"The ones coming are the Warsong Clan of the Horde. They are not just good fighters, but extremely good fighters. What needs attention is their chieftain, Grom Hellscream. He is a top-notch fighter, especially you, Marshal Lothar. I don't want the Marshal of the Alliance to rush to the front... I know you are also a good fighter, but with so many generals here, do you, as a Marshal, have the nerve to steal the credit from your subordinates?"
When Lothar heard Duke say that Grom was awesome, he was really eager to try. But after hearing Duke's words, Lothar could only raise his hands to indicate that he would not go to the front line.
Lothar did not make a move, and immediately there was a silent commotion among the other generals. A pair of fiery eyes were cast towards Duke, eager for Duke to name a person or a certain legion.
At this point, it's almost a foregone conclusion that we're going to win. The only difference is whether the price we pay is high or not. But at this point, it looks like it's going to be a big win.
Everyone is eager for victory, and the kings, who already have different thoughts, are even more eager for their legions to have a brilliant performance in this war, because this will affect their country's future voice in the alliance.
Scumbag has no human rights.
This is not just talk.
More and more transport ships arrived at the seaside. the Horde had so many ships that the long coastline was not enough to accommodate them all.
The brave warriors of the Warsong Clan pushed the battle line to the middle of the mountain. They faced fist-sized slingstones flying all over the sky and carried crossbows that could easily penetrate their bodies. When one fell, another immediately took his place. When a group fell, a new group immediately rushed in. They used their flesh and blood to erode the human defense line on the hill at a high speed.
The Warsong Clan warriors' agile movements, exaggerated jumping abilities, and violent strength, all of which made the soldiers of Lordaeron very uncomfortable.
In just ten minutes, Mograine had already sent out the reserve for the third time. Even though he still had enough reserve troops, the meat-grinder-like losses made him bleed.
These are the elite troops of Lordaeron!
At this moment, two red flares were launched in the direction of the headquarters, which was particularly dazzling in the still dim light of dawn.
To the east, the Kul Tiras Fourth Fleet, which had been waiting for a long time, raised its sails and arrived at the battlefield within fifteen minutes. Then it fired at the densely populated coastline far away from the coast.
Grapeshot, after today, this brutal weapon will probably be listed as one of the most hated weapons in the Horde.
A huge gun barrel could often fit hundreds of thumb-sized, relatively round iron lumps. Because of the short range, the Kul Tiras commander ordered that each cannon be loaded with 20% less gunpowder than usual and 30% more grapeshot.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" As a huge roar sounded, a bloody storm suddenly broke out on the coastline, which was not particularly wide.
The new armor that the orcs got from the dwarf slaves was completely unable to withstand the impact of this kind of hot weapon. As long as they were hit by a bullet, a huge blood hole the size of a human head would appear on their bodies, and at the very least, their hands and feet would be broken.
Large pieces of shattered limbs flew into the air, there were split heads, splattered intestines, and shattered weapons. In a few breaths, the entire coastline had become a battlefield for the orcs. The seawater that surged up with the tide was all dyed red with the blood of the orcs.
The tragic scarlet color spread over the sea surface hundreds of meters away, and it was all the blood of orcs.
The commander of the Horde ordered the transport ships to rush towards the Kul Tiras warships, but unfortunately, it didn't work this time.
An orc laborer who was rowing hard suddenly couldn't help but screamed: "There are things down there, a lot of them!"
The laborer pointed to the large hole where the oar could be used. As soon as he finished speaking, he was dragged into the water with the oar. A stream of blood spurted out, and it was obvious that he was dead.
At this time, quite a lot of slightly fat black shadows had appeared on the sea, and their colorful triangular dorsal fins broke through the water to form white waves.
Anyone familiar with it would know at a glance that it was a fishman.
This was not the first time the Horde had dealt with murlocs. They also knew that humans in Stormwind, though they did not know which one, had the ability to tame murlocs. It felt like it was as common as orcs taming wargs.
This alone is not enough to alert the Horde.
Until the Horde suddenly realized that the number of murlocs was too exaggerated.
It was impossible to count how many there were. All we knew was that there were definitely more than ten thousand.
Not only the orcs, but even the human defenders on the hill were stunned.
In the initial period, Duke did not send out the murlocs because he felt that it would not be effective to let the murlocs intercept the transport ships rushing towards the coast at high speed.
It was different now, as most of the gaps on the coast were already filled. If the Horde wanted to reach the shore, they could either smash the bottom of their own boats and disembark in deeper water, or continue to head west to find a place to land.
In fact, continuing westward was the right choice. But the appearance of the Kul Tiras fleet dissuaded the Horde commanders from thinking so. Worse still, the transport ships that were trying to attack the Alliance fleet all stopped.
If the Horde's ship is powered by sails, the murlocs have no way to cut off the power of the ship. But as for the oars, it would only take a few minutes for the murlocs to deal with the wooden oars that have not been specially reinforced.
Under the command of the murloc oracle Mogor, the murlocs also became smarter, and they worked hard to destroy every Horde transport ship, breaking the peon's oars in various ways and digging at the bottom of the tribal transport ship.
Even if one of the transport ships, which were packed with hundreds of people like sardines in a can, sank, it would be a huge loss for the Horde.
Looking at the battle situation, the five kings staying in the command center were all in high spirits.
"Hey, Horde, hurry up and play your cards. I don't know who the commander is, but if you don't play your cards, I will have to accept the lives of another 100,000 orcs."
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly erupted from a large battleship in the Kul Tiras fleet. The next second, the huge mast broke, pulling the entire ship down, causing it to tilt at a 60-degree angle to the water.
If the first blow could be barely attributed to an accident, then the second blow that followed was witnessed by Duke himself.
On the left side of the battleship's bow, a dark shadow used a weapon to kill a fish, leaving a huge crack about half a meter wide and at least seven or eight meters long.
The hull of the entire warship let out a mournful cry, and then the huge bow broke apart with a loud bang, the hull tilted, and a large amount of seawater poured into the cabin.
Duke clearly saw that many human sailors had already jumped into the sea to escape.
Damn! Who is it? It's so unscientific! ?
Duke cried out in his heart, and the next moment he saw the murderer's weapon, which was a hook-like crimson axe. It was the signature weapon of a certain roaring father - Gorehowl!