The Orcs and Ogres were very different, but in that green tide, they all felt the same.
The Bloodsail Pirates could only see the green tide crossing every swamp with water, stepping on every inch of turf, and smashing everything in its way.
Perhaps there were colourful snakes escaping from the swamps under the feet of the Orcs, but they were all crushed.
Pits, hills, swamps. Everywhere the eye could see, the green Orcs surged out like a tide. As the sun climbed higher into the sky, more ships appeared on land.
In order to prevent the transport ships they had built from being destroyed by the humans who had the upper hand in the sea, the orcs used a more simple and crude method to protect their ships. These transport ships, which were dozens of tons each, were all placed on the shore and piled up in places where the cannons could not reach.
When the Orcs were about to launch an attack, the Orc labourers would drag the bottom of the ships into the water.
The heavy, clumsy, but clearly moving transport ships formed a huge wave that slowly moved towards the sea.
Watching the fleet sailing on land moving towards them, the Bloodsail Pirates remained silent and observed everything in front of them in awe.
Duke Fareville had lived his entire life at sea, but he had never seen anything like this before. Countless Orcs were covering the entire area. They used their strong bodies, arms with explosive muscles, big mouths full of fangs, blood-red eyes, and green skin to weave a world-class blanket, covering every corner of the sun.
Fareville was filled with regret. He knew that if he had transported this terrifying fleet across the northern continent, the destruction of the humans would have entered the countdown.
But beside him, an Orc Sword Saint did not give him any face as he wiped his sword.
This was a powerful warrior who killed without batting an eyelid. More than a dozen of his best sailors had tried to kill him, but none of them could get within two meters of him.
Seeing the transport ships being thrown into the water, Fareville glanced at his daughter Jessie's flagship, which was fifty meters away.
Jessie gave him a sign that only he could understand.
"All fleets, weigh anchor! Set sail! The target is the damned fleet of Kur Tiras! "Duke Fareville shouted.
More than ten minutes later, in response to the flash of dawn, the entire Blood Sail Fleet pierced straight into the sea like a curved arc. They were about to sail northward from the Gulf of Baladine, cross the sea that separated the two continents, and strike upon the fleet of Kur Tirath, who must be waiting on the surface.
The damp scent of early spring was mixed with the wind and brushed past Orgrim's nose.
The undulating waves of the Orcs were perfectly connected with the rolling waves of the vast sea. Orgrim was riding a giant white wolf on top of a hill by the sea. From afar, it looked like he was standing on top of the waves.
Looking at the shining horizon at the end of his vision, Orgrim couldn't help but feel proud. He pointed his [Hammer of Destruction] into the distance and said, "As long as I can cross this ocean, I'll be able to do it! The warriors of the Horde can destroy any resistance from any living creature in any world! "
"We will!" The famous Grom Hellscream carried his equally fearsome [Bloodhowl] axe and came to Orgrim's side. "Even though I've always thought that races other than the Orcs are unreliable, and I don't like your attitude towards other races, I like your ability to solve problems."
Orgrim didn't seem to care about Grom's complaints. He lightly bumped his huge hammer against Bloodhowl's axe. The two famous weapons of mass destruction let out a dull sound of heavy weapons colliding.
"The strongest human kingdom is Lordaeron. See you at Lordaeron." Orgrim bared his teeth.
"See you at Lordaeron!" Grom didn't look back as he walked down the hill, leaving a trail of deep footprints and a bright silhouette.
The Orc transport fleet was still sending people in. The Blood Sail Fleet and the main Orc fleet had already encountered the enemy at around ten in the morning.
An ultra-light, fast, Elven-styled scout ship appeared on the horizon. Then, just as the Blood Sail Fleet sounded the alarm, a sail appeared on the horizon.
Duke Fareville furrowed his brows.
It was too early. The entire fleet hadn't even left the Paladin Bay before they encountered the full force of Kur Tiras. It seemed that the Alliance's navy had made up their minds to wipe out the Blood Sail and Orc fleets here and regain control of the sea.
What's going on?!
Duke Fareville couldn't help but look at his daughter's flagship half a nautical mile to his right.
But since we've met, let's fight!
"Pass the order! Turn right 40 degrees. We need to gain the upper hand. "
The duke's order was met with ruthless opposition. An Orc who knew the common language slammed his axe against the guardrail.
"Don't be so complicated. Just attack!"
"Damn it! Gaining the upper hand is common sense! "
"The great Horde doesn't need your so-called common sense! We just need you to get close enough to the enemy's ships. The warriors of the Fireblade Clan will solve all problems, "the Orc said in a low, muffled voice.
It wasn't that Duke Fareville hadn't heard of a certain Orc chief who single-handedly destroyed a few of Kur Tiras' ships. He just didn't think that the Orcs would use such a simple and violent method to solve all problems.
This went against all common sense in naval warfare.
No! It wasn't just common sense.
Fareville could clearly feel the Orcs' distrust.
That evil Great Tribal Chief was eager for his Bloodsail Fleet to perish together with the human fleet, so that the beastmen's transport ships could safely pass through every sea in the world.
"Tch!"
But the situation was beyond his control. The duke finally waved his hand. Ten seconds later, a blood-red coat of arms unfurled on his flagship.
This idiotic order was immediately sent by the command ships to confirm the flag number again and again.
Gritting his teeth, he confirmed.
Just like that, the entire Blood Sail and Orc fleet split into two columns and charged forward like idiots.
The more 'rational' Alliance fleet was like a crab baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. The fleet spread out like a pincer, surrounding the enemy in half an hour.
At 10: 45 in the morning, the famous' Battle of the Paladin Bay 'began!
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