The next moment, Sylvanas suddenly appeared behind Duque, who was riding on horseback.
It looked like the two of them were riding on the same horse, incomparably intimate. In reality, Queen Sylvanas did not put any weight on the horse at all. She was so light that he could not feel any weight at all.
Her hands pressed lightly on Duque's shoulders, and she came up from Duque's right back. A strange natural fragrance gently brushed past Duque's ear, making Duque's heart itch.
Then, Duque suddenly felt a strange touch on his right cheek.
It was the touch of red lips.
Unlike Aurelia's soft kiss last time, which was like kissing a child, this kiss felt between intimacy and warning. Between 'kiss' and 'bite', there was a hint of a reward, but also a faint warning.
"Yo, the great lad that my sister has taken a fancy to. This is your reward in advance. But if you dare to break your promise, I will bite off a piece of your flesh in the same place. "After the lightning kiss, Queen Sylvanas's warning came through the Whisper of the Wind.
Duque touched the right side of his face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Was this a warning? Or a reward?
In any case, Duque was teased again.
Sylvanas's green figure suddenly disappeared without a trace. She was ridiculously fast, and her graceful figure was also dazzling.
On the other side, Gavin Rad chuckled unkindly.
"Hey! You're not qualified as a bodyguard! "Duque complained.
"As long as you give the order to label Lady Aurelia or Lady Sylvanas as an enemy, my warhammer will definitely not hesitate to smash that beautiful face." Gavin Rad's face had a naughty look on it.
The subtext was: Do you dare, Duque?
Duque would not do that even if he was out of his mind. That was Queen Sylvanas! If he could change history and save Queen Sylvanas, so that she would no longer be the cold undead queen, but a warm and lively Sylvanas, that would be perfect.
Thinking of King Laing, who was still alive and kicking, Duque suddenly felt confident.
However, could Sylvanas still be called Queen Xi if she did that?
Duque suddenly felt a little melancholic.
At this moment, Gavin Rad muttered softly, "Thank goodness you didn't take Fourth Brother as well. Otherwise, you would have become everyone's enemy."
"What?" Duque was stunned for a moment and didn't pay attention.
"Oh, nothing."
As expected, the tribe's probing came on the second day.
It was a dusk raid.
Almost thirty transport ships rushed out of the sea almost as night fell.
Currently, the Horde was indeed lacking in warships. The clever Orcs had found another way to solve the problem of not having control over the sea. That was speed!
It was unreasonably fast! It was insanely fast!
This wasn't the latest metal lump, but an earlier batch made of pure wood. It was lighter and faster.
The hull was ridiculously low. There was no mast, no tower, and no deck could be seen from the outside. The part above the sea was almost completely covered by defensive shells. The Orc labourers covered the top of the ship with large shells for defense.
What did the Orc transport ships use as power?
The answer was oiling!
It was purely hand-powered, without any additives or preservatives. Oh, wrong, without any high-end navigation technology.
There wasn't even a rudder. It relied entirely on paddles to change course.
From a bird's eye view, the entire ship looked like a … cockroach gliding on the surface of the water!
The Orc's navigation was simple and violent.
What if the waves capsized the ship? What if they were not skilled enough to sail on the sea?
Nothing! If they sank, so be it!
Orcs who could not be used had no right to live. This was the Orc's philosophy of life!
When 27 of the 30 transport ships broke away from the patrol fleet and rushed over, there was a huge commotion on Tobalad.
It was only when the ships broke through the waves, completely ignoring the possibility of recycling them and rushed to the beach along with the surging tide that the first meaningless roar of cannons rang out on Tobalad Island.
The sky rapidly darkened.
Looking from afar, most of the ships had reached the shore. Many black figures gathered together and stepped onto the stony beach. They didn't line up and charged towards the hill in a disorderly manner.
Even from the hill, Aurelia could see these creatures with red eyes and green skin. They were tall and had no armor. They carried heavy weapons that could definitely be described as massive as they ran towards the hill.
They brandished crude weapons such as axes, hammers, machetes, and spears. Many of them didn't have the glow of metal.
And they had a lot of people.
It was hard to imagine how more than 50 people could fit on those small transport ships that looked like they could only fit 20 people.
22 ships, more than 1,000 suicide squad members. Night attack!
This was not a small amount of pressure for the regular human army.
The High Elf Rangers were an exception.
They didn't even need to observe the direction of the wind. The Windrunner sisters were the children of the wind. Aurelia raised her emerald green longbow and nocked three green arrows with her slender fingers. She didn't stop to recite a series of numbers. "Wind southwest. Force 2. Elevation 3!"
Beside Alleria, Lilas Windrunner, who had been silent all this while, shouted uncharacteristically.
"Wind southwest. Force 2. Elevation 3!"
Behind the Windrunner sisters, 500 elite rangers raised their longbows in silence.
If it was a human archer unit, they might need a marksman to lead the shots. Everyone would shoot in the same direction. At least the landing point wouldn't be too ridiculous.
The human archers played with blanket shooting. They relied on numbers and the density of arrows to kill in an area.
What about the High Elf Rangers? Sorry! They were all f * cking snipers!
Aurelia's strong figure stood in the wind. The breeze blew her golden hair and her green cloak. She looked like a valiant female archer.
"Three consecutive shots!" Aurelia shouted.
The bowstrings in the hands of these elite Rangers, who were holding two or three arrows at the same time, were finally released. More than 1,200 arrows flew into the sky, striving to outdo each other.
At the same time, Duque had specially arranged the fake goods to be shot.
What the catapult threw out were all arrows without arrowheads or feathers. What Duke wanted was this feeling of being shot from all directions, it was for the Beastmen in the observation ships to see.
The real fatal ones were Aurelia's rangers.
It was difficult for bows and arrows to deal a fatal blow to the strong Orcs. This "rule" that had been proven countless times clearly only applied to human troops.
For the High Elves, who were born with marksmanship and had night vision and telescopic eyes. The exposed throats and skulls of the Orcs were simply huge targets.
In the second round of three consecutive shots, the Orcs attacking the beach were actually all wiped out.
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