Shadow Bear Tibbers’ Plane Journey

The endless sea, about a dozen nautical miles north of the Maelstrom, where the wind is whistling, the rain is pouring, and the lightning and thunder are like night. Generally speaking, it is certain that no creatures on the seabed of ships dare to be here at this time active. Because that ruthless wind and waves are enough to break or capsize any ship with poor performance or navigator with insufficient skills! Even underwater creatures like naga or murlocs will dive deep into the sea, far away from the violent sea surface and the chaotic ocean currents. Even the lowest level marine fish, the instinct of creatures to seek advantages and avoid harm will drive them away from here. .

However, here, in the yellow danger zone of the vortex ocean currents indicated on the Kul Tiras naval chart, there is a large group of Kul Tiras’s Seventh Fleet navy, desperately chasing after the storm. The tribal fleet fleeing ahead!

The distance here is about a depression from the dangerous maelstrom, at most a dozen nautical miles, which is an extremely dangerous area!

In normal times, when the wind is insufficient or the heading is wrong, if any ship accidentally enters here, there will always be a dead end! But today, neither the Kul Tiras navy on the offensive side nor the tribal fleet on the fleeing side, regardless of the degree of danger here, continue to head southeast, driven by the powerful whirlpool currents rotating clockwise. And the violent tenth-level north wind rushed wildly on the sea with an incredible degree.

Under the multi-day storm rituals of the orc shamans, the black clouds above the sky were constantly rolling, and the thunder exploding was deafening. At the same time as the heavy rain poured down, there were thick blue and white lightning. From time to time, it fell down from above, and blasted directly onto the dark and dim sea.

Those huge waves that were almost as high as the bow of the ship swooped down towards the bow or stern of both sides one after another, causing countless cubic meters of salty water to rush into the deck and the cabins below! At this time, both humans and orcs, both sides arranged for countless sailors and soldiers to continuously use wooden barrels to hoist the sea water that poured into the inner bottom of the ship to a higher deck, and then continuously from the ship’s window. Exhaust hard!

Both of them had to do this, because in the case of high winds and high waves, the sea water rushing into the cabin is not a joke! Just now, several orc ships have sunk due to untimely filling and draining of sea water.

At this time, the sails and cables of both sides had been tied up, and no one dared to easily run to the deck without protection! Because if you really want to do that, the ruthless giant wave will instantly swallow anyone and pull it directly into the deep sea...

Compared with the poor drainage efficiency of the orcs, the 7th Fleet of the Kul Tiran Navy is much more professional! In addition to the necessary use of labor and buckets to drain the water, each ship has two manpowered drainage vehicles on the left and right. As long as people keep stepping on the drainage device like the water drain, they can keep turning. When you get up, you can drain the sea water directly out of the cabin through the pipeline!

At this time, in addition to going down the wind and rushing forward along the ocean current, the countless ships on both sides also swayed violently from time to time!

This terrible situation has long been used to the Kul Tiran people who are used to seeing wind and waves, and the entire fleet is still the navy! At most, it just makes them slower and more careful when moving in the cabin.

However, for most of the tribal warriors who are land ducks, this is terrible!

"Warchief! Our loss is too serious! I just took a look at the stern of the ship, and the ships that are still following us may not be half as they were!"

At the forefront of the orcs, on the ship of Warchief Thrall, King Saurfang carried the axe of his high-ranking warlord, staggeringly leaning on the railings of the thick wooden ship, and struggling to find it was still on the bow. On the ground, facing the wind, rain, thunder, and waves, he stood firmly on the deck, constantly beside Thrall who was casting some kind of shaman spell, and then began to report loudly.

During this time when the enemy and ourselves were chasing and fleeing each other, this side of their tribe had suffered extremely heavy losses!

Anyway, as King Saurfang himself just estimated, they have lost more than half of their ships! And half of these ships may have been destroyed by the Seventh Fleet and sunk or swallowed by the ruthless Maelstrom after being wounded; some of them may have been lost and rammed into the Maelstrom; the others, After being swept away by a big wave, there was no sign for an instant...

"Saurfang... we have no choice but to move on!"

Thrall, who kept guiding the strong wind to blow his sails and instructing the sea to drag the ships near him and rush forward, could only calm his face and reluctantly gave Saurfang such a reply.

Their tribal fleet has already lost more than half of them, and Thrall certainly knows! Thrall, as the great chief now, thinks that he was attacked by the enemy because of his wrong decision, but he is more distressed than anyone, angry more than anyone, and more guilty than anyone else!

but……

This is just like what he said, they really have no other choice now, they can only continue to bite the bullet and continue to rush forward, life and death depends on the next blog! Otherwise, even if it was not swallowed by the sea, it would be sunk by the Kul Tiran navy behind him.

"But, the front is really too dangerous...It's a big vortex, can we really rush through?"

As the foremost navigation ship, Saurfang jumped to the railing of the bow, and then, regardless of the huge waves that hit his face from time to time, let them slam heavily on his body and face, while also letting those The bitter and salty sea water poured into his throat from his open fangs mouth, and he stared at the far distance of their ship's voyage.

Right in front, it was a huge crater with barely visible edges, just like the Mulgore Plain next to the Barrens, surrounded by mountains... However, Saurfang knew that. It is not a plain or a big valley, but a huge maelstrom that is bigger than the entire Durotar!

Once they are scraped in, then, none of them want to live!

"We can definitely, and the soul of the ancestors will definitely protect us!"

"Now, the shamans are working hard with me... As long as they don’t fall behind, we will definitely be able to rush over, definitely..."

The Great Chief Thrall, whose whole body has been drenched in sea water, kept his hands in cooperation with the shamans in the cabin to guide the power of the storm and the sea, planning to do his best to give the rest of the tribal fleet. The warriors seek a difficult way of life!

And this is his self-salvation by Thrall for the mistakes he made...

"Saurfang, my brother..."

"The diagnosis here is very dangerous, and I won't care about you later...you should hide in the cabin quickly!"

Holding the hammer of destruction high, he continued to guide the power of the shaman, trying to communicate with the elements of the storm and the sea. When Thrall is now King Saurfang still carrying his battle axe, his hands firmly hold the bow of the ship. After holding on to the railing and refusing to leave, he couldn't help but persuade him a little bit.

Now on the bow deck, there will be nothing except thunder, storm, heavy rain and huge waves. It is too dangerous! Therefore, at this time, running into the cabin is the best choice.

"No, Thrall..."

"If we are all going to die today, then I will stand here too, standing here at the bow, watching with my eyes wide open how I died! Instead of running into the cabin like a coward, Waiting tremblingly for the verdict of fate! I will never!!"

"We orcs, never give up!"

"The demons of the Burning Legion have not defeated us...nor have human beings able to enslave us... Now, this kind of wind and waves also cannot make us succumb..."

Boom! ! !

As soon as Saurfang’s words fell, after a flash of lightning, a huge wave swooped down towards their bow, so he had to close his mouth quickly, and firmly grasped the thick and sturdy beam. He fixed his body to the bow of the ship, so that the waves did not swallow him away.

If he was swept into the sea by the wind and waves as soon as he finished speaking that kind of rhetoric, then he would be stunned!

"..."

However, his mouth grew a bit big just now, and he was accidentally filled with seawater. Therefore, for the sake of his own body, he was able to hold on in the bow for a while. King Saurfang felt that he was still It is better to keep your mouth shut.

"Sorry... my brother..."

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"Good fellow! Chased another one!"

At this time, another tribal sailing ship was left behind due to the unprofessional operation of the amateur sailors, and then they landed so desperately that they could reach the right-hyun muzzle of the Admiral.

"Fire! Fire at once! Good chance, hurry up, pull off those tarps, fire them one by one, and sink them violently!!"

"Attention to all gunners: only one shot at a time is allowed, volleys are strictly forbidden! We may only have one chance to fire. Give me a shot before shooting!"

On the second and third decks of the right-hyun window, when the artillery officers saw the tribal ship swaying to their right-hyun outside, they were extremely excited, and one by one opened the muzzle waterproof Bu, after aiming, directly stretched the non-extinguishable magic torch onto the medicine door of the naval gun.

boom! boom! boom!

A cannon began to sound one after another, and a shell slammed through the tumbling waves towards the enemy ship.

However, in this torrential rain and thunderous weather, the sound of the cannon was quickly obscured by the roar of thunder... Except for the battleship that fired the gun and the ship that was hit, no one would pay attention to this. Voice, most of them, are still fighting with the gale and the huge waves.

Soon, amidst the excited cheers of a group of Kul Tiran sailors, on the rough ship of the opponent, after more than 30 shells passed, although only three to five shells were lucky enough to hit the opponent, they were in front of the opponent. While holes were smashed into his hull, there was also one that was lucky enough to discount the opponent's mast.

"Well done!"

"Continue to reload, pay attention to waterproof, don't worry about it, they are dead!"

If it is in another place, they may stop making up the knife until the opponent sinks!

But now, in the Maelstrom in the storm area, when they saw the other ship being carried to the south by the waves and the current of the Maelstrom, they knew that those hapless tribal beasts were definitely out of rescue. !

"Quick! Open your eyes and see who else falls within our range!"

After sinking and gaining the record of an enemy ship, this Kul Tiras artillery officer cut a notch on the wooden board beside him with a knife, and smiled at those busy people. The artillery commanded and shouted.

There were already three fresh nicks on the hull plank beside him, proving that they had destroyed or damaged three enemy ships! But here, the damage is equivalent to the destruction, there is no fluke!

"Attention, show me everything carefully, look at the magic lights on the bow and stern, and then look at the sails, don't hit yourself!"

Now in the storm zone, the sky is a bit dim due to the weather and heavy rain. However, the Kul Tirans naturally have a set of identification measures for navigating in the dark, heavy rain or thick fog and distinguishing friendly forces, which is more messy than the tribes ahead. The beasts are so much better! After all, they Kul Tiras have sailed in this ocean for countless generations, and the accumulated experience is not something ordinary people can imagine.

"Wait... what do the previous ships want to do? No! They are about to hit, hurry up and avoid!!!"

Just as the sailors on this ship were really happy to bombard the enemy, they discovered to their horror that several of the tribal ships that had been rushing forward with the wind and the water, which landed at the end, suddenly turned their rudder, in a frenzy A big semicircle was drawn on the sea, and then, while there was still some power, it ran into the ships of the Seventh Fleet that were the closest to chasing the orcs against the strong sea wind and waves!

On the ship deck of those orcs, some crazy bloodthirsty tribal soldiers with sharp blades can also be seen vaguely, such as those pig heads, bull head monsters or green skins...

Although most of the ships that turned abruptly, due to the violent north wind and ocean currents, they gradually lost their degree and were driven by the vortex to the direction of the large vortex, but there were still two ships. He smashed into a warship in the Seventh Fleet that was too far forward because of the chasing too closely!

"Kill!!"

"Ready to fight!"

"what……"

When they collided, apart from the faint sound of fighting and weapon collision, the three ships that were entangled and lost their degrees soon were taken south by the relentless storm and vortex. After a while, he was completely gone.

"..."

"Your Excellency! We can't go on like this anymore. The area ahead is very dangerous. If we don't leave, we may not be able to leave!!"

"Hurry up and retreat, Lord Admiral! Ours is a big ship, listen to the strange noises of the keel and planks on our ship... We are not as stupid as the orcs. In this weather and In sea conditions, their breaking ship performance is more powerful than our delicate warships!!"

"Please retreat, Your Excellency Admiral... Enough now, those tribal beasts, their fate, let the ruthless sea be judged!"

As the foremost navigation and commanding flagship, the people on the Admiral also saw the depression of the maelstrom in the distance and the naval warship that had just been hit by several orc tribal ships that wanted to die together. So, at this time, the first officer who had been staying next to Dai Lin finally couldn't help but utterly persuade Your Excellency Admiral Dai Lin who personally steered the wind and rain.

Now this area is already on the edge of the red and yellow dangerous areas, plus they are navigation ships, one careless one can bring the entire fleet behind into the ditch! When the time comes, it will really make a big joke!

"..."

"Well, you're right... Then let's go now..."

Looking at the thirty or fifty remaining large ships of the tribes that are close at hand and may be wiped out soon after chasing for a while, the Admiral Dailin Proudmoore thought about it seriously, and in the end, the reason was still very fast. Overcoming the hatred, and then turning the rudder fiercely, from the original southeast course to the right south by using the crosswind.

"Go, you hang up the magic navigation lights on the stern and the mast to withdraw from the battle, let the ships behind follow, we will start to evacuate now..."

Although there is no complete orc fleet ~www.readwn.com~, the opponent must have wiped out most of the warships during the three hours of the pursuit, and the remaining ones, can they successfully escape from the Maelstrom It was still unknown, so Dai Lin felt that they had already achieved a brilliant victory, and it was time to retreat.

If it is in other places, just one order is enough. However, now we are here in the dangerous Maelstrom of the Endless Sea. After tearing the earth through the explosion and sinking of the Well of Eternity, the magnetic field here has become abnormally chaotic. Those pointing needles, whether it is a guide or a north point Not much use anymore.

Therefore, in this stormy weather, they can only rely on their experienced old captains to reluctantly judge the direction according to the direction of the current, and they must always be vigilant! Otherwise, in the boundless sea, the rolling waves will make you accidentally drive the boat where you shouldn't go, and then it will be forever!

"Yes! Your Excellency Admiral!"

Finally, with Dai Lin's order, a magic navigation light with a special color began to hang on the stern and mast of the Admiral. In this stormy area, they looked unusually dazzling! Then, the naval warships of Kul Tiras continued to fight the wind and waves while silently following behind the front flagship, and began their triumphant sailing after victory.

In this battle, they won countless, at least half of the orc fleet was destroyed directly or indirectly by them, and at least tens of thousands of tribal soldiers were buried by them into the ruthless sea...

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