Gul'dan thought that the pirates who wanted money more than their lives would betray humans and help the orcs, but he forgot that the pirates who wanted money more than their lives turned around and sold the orcs too.
Although the tribe's secret operations were guarded against the pirates, going to sea to fight was not just a matter of going out in the morning and going home at night. The preparations could not be hidden from these seals.
So the Alliance got the exact information the day after the Horde army set sail.
Although we don't know where the orcs' landing site is, knowing the approximate landing time is already a huge strategic advantage.
The only good news for the tribe is that the alliance with the trolls has not yet been exposed. The Alliance army, which is fully preparing for war, does not know that its anus has been targeted by a group of long-tusked monsters.
For half a year, Orgrim secretly provided the Zul'Aman trolls with enough steel weapons to arm an army of 10,000 people, greatly improving the combat effectiveness of Zul'jin's army. As for the armor, the orcs were still lacking, so they could only provide some symbolically.
The Dragonmaw Clan's work of enslaving and training red dragons is progressing smoothly. A total of fifty enslaved adult red dragons and more than four hundred young dragons catalyzed by the Demon Soul and corresponding riders will serve the tribe.
After visiting the Dragonmaw Clan training base in Grim Batol, Orgrim gained a deeper understanding of the power of magic.
Seeing Alexstrasza, the red dragon queen whose eyes were more than half his height, succumb to an object the size of a dinner plate, Orgrim made a decision in his heart - Gul'dan must be taken away This dangerous careerist cannot be left alone to act alone.
Orgrim is an orc who advocates glory. Although he drank the blood of demons to complete the tribal covenant, the warchief's strong willpower made him almost immune to the control of crazy desires.
The messenger sent to contact the Zul'Aman trolls had already set off. Zuljin would definitely start an uprising on the appointed day. If Orgrim delayed the Horde's action, the Alliance, which was caught off guard, would definitely send troops to rescue them. Then the Horde would land. Fighting will be easier.
Unfortunately, Orgrim still had glory in his heart, so when encountering Tilkuras' naval interception, Warchief Doomhammer could only trust his own men.
From the time the scout ship discovered the large Horde force to the time the fleet was reorganized and assembled in Kul Tiras, the orcs' black ship was already less than fifty nautical miles away from the coastline southwest of the Hillbrad Hills.
The orcs did not have time to farm and develop in the newly conquered lands, so in the process of creating this fleet, they made extensive use of the black technology provided by Gul'dan. Real "black" technology, so the tribe's sea ships are all black from the hull to the sails.
"Oh my God, what is that!" When Daelin Proudmoore arrived on his flagship Coco to join the fleet, he was shocked by the boundless black tide.
"No matter what it is, the orcs must understand that the sailors of Kul Tiras are the masters of the sea!" The admiral quickly came to his senses and became more motivated. His words drew enthusiastic responses from the sailors. .
The first ones to fight were the alliance's fast ballista ship and the pirate's gunboat.
After receiving Gul'dan's money, they naturally have to work hard for the tribe. The pirates understand that in this naval battle, they are not the protagonist, but they will definitely be the vanguard. The old enemies were extremely jealous when they met. Both the navy of Kul Tiras and the pirates who made a living by plundering were all too familiar with each other's tactics, and the battle became intense from the beginning.
The back side of the crossbow arrow, which was as thick as a baby's arm, was wrapped in a tarpaulin. After being ignited, it traced an almost straight trajectory in the sky and was fired into the hull of the enemy ship. The crossbow arrow not only destroyed the hull, but the burning material torn apart by the huge inertia flew out, creating huge chaos in the cabin.
After the black ship sailed ten nautical miles, the pirates began to flee.
"The guy you bought is not very good." Orgrim commented.
"I have exchanged worthless gold for precious time. Is there anything dissatisfied about the great Doomhammer?" Gul'dan asked.
"No, I'm very satisfied." Orgrimmar waved his hand, and the herald immediately issued the second set of combat orders.
When Daelin commanded the alliance navy to position themselves to take the upper hand, the tribe's shamans completed their spells. A strong wind blew, the wind direction changed, and the tribe's black ship began to accelerate.
"Damn, this is an abnormal wind. I bet ten barrels of good rum. This is a trick of the tribe." Daelin cursed in a low voice, but did not panic. He was a Kul Tiran sailor who used the wind to steer the ship. With basic skills, it would be too naive for the orcs to think that they could escape through this.
Because of the ogre's natural power, the tribe's trebuchets deliver bombs much faster than the alliance's artillery and ballistae. However, the alliance navy's equipment and sailor quality far exceed those of the tribe, and the battle is inextricable. However, the Horde's casualties were obviously greater than those of the Alliance. The sinking of each black ship would take away the lives of hundreds of orcs.
"How long will Nekros last?" Orgrim saw the brave tribal warrior die in such a cruel shipwreck, and his anger burned in his heart.
"My warchief, sacrifice is inevitable. Do you want to anger our innocent Skullbreaker?" Gul'dan took out a black crystal ball and rubbed the surface of the crystal ball with his rough and slender fingers.
"Soon, humans will soon be able to see the angry fireworks of the tribe."
Orgrim didn't know that Gul'dan, who seemed to be casting a detection spell, was collecting the souls of the dead orcs.
Reluctance, fear, anger, what wonderful emotions, how delicious the soul.
Because Orgrim didn't believe in warlocks, all the warchief's trusted warriors and shamans were on board this ship. Gul'dan played tricks openly.
During the fierce battle, the black ship continued to move forward, and when it could already see the coastline, the red dragon army of the Dragonmaw clan finally arrived on the battlefield.
Unavoidable riots occurred in the Union navy.
"Oh my god, it's a dragon, a red dragon carrying orcs!"
The ruthless red dragon flames fell from the sky, bringing great panic and chaos to the Alliance Navy.
"Don't panic, launch your crossbows into the air, prepare your bows and arrows, and continue to suppress the tribe's black ships with artillery!" Dailin Proudmoore continued to direct the battle calmly, "Mage, report to Marshal Lothar, we need support."
After the initial confusion, the Alliance navy found its rhythm again, but casualties rose sharply.
The red dragons coming across the sea expended a lot of energy. The weak red dragons quickly left the battle line and flew to the coastline to prepare for landing and rest. The adult red dragons on board were still spraying ruthless flames.
The alliance's artillery brings the fire of death to the tribe, and the red dragon brings the flame of destruction to the alliance.
"General, Marshal Lothar sent a reply asking us to retreat." The mage reported to the admiral.
Anduin Lothar's decision was correct. The sudden red dragon disrupted the alliance's deployment. It was a wise decision to retreat.
So far, the Alliance Navy has sunk more than 150 tribal black ships, and at least 20,000 tribal orc soldiers have been buried in the deep sea. The results are brilliant.
Before the red dragon appears, the alliance's navy has the opportunity to attack the tribe with a crushing force, but the flame breath of the adult red dragon can easily turn a medium-sized ship into a burning coffin on the sea.
After a brief thought, the Admiral decided to carry out Lothar's order.
A red dragon tried to attack the Coco. The skilled gunner used three crossbows to send the red dragon into the embrace of the sea.
"Order the fleet to shrink its formation and prepare to leave." Dai Lin ordered the herald to issue a flag.
Just as the Coco was turning, Dai Lin saw a scene that made him miserable.
"No!" Under the breath of a red dragon, the battleship commanded by Derek Proudmoore turned into a burning tomb.
