The 26th of March, Year Two of The Dark Portal.
A large-scale sea crossing battle that did not exist in 'history' had begun.
It was different from the previous probing attack.
This time, the Horde had turned out in full force.
The Alliance's scouts had risked their lives to report that the Orcs had filled all the beaches in the wetlands where ships could be boarded. It was estimated that the Horde would send 500,000 troops this time.
The Orcs would either send this batch of troops to the Northern Continent or feed them to the fishes in the sea.
They knew that more than a third of the 500,000 Orcs were labourers, and there were many new recruits who had arrived through the Dark Portal. Compared to the previous 500,000 Orcs, their combat power had decreased by at least 30%.
That number was still quite frightening.
"Have those Beastmen gone mad?!" Every noble and neutral Dalaran Mages who had heard of this news were shocked. It was only then that Rotterdam, Dalajan, and Alterac quickly passed a resolution for an all-out war, and the entire kingdom began to mobilize.
"I hope we can make it through this time," Noxus muttered.
On the flagship of the First Fleet of Cuel Salas, Admiral Daelin was staring at the sea map. Looking at the three blood-red model ships that represented the three fleets, Daelin was distraught.
Apart from the time when the Third Fleet got too close, Daelin had never taken the Orc navy seriously.
This time, the enemy was not the silly Orc transport ships that were almost like targets. Not only was there an Orc battleship of unknown strength, but there was also his old rival, the former Duke of Kul 'Tiras, Fareville.
Fareville had once challenged him for the throne, so Daelin did not dare to underestimate him.
Even though the quality of the new batch of Bloodsail Battleships was not as good as the original Kul 'Tiras' Battleships, the quantity was there. After Fareville's training, the standard of the pirates would not be too bad.
Even if it was not the highest level of threat, Kul 'Tiras' Battleship would at least have to deal with it.
At this moment, a visitor shocked Daelin.
When he finished speaking, Daelin could not believe his ears.
"Is what you said true?!"
The visitor nodded and left.
It was late at night.
On the other side of the wetlands, the Paladin Bay was shrouded in darkness. Dark clouds covered the sky, completely blocking every ray of moonlight that attempted to shine onto the sea.
Every ship of the Blood Sail Fleet was moving up and down rhythmically on the waves.
For pirates who made a living on the sea, this was the norm. A large number of pirates pulled out their hammocks in the narrow cabin and slept soundly.
The stern of every large ship was, by default, the captain's lounge.
Miss Jessie Farryville was the only heir to Duke Farryville after her brother was blasted into the sky by the Blackwater Pirates. She was already 16 years old, but because she had a little dwarf blood in her, she looked short and strong. Looking at her muscular back, anyone would think that she was a man.
Miss Jessie has been very upset lately.
She felt that her father had gone mad. He actually sided with the orcs who killed for fun and conquered all the intelligent races in the Azeroth!
What was more unacceptable was that the entire Blood Sail Pirates seemed to have been kidnapped. Every ship had two orcs the size of a small hill watching every captain. They did not understand the human language, but according to the chief of the tribe, if they discovered that the Blood Sail Pirates were trying to betray them, they would have to pay the price in blood.
Pirates were never clean people. Not bathing for a few months was not a big deal in their long voyages. But the two smelly female Orcs blocking the door of his room refreshed the lower limit of Jesse's senses.
The destructive stench that she had not bathed for many years made it impossible for Jessie to sleep through the door.
Jessie could only think of other things to distract herself.
"I'm going out to sea tomorrow to settle things with Kul Tiras … Damn it, this is not a duel that father or I want."
At this moment, a dagger was silently pressed against her throat …
Early morning on the 27th of March.
"Ooo! Ooo! Ooo! " The huge horns that stretched from the top of the Orc archer tower to the ground let out a long and deep sound, followed by the sound of drums that shook the sky. Every orc on the coast and every pirate on the sea knew that the day of the final battle had come.
"Thump! Thump! Thump! "Looking from the ship, it felt as though the whole world was shaking.
This was not an illusion. Even at sea, with the ship swaying with the waves, the Blood Sail Pirates could clearly see that the branches on the coast were trembling slightly, the sand on the beach was rising and falling, and the puddles of water in the wetlands seemed to form a layer of waves, shaking violently.
The Duke of Fareville stood a short distance from the rudder, gripping the railings of the ship tightly.
"Earthquake?" Even on the sea, Duke Fareville could clearly feel the rumbling of the earth coming from the sea.
His first mate shook his head firmly.
If this was an illusion, then it was an illusion that the entire Blood Sail Pirates had tens of thousands of people on board.
"Hahaha! That is our invincible Horde army! " Standing beside Duke Fareville, an Orc with a giant axe who seemed to be more intelligent spoke in the common language with an extremely strange accent.
The entire Blood Sail Fleet was in an uproar.
All the Blood Sail Pirates stopped what they were doing and stared in horror at the bright, dazzling green that appeared on the east coast.
A moment ago, the endless swamp stretched from the coast to the limits of their vision. In the distance, some unknown substance floated in the shallow swamp, emitting an unpleasant smell into the air. Countless lake-like mud pits had split the green land into a mess, and there was no straight path at all.
Now, hundreds of thousands of Orcs had appeared.
They ran wildly, roared, and pushed each other as they swarmed towards the sea from the horizon.
They seemed to be driven by the dawn, moving desperately towards the darkness that was about to be driven away.
All of the Orcs had two legs, two arms, and green skin, but that was the extent of their similarities.
Some of the Orcs were as large as burly humans, while others had stepped into the category of giants. There were also a few Orcs with two heads and bloated bodies that were completely at the level of giants. Without exception, all of them ran wildly towards the shore.
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