Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"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 powerful, and the Shadowmoon orcs, 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 water, 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 the smart 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's an advantage to Black.

He took a sip into his mouth. The amber liquid 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 warships, the Kul Tiran fleet can safely pass through any sea.

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 advantageous 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 summoned the power of the sea to bless the warships, and each ship was 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 comes, 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 it."

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 have a little 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 acted quickly, and more Hell magic was activated on the entire Nagfar. 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."

——

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's all black.

Its appearance is very similar to a classic sailing battleship.

But it's ridiculously big in every way.

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 need that.

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 shirts and white armor have entered a state of combat readiness.

The deck was full of sailors pushing naval guns into emplacements and undoing 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 behind the deck, twenty tide sages from the Church of Storms were 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 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 sailing along an unfamiliar route, and their destination is likely to be the legendary Broken Isles, where our expedition team crossed the rocky sea 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 little 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 he 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 room, 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 was always serious, hugged his wife and smiled.

This is a family photo.

Pictured just before the war started.

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

And now.

He is not anymore.

"Snapped"

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 one bit and have no interest in knowing what a bunch of greenskins think but here they are.

They were right in front of me. "

The knight stood upright, waiting for orders.

Dai Lin stood up in the dim captain's room. The captain's uniform on his body was wrinkled. 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.

After all, he lost his own son.

"Let the soldiers get ready. There is still a battle waiting for me to fight on the other side of Lordaeron. I don't have much time left for my own 'private grudges'."

Dai Lin hung the old pendant around his neck and said:

"The message sent by the orc killer is correct.

Ravenholdt's assassins said that he was a survivor of the Battle of Khaz Modan. He was filled with hatred for witnessing the destruction of the Third Fleet and had been hunting greenskins alone to avenge his comrades.

Cyrus, he hunted down an orc sword master and he did incredible miracles.

He is a hero!

You are our hero in Kul Tiras. After the war, you go there in person, find the child, and tell him that he is not a deserter!

No one could fault the sacrifice he made for his fellow men.

Bring him back.

Send him back to his home.

My son can no longer return home, but a hero should have a home that welcomes him.

Get my command knife, Cyrus. "

The great knight stepped forward immediately.

He handed Dai Lin a navy blue command sword with a scabbard, who grabbed it in his hand and put on his navy cloak.

He does not wear any insignia that symbolizes his status as a noble or a king.

Just strode out of the captain's cabin.

The sun shone down on Daelin Proudmoore. He stood by the third-floor railing, leaning on it with one hand and looking towards the deck. The sailors of Kul Tiras also saw their admiral and king.

I don’t know which smart officer shouted.

Soon, everyone raised their heads and called Dai Lin's name.

"Shua"

The admiral raised his hand as if it was an order. The next moment, all the cheers stopped. Everyone was quietly listening to his order, and the only sound was the rolling of the ocean tide.

"Soldiers, there are seven green-skinned ships sailing in front of us. I heard that there is a big green-skinned man inside."

Dai Lin's voice echoed on the deck.

The admiral shouted:

"I don't care who he is! I don't care what he's doing here! But he appears before my eyes, which makes me extremely happy. You have all heard about what happened to the Third Fleet on Khaz Modan.

You have lost a brave countryman, and Kul Tiras has lost a marshal.

but me

I lost my son.

Everyone, today's battle is not just for the alliance, not just for our civilization, it is also for ourselves!

This is a revenge.

This is the appetizer before a greater feast of vengeance. After tearing them apart, I will take you back to Lordaeron. I will take you to save our brethren on land.

I will work with you to drive the greenskins back to their hell!

Then, we will cheer for victory together in front of the gate of hell!

Now, everyone enters combat mode!

We only have two hours to fight seven of their ships with one ship! This means that each of you must kill seven greenskins before we can win!

But we know you can do it! "

The admiral paused.

His finger pointed forward, pointing in the direction of the orc fleet. The admiral wearing a sailor's tricorn hat held the railing and gave an order to his soldiers in a deep voice:

"The enemy is ahead! Course calibration! Forward! Kul Tiran Navy!"

"In the name of revenge, crush them!"