Orgrim's speech was simple and violent.
Needless to say, there would naturally be people who would describe the richness of the continent in the north.
All he needed to do was tell his tribesmen where the enemy was, and his tribesmen, who had become extremely violent after drinking the demon's blood, would swarm towards them.
Unlike most Beastmen, Orgrim was extremely calm and clear-headed.
Not only did he carefully study the map and confirm the situation in the nearby seas, he had also started to learn the human common language after leaving Stormwind City. Orgrim purposely kept a family of captives and used their relatives as a hostage to force an old woman to teach him the common language.
From pointing to the simplest items, such as a rock, Orgrim compared the pronunciation and verified his translation results one by one.
This was very boring and not understood by most Beastmen.
However, in this crossing of the sea, Orgrim produced the corresponding results.
He had seen the route of the transport fleet on a captured military map.
He was very clear about the power of the huge human warships on the sea. The rumbling of the cannons could easily send more than ten Beastmen flying at the same time.
The Beastmen did not have the slightest ability to fight back on the sea.
Therefore, Orgrim's chosen route was to start from Paladin Bay on the other side of the wetlands and head northeast to reach the shallow waters with quite a lot of underwater reefs. Then, he would follow the sea between Rapids Fort and Tangarrok and head north all the way to the eastern beach next to Southshore.
This way, he could allow the main force to avoid the most powerful human fleet on the sea.
Orgrim considered the Murlocs and Nagas who worked for the humans, but he felt that there were too few of them to be a threat to the Horde.
He did not intend to allow the main force to land on the eastern beach because the mountains there were more steep and the entire beach was covered by the human's arrows and ballistae. If they landed there, even a victory would be a pyrrhic one.
The western coast of Southshore was different. There were more rocks on the coast, which was convenient for concealment and cover.
There were too few people with brains in the Horde. Orgrim could only personally calculate the time of departure and arrival.
His calculations were very accurate. If there were no accidents along the way, then the first batch of transport ships would arrive late at night.
After the decoy fleet, the main force would land around 4: 30 in the morning. As long as the main force could successfully land. When the main force of the Horde reached Southshore, it would just be morning.
The warriors of the tribe would have a whole day to deal with the humans. Orgrim believed that with the Beastmen's unparalleled stamina and endurance, even if the weaker humans could defend themselves for a while, they would be worn down and destroyed after a few hours.
Orgrim firmly believed that.
In fact, on the Alliance's side, General Daylin, who had already led his fleet out to sea, slammed the table and cursed when he heard the time it would take for the Horde to pass the sniper position. "Doesn't this make our entire fleet into mascots at sea?!"
Dai Lin felt irritated as he looked at the dark sea through the monocular.
"The Orc leader is obviously not a brute who only knows how to charge. You've met your match, Daelin. " It was a beautiful lady with long blonde hair and long pointy ears. She stood beside Dai Lin. This was a position that was closer to Dai Lin than the guards of the Royal Family. All of these indicated that this Elven Mage had a special status.
Indeed, this High Elf Mage's name was Gina Goldsword, and she was King Dellin's lover. This was an almost open secret.
"Is there any news?"
"Yes, your favorite little Duque sent a message. He said that the plan remains the same."
Dai Lin suddenly calmed down. He was very sure that Duque had a special way to change the situation.
In this era, unless the ships were less than a hundred meters apart, there was no such thing as a night battle. Since Duque told him that the plan remained the same, he would wait for that opportunity.
It was late at night, and the moon was shrouded in dark clouds. Looking out over the dark sea was a very boring task. Many new lookouts would fall asleep in such a situation.
But no one could sleep tonight. All the marines were told that they would be engaged in an unprecedented night battle. This determined that the powerful Kur Dilas fleet would either gain nothing from this battle and be left to the side, or they would be promoted to become hunters of the night.
The huge fleet was arranged in a straight line parallel to the distant coastline. This was the best choice for maximizing the fleet's firepower against an opponent who could not fight back.
The helmsman stared at the stern lights of friendly ships not far ahead, carefully maintaining a distance and formation.
In the distant darkness, the first reflection appeared.
This quickly attracted the attention of the lookout and Admiral Dai Lin. Then, more blurry light spots appeared in the darkness.
Like slowly rising fireworks, milky white light balls floated high into the sky.
In just a few seconds, the surface of the sea lit up even more brightly, illuminating a large part of the coastal area near the coast as if it was daytime.
"Light Spell? Why is it there? "Dai Lin was not a Mage, so he was not too sure.
The High Elf Mage, Gina, laughed. "If a human or High Elf Mage apprentice made such a substandard spell, he would definitely be severely punished by his mentor. But for a murloc, this is already very good."
Murloc!?
It's actually a murloc Mage?
As someone who had spent a long time at sea and dealt with murlocs, nagas, and various sea monsters for half his life, Dai Lin certainly knew that there was a branch of murloc wise men among the murlocs. However, those ridiculous murloc wise men were the worst spellcasters. The Ice Arrows they shot could only form ice that was less than a finger's width in an area the size of a palm. They would scatter with a single slap. Unless they hit a vital point, there was no lethality to speak of.
Dai Lin never thought that these murloc wise men, who could only cast Level-1 spells at most, could be used in this way.
Yes! They were weak scum.
But after playing the role of a lighthouse, they were god-level teammates!
In the binoculars, he saw that the Orc transport ships in the area covered by the light were the target ships covered by iron sheets. Dai Lin shouted excitedly, "Open all cannons! Open fire! Open fire! "
Two minutes later, the Ku 'l Dilas fleet, which was already ready, let out a series of roars.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang … "
The so-called salvo was just an extremely short interval between all the cannons from the bow to the stern. If they fired at the same time, the terrifying recoil would destroy the entire deck and even the entire battleship.
Even if the cannonballs did not arrive at the same time, the momentum was already very terrifying.
A heavy rain of iron bullets streaked across the pitch-black sky and fell into the Horde's transport fleet with a unique screech that symbolized the arrival of the Grim Reaper.
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