Impossible!?
This was the first reaction of the nobles.
Oh no!
This was their next thought.
The long period of peace at sea had numbed them.
They had even forgotten that there was such a thing as pirates. There were no pirates in Stormwind before because they were too poor. There were not many ships that occasionally arrived at Stormwind City. That kind of wealth could not attract large-scale pirates.
What else was left in Stormwind City? What could a dozen fishing boats, which were not much bigger than a sampan, bring?
As for Sea King Duque's Pearl Fleet, it was escorted by Naga. It was like a hedgehog, and anyone who touched it would be stabbed.
It was different now. Most of the nobles who fled from the Elven Forest to Stormwind City brought with them the wealth that their families had accumulated for thousands of years. In order to carry as much treasure as possible on the limited cabins, the brainless nobles even subconsciously ignored the existence of danger, and even the original navy on the ship were thrown off the ship.
In order to escape from Stormwind City as soon as possible, they did not even wait for the slow civilian transport ships. Otherwise, they could at least use them as bait to delay the Bloodsail Pirates.
If this was on land, the nobles could more or less resist with their strong guards.
Unfortunately, this was the sea. In all fairness, it was a miracle that most people who could not swim could exert 70% of their strength on a ship that was constantly shaking. Not to mention, the private sailors of the nobles were at most goods that ran merchant ships.
This was really courting death. They could have courted death anywhere, but they just had to court death in a domain that they were unfamiliar with.
"Turn around and run! We'll be safe once we get back to the fleet! There are warships of Kul Tiras there. " Duke Agathe Ferens, who had rushed over after hearing the news, grabbed the captain's collar, his eyes bloodshot.
Yes! Anyone could die.
The noble bloodline could not be severed on this damned sea.
There were also warships of Kul Tiras helping the fleet. Although those warships were also full of civilians, the warships were operated by the strong soldiers of the Kingdom of Sea.
If they had to die, they could die by the Kul Tiras.
"It's too late —" The captain cried, "We're carrying too much weight. We're already overloaded, we can't run fast!"
"Turn around and run! Throw away the things! Throw away the heaviest gold! Only by staying alive could the clan continue! What's the use of gold if I'm dead?! "The old duke's silver hair and beard danced wildly in the wind, his crimson eyes showing a rare sense of rationality amidst the fear.
As the sails changed direction, more than ten huge Stormwind warships began to draw huge arcs of white waves on the surface of the sea. Unfortunately, because there was no unified command, some of them had full rudders on the left, while others had full rudders on the right. The direct result was that the two ships almost collided head-on. Both sides were flustered and managed to avoid the worst situation of the bow collision at the last moment. Even so, the collision of the sides and the decorations on the sides of the two ships that brushed past each other scared the wits out of them.
For a time, the scene was extremely chaotic.
"Trash!" In the distant flagship of the Bloodsail Pirates, a voice rang out. Brigadier General Lester Zank flashed a contemptuous smile, but when he saw the nobles starting to let their men drop a large number of heavy boxes to lighten the ship's load, he had a bad feeling.
When he saw the golden light emitting from a box that disintegrated in mid-air, his bad premonition was confirmed.
Lester could not help but curse, "Gold! It's all f * cking gold! You bunch of noble scum think you can run away just by throwing away the weights? Idiot — I don't want the ransom! I'll spend three days and three nights roasting the guy who came up with this rotten idea into charcoal! "
Lester almost fell into madness from anger. This was the f * cking deep sea! Precious metals thrown into the sea could only sink to unreachable depths or become food for the fishes! How am I supposed to fish them out?!
"Fire! Fire the bow cannon! "Lester yelled at the top of his lungs.
The first mate was dumbfounded. "Brigadier General Zank, we haven't entered the effective firing range yet! If we just use the bow cannon … "
"Idiot, do you still expect that bunch of lousy land nobles to fight us in a gorgeous naval battle like Kul 'Tiras? I'm going to destroy their stupid idea of escaping! "
As the command flag fell, a dozen or so unglamorous parabolas set up a battle bridge in the faint light of dawn and began to erode the little courage of the nobles.
The cannonballs, which were not intended to hit, landed near the noble fleet with ridiculously poor crosshairs, stirring up a huge column of water and creating a faint rainbow that surrounded the noble warships.
From the nobles' point of view, this was already an overwhelming bombardment that was like a torrential rain.
Then, something called probability theory, which was actually called metaphysics, came into play in the dark. In this era, the hit rate of long-range bombardment was extremely low. Unless it was within a hundred meters, which was called close-range combat, the hit rate was mostly less than 1%.
To be able to fire a cannon within a radius of a hundred meters under the interference of a series of problems such as the strong wind, the trembling of the ship itself due to waves and other bombardment, and the maintenance of the barrel itself was already a godly gunner.
To be able to hit a target with one shot was simply a legend.
But one guy really did it.
From afar, a curved cannon from the bow of a ship 800 meters away blasted directly into the armory of a noble's warship, causing a brilliant chain of explosions.
When the warship exploded, the flames that soared into the sky, the wood shavings that were blown away and kept spinning in the air, as well as a large number of human limbs. Everything was like a horrifying oil painting from hell, deeply imprinted on the retinas of the nobles.
In less than a minute, as many as seven noble warships stopped their ships and raised their white flags high up.
More Bloodsail Pirate Ships, which had been designed for extreme speed, rushed into the noble's fleet and immediately launched a close-range bombardment against the nobles' private sailors who attempted to resist.
* Bang, bang, bang … * The well-trained Bloodsail Pirate Ships fired continuously from bow to stern, teaching the nobles' private soldiers a good lesson on what a naval battle was.
Of course, the nobles' private soldiers retaliated with cannons. It was a laughable salvo.
Lester, who was watching the battle from afar, was stunned. He did not expect these private soldiers, who had only sailed merchant ships before, to be this retarded. The huge counterforce even pushed the entire ship five meters to the other side, as if it was moving horizontally. The cabin, which could not withstand the impact, even let out a typical cry of wood breaking.
But all resistance was futile.
The pirates bit their machetes and jumped over the cable that they had prepared. Everything was going smoothly, but when they killed their way into the enemy's cabin, there was a sudden change …
A huge devil appeared. The clothes hanging on his chest even retained the noble's family emblem!
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