallowing several undead infantrymen around them.

The lethality of these old artillery is extremely limited, and even after the explosion, it is difficult to affect more soldiers. Compared with the newly installed howitzers of the Dark Blade Legion, this thing is like an old man staggering forward on the battlefield.

And every time the human artillery shoots a shell, the Dark Blade Legion's position can shoot at least 3 shells, and the accuracy is higher, but the legion commander did not aim the artillery at the human soldiers fighting fiercely on the battlefield, but pointed The muzzle of the artillery was raised and aimed at the walls of Whispering Harbor.

The commander of the artillery unit on the front line, Serent Firewing, knows very well that once the walls of Whispering Port collapse, the army of undead will be able to drive straight into the city. At that time, no matter how brave the soldiers under Lothar are, No matter how hard they try, they can't stop the full-scale attack of several battle groups.

Another problem is that Lothar's strategic vision is too outstanding. The width of the battlefield in front of Whispering Port is very narrow, and the location of this port is just between the cols at the foot of the mountain. It is extremely easy to defend and difficult to attack. Going down the city wall means that the number advantage of the undead is difficult to turn into crushing combat power.

It is almost the same as the Arathi battlefield back then, the only difference is that there is no bridge that can be destroyed in this place, and the undead, who have advantages in both quantity and quality, can only attack in the way Lothar expected. The combat capability of the undead was restricted, and the sky force was also thwarted by the human air force almost suicidally.

Those dwarf knights who were as bloody as chickens would even be crazy enough to hold bombs and die with bone dragons... And this is not a small probability event, human mages all over the city walls are still propping up a purple magic barrier over Whispering Harbor , making it impossible for the more flexible Necromancer to use bombing tactics to achieve results.

The city near the sea is almost like a turtle shell.

In short, in the final battle in the northern border, Lothar and his soldiers have risked everything. With no way to retreat, they broke out in the night to make the undead feel toothache. Combat power, it seems that after every soldier on the battlefield started to risk their lives, the silent and indifferent undead seemed not so scary anymore.

Although the battle is dominant, every commander with a clear mind knows that when the courage of the soldiers begins to dissipate due to time, that is when the really difficult battle begins.

Now this little victory, whether for humans or undead, is just an appetizer.

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The battlefield outside the Whispering Port was in turmoil, and the port inside the city was also in a state of panic. The final battle had already begun. Both civilians and sailors knew very well that the soldiers of the empire were using their lives to win them time to transfer. Therefore, every ship in the dock, as long as there is a vacancy, will put down the boards and hanging ladders, and load the civilians crowded on the dock onto the boat.

When one is full, it will leave the dock as fast as possible, and another ship will follow. There are even waves of small sampans full of civilians, starting from the dock to those who cannot enter the port. near the boat.

Under the illumination of giant searchlights, the entire port was buzzing with people. From time to time, unlucky people were squeezed off the pier and fell into the icy sea water. In such a critical situation, no one would take the initiative to save them.

Admiral, this can't work, we don't have enough ships!

Derek Promoder, who was wearing a blue captain's uniform, looked solemnly at the sea chart in front of him. Beside him, his first officer, Colonel Sanders Valentine, reported anxiously on the fleet's Condition:

We searched all the ships in the port just now. Scholars have calculated several times. Even if every ship is full of civilians, it will not be able to take away all the people in the port...even a third of them will be taken away. don't go!

Ballast off every ship! Let the able-bodied men go to the bottom bunker, so you can take more.

Drake said in a deep voice:

Let the sailors tie up the people on the deck with cables, so that some can be taken away!

It's too dangerous, Admiral, so that in case of a naval battle, those men in the bottom warehouse will...

Colonel Sanders retorted, only to see the indifference in Drake's eyes:

Execute the order! First officer, I must not think that these undead will allow us to run a second time. Starting from the worst situation, we must make a difficult choice.

Leave the safety issue to the first and second fleets of Kul Tiras. I will take our sailors to clear all dangers in the sea for them. What they have to do is to sail smoothly until the end of the day. These civilians are safely sent to Kul Tiras or Tol Barad! Take my words to the captain of every ship, even if the artillery emplacements are removed and every ship is dragged on a sampan, give me Fit the last person! Do you understand?

This this...

The young first officer was speechless, but the words disregard human life were clearly written on his face. For these sailors who have been walking on the sea all year round, he knew very well that the admiral's order meant What.

Most of the empire's immigrant fleets are conscripted merchant ships. In addition to the necessary sailors and technical crew, these ships can hold up to 100 people. Goblin merchant ships and pirates can hold 200-300 people depending on the type of ship. , the merchant ships belonging to Earl Barov and other noble merchants are standard models produced by the Kul Tiras Shipyard, with a full load of additional 400 people.

The nearly 40 troop carriers assembled by Kul Tiras and other kingdom fleets have the largest capacity, and each troop carrier can hold nearly 800 people at a time.

But the problem is that what is loaded on the ship now is not the goods that can be exposed to the wind and the sun, but people! are vulnerable people...

These merchant ships full of people are like unstable bombs floating on the sea. As long as there is a slight disturbance, even a big wave, it is enough to kill the entire ship. With the help of the surviving tidesages from Lars after the great purge, it is unlikely that these ships will be overwhelmed by the storm, but it is not difficult to imagine the difficulty and madness of this transportation.

Sanders, I know you're going to think I'm crazy, but listen to me, we've got to do it!

Admiral Drake raised his head and looked at the portrait of his father Dai Lin hanging in his cabin. He subconsciously clenched the command knife at his waist, and said in a deep voice:

Times have changed. Kul Tiras can no longer exist independently of the Empire. We are part of the Empire. Now, we must sacrifice our strength for our common country...at all costs!

Ding, ding, ding

The nautical clock placed on the flagship of the First Fleet, Admiral Derek's ship Queen Anna, made a low sound, which made the whole pier ring with piercing bells, which meant that the fleet was about to set sail. The civilians who were crying on the pier were stopped by the guards to prevent them from rushing into the sea in agitation.

But those cries, shouts, and roars made the heavily armed guards and paladins, as well as the escaped civilians on the deck of the fleet, silently mourn. Many parents in the crowd raised their children and shouted , trying to let the sailors take their children away, some civilians who couldn't bear it held hands, and in the steady current created by the tide sages, when the ships moved slowly, most of their bodies stretched out of the deck, During the wandering, I tried to take as many children as I could.

All of a sudden, the children leaving their parents' hands screamed loudly. Jaina, who was standing on the bridge of the Queen Anna, couldn't help but clenched her staff tightly. The emotional archmage turned around and tried hard not to Go see that doomsday scene.

In this icy night, the world throws its worst nightmare on the head of human civilization.

I'm too weak...

In the cold wind, Jaina murmured to herself, she leaned weakly against the ship's side, her fingers clenched her staff tightly, and even pinched a vein between her fingers.

If that night...that night I could kill Tyrion...if...not...it wouldn't be...

She closed her eyes, letting the tears run down her cheeks, her fingers clenched the silver anchor pendant floating on her chest, the only relic her father had given her.

Father...if I were stronger...

In the night behind her, in the sky beyond Whispering Harbor, on the battlefield where undead and warriors fought, the roar of artillery fire seemed to cover up the despair that flowed silently in the darkness.

And under the escort of the first and second fleets of Kul Tiras, this fleet composed of nearly 300 large and small ships sailed out of Whispering Harbor, bypassed the straits of the Tirisfal Mountains, and was about to enter the endless sea. At that moment in the sea, the Creator seemed to have heard Jaina's prayer. In the strange fog that enveloped the open sea, a huge, dark and familiar warship slowly rose from the bottom of the sea, like a swordsman blocking the way, Blocked in front of this giant fleet.

Wow, wow

The icy sea beat against the hull of the revived King of the Seas. The black hull, which no longer looked like a simple wooden material, echoed like steel. It was at least three times larger than the previous battleship. The black ship sailed through the mist, no... wherever it went, the rising icy mist covered the sea behind it.

On the bridge covered with seaweed and weird deep-sea parasites, a black figure stood there like a sculpture, he seemed to be the only one on the whole ship, those deep fogs wrapped around his body, in that black , Gorgeous, without a trace of wrinkle in the captain's uniform, the cold hand with black gloves is holding the handle of a golden strange sword.

Dai Lin was humming a low and hoarse ballad, his humming mixed with the icy sea tide, rolling over the dark sea, the familiar song soon crossed the sea and came to Kultila In the cabin of the flagship of the First Fleet of Sri Lanka.

Admiral Drake, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly raised his head. He grabbed his blue captain's cap and command knife and rushed onto the bridge. On the bridge, Drake's sister, Archmage Jaina, was also leaning on her staff, looking at the sea shrouded in mist and the giant black battleship looming in the mist.

what is that?

Drake put his hands on his younger sister's shoulders, and the latter shook her head blankly. She didn't notice that the silver anchor pendant hanging around her neck was already shining brightly.

Is this...the song, this hum, is this...the Daughter of the Sea?

Drake has traveled the entire endless sea with his father since he was a child. He has seen many strange things that happened on the sea, including the legends of those ghost ships, but Drake never believed in them. He even dismantled several ships with his own hands. Ships infested with evil magic, but this one...

By the Holy Light, this is bigger than my father's Sea Kingship... Wait, this ship...

The admiral's eyes widened. He turned his head and looked at his sister. Jaina was even more stunned. In the mage's excellent vision, she clearly saw the empty ship on the bridge. That familiar figure, but infested by darkness.

Father...

What?

I said... that's my father... You read that right, brother, that's indeed the King of the Seas!

The Kul Tiras First Fleet stopped at the edge of the foggy open sea, the horns of battle resounded throughout the fleet, and the Kul Tiras Second Fleet behind them quickly caught up, and those carrying The merchant ship full of civilians was ordered to retreat to a safe distance. On the deck of the Queen Anna, Derek Proudmoore shouted through loudspeaker magic in a slightly trembling voice:

This is the Kul Tiras Fleet, the ship ahead! Announce your identity!

This sound entered Dai Lin's ears, causing the admiral to let out a disdainful snort. His leather boots tapped lightly on the deck under his feet, like a signal. The next moment, Derek and Ji While Anna was staring dumbfounded, in the mist behind the giant black ship, silent warships slowly crawled out from under the sea surface.

Just like those undead crawling out of the tomb, in just an instant, outside the misty sea, the two fleets of Kul Tiras were surrounded by ghost ships that were several times larger than themselves.

Pairs of blue or dark red soul fires were ignited on the decks of those ghost ships. Under the silent gaze of those deep-sea sailors, the living people of the two fleets seemed to sail into the ghost ship without knowing it. Like the abyss of the sea.

My children...

A familiar voice came from the deck of the huge black ship, and the footsteps in the darkness seemed to be stepping on everyone's heartstrings.

I'd love to tell you how much I miss you...and I'd love to see you sail across the ocean...but...

The dead... cannot speak.

Dai Lin's figure finally appeared in the eyes of Drake and Jaina. Their father held a dark golden saber wrapped in black smoke, and said in a bone-chilling voice:

Come, descendants of Proudmoore... my most beloved sons and daughters...

Come and accept the test of the sea.