Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The ocean looked deep and scary in the night.

The magic leader Malaculas stood on the deck of the huge ship, feeling the cold wind, and looked back at the channel he had just passed with his slender eyes.

The flat sea gave him a wide field of vision, so even if the clouds in the sky obscured the stars and moonlight, Laculas could still see the light of the war a thousand meters away.

[The alliance arrived so quickly...]

He sighed as he recalled the battle just now.

Humanity's intelligence was very fast. Starting from the first batch of tribal soldiers entering the northern waters of the Forbidden Sea in the morning, Laculas originally expected that humans would have to wait until midnight to bring the warship over to stop the tribe.

And this time is enough for these large numbers of tribal soldiers to pass smoothly.

But what I didn't expect was that humans would take action so quickly.From the discovery to the arrival of their warships in the Forbidden Sea, it was completely realized in the evening.The transmission of information took at least half a day, which meant that the naval soldiers from Kul Tiras took less than an afternoon to cross the continent.

[The strength of the navy is very different...]

Laculas thought that the Alliance only had a dozen or so warships here, but they successfully blocked most of the tribal ships, allowing him to successfully escape with more than 10 people.

You know, in the original plan, the tribe wanted at least 12 people to successfully land on the Arathi Highlands.

Now that there are so few people reduced, the risks they face have suddenly increased.

But this is normal, our protagonist is resting in another place.Kael'thas once guessed that the Horde's navy was inferior to the Alliance's navy.However, no matter how much he guessed, he did not understand how huge the gap between the two sides had become.

The Alliance's navy is as incomparable to the Horde's navy as cannons and spears.If the alliance's navy is a regular combat force, then for the tribes ruled by the orcs who have just come into contact with the ocean.At this moment, their navy is the target - in order to cover the transportation troops, they have no navy at all.

You can imagine that people are packed into a ship, and the cannon on the ship has a close range.Is this a unit that mainly relies on long-range professionals on the ship to attack? Is it a navy?

If it weren't for this time, the Alliance's navy would only use cannons.It cannot be as technological as in previous lives.It is estimated that according to the current situation, the tribe will not be able to leave even by a ship.

They relied on a large number of ships to attract the alliance's firepower, and then allowed the remaining ships to successfully break through.

There is a huge difference in technology, and there is nothing we can do about it.

Laculas felt a little regretful, but not at all discouraged.

Because he knows that the wars in this world are not at sea, but on land!

On land, how can the young bodies of humans compare with the orcs who are born for war?

The soldiers who sacrificed their lives just now and now for their breakout were all worth it.Because of their sacrifice, more victories can be achieved.

Laculas firmly believed this.

"How are you getting ready?"

At this time, an orc came to the deck. Laculas found out and asked him.

"The second unit has already gone to attack the elves, and the third unit is also preparing."

The orc grinned.The red eyes and long teeth make people shudder: "The Wildhammer dwarves have also been stopped and will not be able to gather with the elves for a while."

p;This is good news.

Laculas was satisfied, but he did not forget about serious matters.

"Where is the coast where we landed?"

he asked, then saw the orc point his hand forward.

Laculas followed his gesture and looked, not far ahead, on the cliffs and on the sea, there were sporadic firelights shining - that was exactly where they were going to land.

【I see...】

Judging from the firelight.The soldiers who arrived first are completing their mission very smoothly.

The efficiency is surprisingly high - perhaps this is also because most of them are orcs staying on the coast.

Their strength makes many things very efficient.

"Haha, get ready to log in!"

Laculas smiled, and as the supreme commander of this operation, a legendary troll, gave the order.

Looking out, one can see that there are 10 identical ships sailing around this ordinary and huge ship.These ships have no lights and no people on the deck. They sail silently on the dark ocean, making people feel like ghosts and horror.

A sharp sound sounded, and many ships began to rock after the sound.

"I'm going to get those guys out of the cabin, they're bored!"

The orcs turned around and smiled evilly. When passing the alliance defense line, in order to prevent their firepower from targeting them, these ships hid most of the soldiers in the cabins, creating the illusion that there were few people.

Coupled with the active provocation of those faster ships, these ships with the most people arrived here safe and sound.

In a few minutes the deck was crowded with cheering dense green figures, and the shore was within sight.

A few orcs from the coast were holding torches to guide the ship's movements.

Their method is very simple. A straight line of torches can instantly tell people where the ship should stop at night.

According to the previous plan, Laculas's ship will take the lead and land one by one - they don't have such a big landing place.

The tribe was very efficient, and the soldiers were in good order when they landed, but even so, it was only 15 minutes after Laculas and the others landed.

"Ahhhh land!"

"Wow, we finally left this damn sea!"

There were a few freed orcs cheering boldly, but in comparison, the trolls were much more conservative.

Laculas stood on the coast and saw some mysterious orcs dressed like wizards chanting spells. Green flames burst out from their hands and roared towards the ship Laculas had just left, burning it in a moment. Got to be clean.

Not even a piece of wood was left.

They no longer need tools at sea, and all that follows is a war on the ground.

Even after understanding this, Laculas couldn't help but feel a little chilly in his heart.

The orcs known as 'warlocks' are the most worrisome existence in the entire tribe, and their control over life is terrifying.It was undeniable that they were powerful, but Laculas could not see the thoughts of these orcs, and even vaguely sensed a turbulent status quo.

These sorcerers who play with life and summon demons?

Are you really loyal to the tribe?