The difference in strength between the seven human kings was huge. The ones who could fight were humanoid nuclear bombs like Antonidas, while the ones who couldn't, such as Terenas or Eden, would be blown away by the wind.
Overall, Thoradin The Great's martial spirit had been passed down. Laing and Solas Trollbane's strength was above average. King Zeon's strength was also off the charts after learning to transform, only slightly weaker than Queen Sylvia.
Of course, King Daelin was also quite fierce, stepping into the realm of heroes. If it wasn't for the infuriating incident where he betrayed his father, Daelin wouldn't have been killed by Rexxar and the other Horde heroes.
Now, in a one on one battle, Daelin, who was still in his prime, was fighting Samuro.
The Horde sent out strong fighters to attack, and the warships of both sides were still closing in on each other. About a thousand meters away, on Duke Fareville's ship, the Beastman in charge of monitoring the Duke gasped when he saw the arc of light from his hero's slash.
"Huh? I didn't expect the humans to have strong fighters! "
The Beastmen worshipped the strong. To them, a strong fighter could earn their respect beyond their race. A thousand meters away, a person was just a small dot. But this didn't stop him from knowing that Samuro hadn't taken down the enemy's leader.
"The humans have more strong fighters than you think," Duke Fareville said coldly.
"But that doesn't include you," the Beastman said harshly.
"Hmph!" The Duke snorted, and the Beastman Sword Saint behind him took a step forward, clearly threatening him.
"Now, you can play your favorite cannon battle."
The Beastman's arrogant order almost angered Fareville half to death. You're not even giving me the upper hand. Now that your brainless assault team is no longer effective, you want to let my ship take the lead?
The frustration and helplessness almost drove Fareville crazy.
What else could Fareville do? Right now, he and his fleet were like meat on the chopping board.
He had to raise his hand and signal that he was ready to fire.
"Target …"
"The Beastmen's trash battleships," a cold voice interrupted the Duke's words.
Without giving anyone time to react, an ice-cold aura instantly exploded on the ship.
A bone-chilling cold swept past everyone's face like lightning, but the only ones who were frozen were the beastmen in charge of guarding and the Sword Saint.
In less than a hundredth of a second, all the Beastmen near Duke Fareville had turned into ice sculptures. Every single Orc's ferocious expression, their tensed muscles, their half-drawn blades … all the details could be seen clearly. Unfortunately, they were just ice sculptures that had lost their lives.
A figure in blue and white robes suddenly appeared less than three meters in front of Duke Fareville.
"Sir Duke Marcus, I didn't expect you, the Alliance's Vice Commander, to personally take action …" The Duke muttered to himself.
Duque confidently appeared and raised his hand, casting an Icicle spell that was mixed with the characteristics of a tornado, easily sending those Beastmen flying over the side of the ship. Just before the ice cubes fell into the sea, a continuous "Kacha" sound stimulated the eardrums of every Blood Sail Pirate.
Right before their eyes, the Beastman watchers who had been threatening them for more than a month turned into beautiful ice crystals that dissipated with the wind.
"With great power comes great responsibility. Even the Commander Lothar can charge at the front, so why can't I, the Vice Commander, do the same? "
Amidst the laughter, the watchers turned into ashes.
The one who killed the watchers on Jesse Fareville's ship was Vanessa Van Cleef. The incompetent little maid who had just returned from a short period of training at Ravenholdt Manor had sliced the Beastman into eighteen pieces with lightning quick strikes.
It wasn't just her. The assassins from MI7 in Stormwind had struck at lightning speed, killing every Beastman on every Bloodsail Pirate ship.
One after another, the Bloodsail Pirate ships raised the flag of the Alliance. At this point, even the slowest of the Horde knew that the Bloodsail Pirates had rebelled!
"I told you that humans are unreliable!" The Beastman captain on the Horde's warship roared angrily.
He had the unskilled Beastmen change the direction of the huge sails in an attempt to catch up to the Bloodsail Pirate warships while the wind was against them.
The Bloodsail Pirate Fleet was undoubtedly at a disadvantage against the Alliance's naval fleet.
However, the Bloodsail Pirate Fleet had the upper hand against the Horde's huge warships.
The Bloodsail Pirate Fleet's sudden change of tack brought great trouble to the Horde's warships. The original numerical advantage had instantly turned into a huge disparity in strength.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "The Bloodsail Pirate Fleet opened fire.
The huge shrapnel shot toward the masts of the Horde's warships hundreds of meters away. The well-trained and experienced Bloodsail cannoneers easily destroyed most of the masts and sails of the Horde's warships in two or three rounds of bombardment.
The Bloodsail Pirate Fleet tried their best to steer their ships in an S-shape on the sea while trying to distance themselves from the Horde's warships to avoid being hit by the Alliance's cannons.
After losing their masts and even their oars were cut off by Duque's Naga's trident, the Horde's huge warships were like a pile of garbage floating on the sea, helplessly and hopelessly enduring the Alliance's attacks.
At this time, the Bloodsail Pirate Fleet was the first to cease fire.
"Why cease fire?" Duque frowned slightly.
"If you knew the structure of the Horde's warships, you would know that cannons are useless against them," Duke Fareville explained.
"Hmm?"
"It's all because of those damned goblins!" Fareville's eyes flashed with hatred at the mention of those short and greedy green-skinned creatures. "The Horde's warships are the masterpiece of those goblins in Booty Bay."
Last night, it was Vanessa and Duque who snuck into Jessie's captain's room and learned that the Bloodsail Pirate Fleet had been forced to join the Horde's camp.
In the past winter, Orgrim sent the Horde's army south to Stranglethorn Vale, where the climate was warmer. The despicable goblins did not surrender in the face of the Horde's army. Instead, they made the Horde let go of Booty Bay in a way that Orgrim was very satisfied with.
The first thing they did was to sell out their enemy, the Bloodsail Pirate Fleet. The Horde lacked a fleet, so the evil goblins suggested Orgrim to swallow up the Bloodsail Pirate Fleet. It was the middle of winter at that time, and almost all the Bloodsail Pirate Fleet were on land in the Bloodsail Fortress.
In the end, they were all wiped out by the invincible Orcs …
Of course, how could an ambitious and ruthless person like Orgrim allow the goblins to be his spear? That was why they had this super warship that Duque called a large piece of garbage.
Other than the hull of the ship that was covered with iron sheets and was symbolically equipped with 10 cannons, the rest of the space was a crazy 'warship' that was covered with protective baffles!
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