In the headquarters of Southshore.
General Dalin's face was livid.
He had spent the entire autumn and winter to replenish the Third Fleet, which had suffered heavy losses in the last battle. Because of this, the Fourth Fleet, which should have been completed long ago, only had 80% of the ships of the official fleet.
But now, the entire Third Fleet had been destroyed in a single day. Out of over a hundred warships of various sizes, only eight had managed to escape back to Southshore. Most of the others had sunk, and about a dozen small and medium-sized warships had been captured.
The only good news was that the Third Fleet had also dealt a heavy blow to the enemy.
According to the report, the Bloodsail Fleet had sunk about 50 ships.
This result was not enough to comfort the people. It was very simple. The damned Bloodsail Pirates had betrayed the humans and joined the Orcs, which had tipped the scales of victory. Humans were no longer the overlords of the sea!
"Goddamn Fareville!" Dalin smashed a solid wooden table into pieces with a punch.
Duque, Andoine, and Laing were all silent.
Duque felt a little guilty.
Back then, it was a certain someone who provoked the Bloodsail Pirates. Duke killed him and captured him, which was how the Stormwind Kingdom's fleet came to be.
Duque cursed in his heart. I should have gotten rid of them!
Duque was just wishful thinking.
The World of Azeroth was too big. If he wanted to deal with the Bloodsail Pirates, Duque, who did not know the coordinates, had no place to teleport. Teleport to Stormwind City, which was occupied by the Orcs?
That would be too much!
Even if he rode a Gryphon, Duque had to spend more than a week crossing the entire continent to Stranglethorn Vale, which was the southernmost part of the continent. Then, he had to rely on his unreliable memory in the game to find the Bloodsail Pirates' nest. Then, without any help, he had to subdue the remaining three fleets of the Bloodsail Pirates and make them abandon their nest and head north?
Just thinking about it made Duque's head hurt.
But now, the Bloodsail Pirates had come themselves. If it was just them, Duque would not even have a breather. The problem was that they were mixed up with the tribe. That would be troublesome.
Noxus asked, "How many fleets do the Bloodsail Pirates have?"
"Three, but their combined strength is roughly equal to two of Kul 'Tiras' fleets," Duque muttered.
"No, I know Fareville. That guy never puts all the stakes on anything. Therefore, he would only bring two fleets at most. The problem is the tribe's new battleship. "Dai Lin recovered from his anger.
Turayan murmured, "Even if our navy can still suppress the Horde's fleet, but …"
Lothar's face was pale. "But we won't be able to stop the transport ships."
That was the main point!
The Horde did not need to have complete control over the sea. All they needed to do was cross the damn sea and they would be able to display their unparalleled land superiority.
Laing asked, "Will the tribe attack Southshore again?"
This was not nervousness. On the contrary, it was a kind of hope.
Now that Duque was running Southshore like an iron bucket, he couldn't wait for the tribe to be so stupid as to kill themselves.
Duque shook his head. "I dare say, unless the tribe replaces the dead Blackhand as their chief. If it was Orgrim, he wouldn't do something so brainless. "
"But we can still think of a way to force the Horde to attack Southshore again." Duque changed the topic.
"Really?!" The Alliance's leaders were overjoyed.
"I have to remind everyone that this is not a good thing," Duque said in a low voice.
"Why?" Laing asked.
"I plan to hang Blackhand's head and the flag of the previous chief at the port of Southshore. This will make the Horde attack Southshore again, but it will also make the last group of Orcs who openly oppose the new chief, Orgrim, die. "
After a moment of silence, Noxus said, "Let's do that. I've thought about it. This will increase the Horde's combat power in a short period of time, but it will also weaken the Horde's fighting potential. "
Everyone came to a realization.
The Orcs who were unhappy with Orgrim might change their minds in the future, but if they died now, there would be no future for them. In the past winter, the Orcs must have gone out with their wives and children. Before the new generation of Orcs grew up, there would be one less Orc dead.
"Then it's decided. We will force the Horde to attack Southshore. At the same time, we will see if we can fight the Horde at sea and regain control of the sea. "
That afternoon, Black Hand's huge frozen head was placed on the lighthouse at Southshore's port. At the same time, a battle flag of the previous chief was placed there.
Kurtiras's fleet deliberately sent out the Horde's scouting boats to watch, and even ignored the scouting boats that came to check.
Yes! I want you Orcs to know!
Duke's ruthless move caused a lot of trouble for Orgrim on the Orc side.
"This is blasphemy! Blasphemy against the warriors of the Horde! Blasphemy against the glory of the Horde! "
"Attack Southshore and kill all the humans! Turn their chief's head into a pot of urine! "
A great number of chieftains of small and medium clans were clamoring in Orgrim.
Their clamoring annoyed Orgrim to no end.
This was the result of Orgrim's lack of prestige.
"Do you want the warriors of the Horde to break through the strongest defense line of the humans?! Let the warriors of the Horde die for nothing? "Orgrim cursed.
"The Orcs are invincible!"
"The weak defense line of the humans can't stop our battle axes!"
This was already a spiritual victory!
"Great chief! As long as we can stop the human warships, the warriors of the Horde are invincible. "
This guy wasn't that stupid after all.
"Great chief, would you rather trust those dead humans and traitors who betrayed your own people than trust the warriors of your tribe?"
A chief brought up the Death Knights and the traitors of the Bloodsail Pirates, causing Orgrim's eyelids to twitch.
In that instant, Orgrim had the urge to smash that guy's head with his hammer.
Of course, the defeat at Southshore was partly a test, but wasn't it because the former Great Chief, Black Hand, was too prodigal? If he had enough elite soldiers, Orgrim wouldn't have accepted the Death Knights.
Orgrim was extremely annoyed.
"Alright! All chiefs who are willing to attack Southshore, please step forward. The Orc's new fleet will open the way for you. "
In an instant, dozens of chiefs from small and medium clans stepped forward. Their numbers were so many that Orgrim almost went crazy.
At this moment, the chief of the Dragonmaw Clan, Zuluhid, gave Orgrim a look. When Orgrim turned to look at Grom Hellhowl, Master Howl gave him a nod of approval.
"Alright! As you wish! Here's our plan this time … "
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