Later generations' evaluation of the Battle of Paladin Bay was one-sided.
Of course, this was not a traditional naval battle either.
The collision of the two ideologies made this naval battle a little strange.
Traditional human navies pursued the doctrine of large ships and cannons.
The Orc navies, on the other hand, played a typical battle with white soldiers.
In a sense, the Orcs were also very good at this. This was not the cannon before Duque's transmigration, which could fire tens of kilometers. Even the World War II gunships couldn't fire at a distance of 20,000 meters. The clumsy, unrifled breech-loading cannons had a range of less than a kilometer.
This was not a problem for the Orc Sword Saints who could walk on the waves.
Hellscream dismantled a Gundam with its bare hands. Oh, it was Bloodhowl dismantling a warship. This was a good lesson for the Orcs. The Orc warships were not weak at all against the wind. The cannons on the Orc warships were basically decorations. After all, it was just a large transport ship that could move.
As soon as they entered two nautical miles, many sampans were released from the huge garbage ships. The peons pushed these modified small turtle-shell ships and headed straight for the warships of Kul 'Tiras.
Human cannons were very useful against ships, but they should have been at a loss against these small ships. Not to mention, there were more than a dozen Orc Sword Saints who came on the waves.
Admiral Dailin saw that the Orcs' tactics were as expected and let out a long sigh of relief.
In the sea, tens of meters deep, a blue and white magic light suddenly lit up.
This light was so dense that no Orc could detect it except for the Orc Sword Saints.
The next moment, ice rain rose from the bottom of the sea towards the sky.
Bright, beautiful, it had nothing to do with nature, it was accompanied by death.
The Murloc Sage's Frost Arrow had terrible destructive power, but it wasn't a problem for it to pierce through the bottom of a small boat. The Murloc's unique talent could make the seawater open up a path for the Frost Arrow, allowing it to accurately pierce through the weak bottom of the boat.
"Hahaha! Good kill! " Looking at the small boats that were paddling and trying to get close stop one after another, and the hulls entered the water, Admiral Dailin laughed heartily.
It was not that the Orc Sword Saints did not think of taking care of these hindering Murlocs. Firstly, underwater combat was not their forte, and secondly, there were some stronger people to deal with them.
Murloc Prophet Mogor, Furious Scale Naga Vara, Spiny Naga Sephyllis, and a large number of Naga Siren priests were all here.
"Hahahaoolala —" Chanting an incantation of unknown meaning, Mogor suddenly unleashed a powerful attack.
In the sea, the Murlocs and Naga had natural magic bonuses.
Not to mention that this was a battlefield that had been set up long ago. At the bottom of the water, inconspicuous conches, clamshells dozens of meters deep, and the most inconspicuous dead corals suddenly emitted the unique brilliance of magic.
Two dots formed a line, and many lines formed a pattern. At that time, the Beastman Sword Saint suddenly discovered that there was a huge Magic Array over a hundred square meters in diameter at the bottom of the sea.
"Wa la la la —" The only three fingers on each of Mogor's hands trembled convulsively. His eyes turned white, and a crazed look appeared on his face.
The next moment, the sea sank.
In an instant, the sea level within a radius of 300 meters suddenly sank by more than 30 meters.
A huge whirlpool rapidly formed.
On the side, the magic stirred up a hundred-meter wave easily swept everything in the whirlpool into the bottom of the sea.
The Sword Saints of the Fireblade Clan were powerful, but they did not fight underwater!
The bottom of the sea was the world of sea creatures.
In the Magic Array, countless jellyfish-like tentacles rose up, pulling the Sword Saints deeper into the sea. The Sword Saints held their breath and worked hard to cut the jellyfish tentacles in the water with considerable resistance. However, when they cut one, three, five, ten more would follow.
Not to mention that they were a living person, even a big ship might not be able to resist such a strange tactic.
“Lok-tar，ogar！”
If they did not win, they would rather die!
None of the Orcs showed fear on their faces. Only more Orc speedboats attempted to bypass the whirlpool by paddling quickly to kill Kul 'Tiras' fleet.
On the flagship, Daelin held a scimitar in his right hand and a short-barreled musket in his left, watching the scene quietly.
A calm smile appeared on his face. "Well, my old friend, now it's time for you to make a choice. But before that … "
"Whoa —" A green phantom approached at high speed. He was so fast that just the splash of water under his feet created a long white line on the surface of the sea.
Not a single long-range weapon could hit this elusive figure.
Just like that, he crossed the distance of seven or eight meters between the sea and the side of the ship like a bolt of lightning and suddenly reached the deck.
Naturally, the small fries could not catch him.
However, what greeted him was a war hammer with a holy golden glow.
"Clang!" With a deafening clang, the Orc Sword Saint and the newcomer clashed without any fancy moves.
"I am Paladin Tirion Fordring. Tell me your name, Orc!" Before Duque's transmigration, Tirion had been called the Empress Dowager by countless players. This was the most powerful moment of his life.
The sea breeze ruffled his hair and beard, making this young knight look even more extraordinary.
"Galao!" The Orc Sword Saint only spat out this name before he immediately charged forward and fought the Empress Dowager.
This was not all the Orcs had.
To catch bandits, one had to catch their leader first. Orcs knew this trick as well.
A cold glint of a sword appeared behind Daelin. No one on the ship knew where it came from, except Daelin himself!
"Clang!" With an unconventional scimitar, the shining edge of the scimitar perfectly blocked the sharp blade that was supposed to pierce through Dan Lin's chest.
"Bang, bang!"
Two gunshots rang out almost at the same time.
The ambusher was a complete idiot. Not only did he fail, he was also hit by a musket.
This wasn't an ordinary single-barreled gun.
It was meant for a king, so how could it be low-level?
Even though the gun was fired with a trigger, the barrel of the gun glowed with the brilliance of a magic circle. The complicated and mysterious blue runes only appeared on the barrel the moment the gun was fired. Moreover, it was a single-barreled gun, but it could fire two consecutive shots under the effect of magic. Whoever was hit by it would die.
"Wow!" An Orc Sword Saint with a red flag on his back, a string of huge white beads around his neck, and a single-edged broadsword in his hand groaned as he took three steps back and revealed himself.
"Despicable!" He spoke in standard common language.
Daelin's handsome face, which had been baptized by the sea breeze, smiled proudly. "Hey! I don't want to be called despicable by an Orc who only knows how to sneak up on me! We're at most on the same level … Don't you think so? Samuro! "
That's right. It was the Orc Sword Saint, Samuro.
"Hmph!" With a snort, Samuro swung his blade and pounced forward.
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