This is the hometown of the Sheep-hoofed People, and also the place where they hold various carnivals, celebrations and banquets.
However, all of these seemingly ordinary activities are usually filled with filth, fighting, death, indulgence and violence under the control of local rulers.
Especially in those warm caves and springs filled with geothermal steam, secret ceremonies are often held with as few as a dozen people and as many as dozens or even hundreds of people.
No one except the participants knew what really happened inside.
The only thing that is certain is that several people will die during the ritual, and that some time afterwards women will become pregnant on a large scale and give birth to large numbers of babies at about the same time.
Because the Sheep-hoof people's living habits are so chaotic and they have no moral integrity, they basically have no concept of family, and the relationship between men and women is even more chaotic.
It is difficult to say whether this is an innate nature or the influence of society and culture.
But it is certain that in the eyes of the residents of most towns and villages on the plane of Theros, the satyrs mean sex, crime, and endless trouble.
Born and raised in such a place, Xenagos was naturally accustomed to unrestrained enjoyment and indulgence.
In fact, his spark as a planeswalker was ignited during a group revelry involving hundreds of people.
The reason is not like that of other planeswalkers, who either suddenly awaken in extremely dangerous situations, or sense the existence of the spark through methods such as meditation, and then stimulate it bit by bit.
Just the opposite.
This guy was doing some healthy group sex with several naked women at the time, and happened to reach the pinnacle of physical pleasure. As a result, sparks suddenly and without warning burst into a dazzling light in this almost ironic and joking situation.
To be honest, it is unlikely that there is no other planeswalker who ignites sparks in this way even if you search the entire multiverse.
This means that the characteristics of his spark are vastly different from those of other planeswalkers in terms of ability.
Especially in the enhancement of mental magic, he is not inferior to Jace Beleren at all.
The only difference is that the latter focuses on "quality" while Xenagos focuses on "quantity".
To put it in a more understandable way, Jace's mental magic is more like strengthening a single target, while Xenagos's is strengthening a group.
The Minotaur armies under his command were created by Petros, a celestial craftsman from the time and space of Theros.
This poor guy had no power to fight back when facing the Planeswalker. He was mind-controlled in an instant and turned into the opponent's servant.
The biggest characteristic of that group of minotaurs is that they have no independent consciousness and are very easy to be controlled.
Xenagos used the power of his own spark to easily make every minotaur obey his orders.
At the same time, they are not as dull, stupid, and clumsy as non-intelligent constructs and undead creatures, but are truly endowed with certain cognitive and thinking abilities.
This is very similar to Yawgmoth, who created the Glow Oil and Old Phyrexia.
Both have managed to give personality, thinking and cognition on a large scale without having a soul.
Although there is a spell called [Construct Enlightenment] in the Transmutation Magic that can give constructs human-like minds, the problem is that it is a nine-ring arcane magic and has no possibility of spreading over a large area.
Just as Zuo Si was concentrating on analyzing the ability of the newly acquired spark, Xenagos, who had just finished an epic battle with hundreds of women, finally came over from a distance with a wine glass in hand, and asked with an unsatisfied expression on his face: "My dear friend, why are you sitting here alone?
Why not make out with those passionate girls and enjoy this wonderful pleasure?
Are they just not your type? Or are you more interested in men? No problem, just speak up and I can make special arrangements for you.
After all, if it weren't for the magic book you gave me, how could I have gained such powerful strength just after being deified?
Perhaps he is not as good as Heliod, the god of the sun, for now, but he is no less powerful than Pharika, the goddess of pain.
As more and more people tend to indulge in pleasure, my power will inevitably continue to grow."
As he spoke, the satyr who had just transformed from a planeswalker into a god turned around and glanced at the beautiful scenery of a large area of white flowers entangled together not far away, and subconsciously licked his lips with his tongue.
Since the mortals on the plane of Theros had a tradition of believing in gods, he immediately had a large number of followers and believers when he successfully became a god.
In this carnival party, there are not only satyrs, but also other races including humans. They are basically either handsome men or beautiful women, and young people account for more than 170% of them.
After all, youth means active hormone secretion, and it is easy to indulge in physical pleasure and be unable to extricate oneself.
The appearance of Xenagos gave them an excuse to break the shackles of secular ethics and morals, and they were able to gather together openly in the name of God and do what they wanted.
Coupled with the rebellious mentality of hating the discipline of parents and elders, it is not surprising that such a situation occurs.
Of course, a strategy like this, which can only be formulated with a deep enough understanding of human nature and psychology, is obviously not something that a guy from the Chaos Camp can come up with.
To be precise, it was Zuo Si who gave advice behind the scenes and developed a plan to rapidly expand its influence.
Otherwise, given this guy's character, he will most likely continue to hide in the dark and plot until he is killed by the sun god Heliod or Elspeth.
But Zuo Si obviously did not want this guy to die too early, but wanted to make the most of him to test the limits of the power of the gods in this world.
Thinking of this, he gently put down the wine glass in his hand and responded with a smile: “Thank you for your kindness, but forget it, I am not interested in this kind of unrestrained indulgence and venting of desire.
Compared to this, I'm more curious about how you plan to deal with the arrowhead remaining in your chest.
You have to know that it contains the power of the hunting goddess Nylea.
Once touched by external force, a violent energy reaction will immediately erupt, enough to tear a god's body apart or even kill it.
It's not a very smart thing to keep this in your body."
But Xenagos replied nonchalantly: “Just leave it there.
Because it's a badge of honor to me, proving that I'm smarter and more powerful than those arrogant gods.
What's more, I am also a god now.
As the number of believers continues to increase, they will also gain eternity and immortality, and even if they die they can be resurrected again.
This is why the gods have been hostile and hateful to each other for so many years, but no god has ever been able to truly destroy his opponent. "
"But there are always exceptions, right? That arrowhead is always a huge hidden danger, and all the gods who regard you as a usurper may take advantage of it."
Zuo Si issued a serious warning.
Xenagos curled his lips in disdain: "Come on, my dear friend, you think too highly of those gods.
They have long become extremely arrogant and stupid because of their absolute control over the entire world.
I would never think of using such despicable means.
Compared to such trivial matters, I care more about the Realm of Nyx.
Ever since I successfully became a god, I have a piece of my own territory in that world that belongs only to the gods.
I'm thinking about what I want to build it into."
"Nyx Divine Realm..."
When Zuo Si heard this word, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
Because in Theros, the entire world is actually divided into two parts.
One of them refers to the world where mortals live, and the other refers to the world where gods live, which is the famous Realm of Nyx.
The passage between the two is controlled by Kruphix.
When needed, he will appear and close the channel, preventing the gods from descending to the mortal world.
It can be said that the most important and valuable secrets of this time and space are hidden in the Realm of Nyx.
But unfortunately, Zuo Si couldn't enter it easily.
Because if Kruphix was half as powerful as the rumors said, he would never allow a sufficiently powerful planeswalker to enter.
"Why, are you interested in the Domain of Nyx? Do you want me to take you in for a tour?"
Xenagos had obviously sensed something and took the initiative to invite him.
The reason why he attached so much importance to Zuo Si was that the latter helped him solve the biggest problem after being deified, which was how to avoid falling.
This is obviously not an easy task.
Because first of all, we need to change the inherent concept and make enough people believe that Xenagos is the god of pleasure, rather than an arrogant person or a liar.
As we all know, there are two things that are the most difficult to do in the mortal world.
One is to make others willingly take money out of their pockets, and the other is to change a person's deep-rooted cognition.
This case obviously belongs to the latter.
Xenagos' original plan was to capture a large number of celestial creatures in this world after being deified, and then absorb their energy to sustain himself.
This is obviously not a long-term solution.
Anyone with a bit of common sense would know that doing this would almost certainly anger all the gods, and it would only be a matter of time before they were beaten up.
So after seeing Zuo Si's abilities, Xenagos wanted to keep him firmly on his side and have him continue to give him advice.
After all, the special abilities of planeswalkers determine that they rarely stay in one place for a long time, unless it is the hometown where they were born.
Once they feel that the time and space they are in now has no freshness and value, they will pack up and run away in a minute.
If it were back when he was a planeswalker, Xenagos would certainly not care about such trivial matters. As long as he left a contact method, he could always find the other party's location.
But now he has been bound to Theros and has no way of traveling through different time and space like before. He can only keep the other party by constantly showing goodwill.
Zuo Si knew what the god of pleasure was thinking, and he immediately responded half-jokingly, "Forget it.
I am certain that Kruphix and the other gods would not welcome my presence near the Precincts of Nyx.
Also, don't expect me to stay in this world for a long time.
Because I am really busy and have to deal with a lot of things every day.
But don't worry, I'll arrange for someone else to take over."
"Oh? Who is he?"
Xenagos stroked his chin with a curious look on his face.
Zuo Si smiled mysteriously, then raised his hand and used his authority as the great devil to summon his subordinates.
In the blink of an eye, a hellish demon appeared out of thin air with the help of the connection of the land card, and bowed gracefully with one hand on his chest.
"It is an honor to serve you, the honorable Prince of Hell, the only legitimate lord of the ninth plane of Baator."
"I think you know your mission, right?"
Zuo Si asked directly.
The devil nodded quickly and answered confidently, "Of course. My mission is to assist this great God of Pleasure in expanding the number of believers and influence, while using whatever means necessary to weaken other gods. Don't worry, I have performed similar missions in a certain plane and have ample experience in this regard."
"Of course I know you have experience, otherwise I wouldn't have specially summoned you here. Remember, make the most of your strengths and perform well. If your performance is impressive enough, I will consider giving you a better position."
Zuo Si was very skilled in painting a big picture for his subordinates.
In his opinion, it was definitely enough to have an experienced pit fiend as an advisor to Xenagos.
What's more, this Hell Demon is a little different from the ordinary one.
He was not a general who commanded troops in the traditional sense, but a true master of conspiracy. He single-handedly provoked a war between the gods in a certain plane, and in the end all the gods died in that brutal battle.
And this plane also fell completely into the control of the forces of Hell due to the infiltration of a large number of half-blood tieflings.
Zuo Si spent a lot of money to get this talented person, and now he can finally be put to use.
After hearing this promise, the Devil of Hell's eyes suddenly began to shine, and he assured in a slightly excited tone: "I swear in the name of the Lord of Hell, I will not let you down."
"very good!"
Zuo Si showed a satisfied look, turned around and said to Xenagos: "Look, I have prepared the people for you. The stage and the script will all depend on your performance. If I have time, I will come to visit often."
"Well, it seems that this is the only way."
Xenagos sighed with obvious reluctance.
However, Zuo Si obviously didn't care about this guy's dissatisfaction. After saying goodbye politely, he immediately activated the power of sparks and disappeared on the spot.
As soon as he left, Xenagos turned his gaze towards the Hell Fiend, looked him up and down before asking, "What's your name?"
"You can call me Alkins."
The Hell Demon didn't hesitate for even a second before giving a fake name that he had never used before.
Of course, as an outer-plane creature, using a fake name is basic common sense.
No demon or devil will reveal his true name.
That means that people who know this name can control themselves to some extent.
But Xenagos obviously didn't know this. He raised his chin slightly and continued to ask in a slightly arrogant tone: "Then Alkins, tell me what exactly is the so-called experience you mentioned before?"
"I'm very sorry, great God of Greed. This involves the secrets of Baator Hell, so I can't reveal too much to you. But the result is that under my operation, the gods of a certain plane broke out in an unprecedented war, and most of them perished in the infighting."
The Hell Demon pretended to be mysterious in order to whet the other party's appetite.
"That sounds interesting. I'm interested in the details. Would you be willing to take a moment to tell me about it?"
Xenagos' attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees, and he became very excited.
Because his purpose of deifying was to cause trouble for the gods of the Seros space-time, he naturally paid special attention to such matters.
Alkins replied with a smile: "Of course, great god of pleasure, this is part of my job."
So, over the next hour or so, he used half-truths and half-lies to describe the operation he had planned, in which the most important details and intelligence had already been cleverly erased.
But even so, Xenagos was still deeply shocked.
Because he never thought that simply by instigating conflicts between the gods he could make them kill each other.
In particular, the way the demons first used the mortal conflicts among believers as a fuse and then dragged all the gods behind them into the water bit by bit really opened his eyes.
Behind every intensification of conflict lies a series of brilliant calculations and multiple levels of overt and covert confrontations.
Similarly, Xenagos also knew one of Zuo Si's identities, that is, the lord of the ninth layer of Baator Hell, an existence that can stand shoulder to shoulder with gods.
At this moment, he finally understood why the other party had been so calm from beginning to end and did not take the gods into consideration at all.
However, what Xenagos didn't know was that the mission of the Pit Fiend was not entirely to help him.
Its real purpose is to try to provoke an all-out war among the gods of Theros and test the extent to which their divine power can reach.
And Xenagos was the bait thrown into the fish pond, the abandoned pawn thrown into the public eye to attract attention.
…
At the same time, far away on the Dark Coast of Kalimdor in Azeroth, a meeting that will determine the future world order is being held in full swing.
As hosts, Malfurion and Tyrande were sitting side by side at the head seats at the long table.
Opposite them sat Calia and Jaina, who represented the Alliance, and Cairne Bloodhoof, the representative of the Tauren.
Since there were no orcs or trolls involved, the atmosphere on the scene seemed quite harmonious.
After a brief greeting, Malfurion spoke first: "I believe you should have heard the news.
Just a few hours ago, the messenger of the Red Dragon Legion delivered a bombshell message.
The unknown legions currently fighting the Burning Legion at Mount Hyjal are actually subordinates of the God of Contract, Thoth.
Their goal is to protect Azeroth from the Burning Legion, the Old Gods, and all other outside forces.
With this large army around, there's basically no need to worry too much about the demons pouring out of the portal.
In other words, we can finally stop tensing up and prepare for the battle, and can take a good breath and have a good sleep."
"Thank God, it's finally over. If this tense atmosphere continues, I would probably collapse even if the soldiers don't."
Jaina was the first one who couldn't help but hold her forehead and complain wildly.
After all, the battlefield of Mount Hyjal looks really scary.
Whether it was the damage caused by the weapons and magic used by both sides, or the horrific casualty rate, it was enough to cause any commander to suffer an instant cardiac and respiratory arrest.
What's even more terrifying is that this battle has been going on for a long time.
However, neither side showed any intention of stopping because of depletion of troops. They simply kept sending soldiers to the front line to be consumed in the flesh-grinding machine.
Cairne Bloodhoof also sighed slightly and said, "Yes. This war is so terrible that even I have been having nightmares recently. I can't imagine how long we can hold out if either side wins and launches a full-scale invasion of Azeroth."
"But fortunately, there is finally a relatively happy ending.
The demons of the Burning Legion are now trapped in Mount Hyjal and cannot get out.
As long as the Great God of the Covenant's Legion is still there, we can rest assured and continue our lives.
For this reason alone, we should thank him, believe in him, and follow his guidance and teachings."
As she spoke, Jialiya took out the amulet with the holy emblem hanging around her neck and kissed it affectionately, with an extremely pious expression on her face.
"Belief..."
Tyrande was obviously aware of the young queen of Lordaeron's reaction and understood what it meant.
As a priest of the moon goddess Elune, she undoubtedly holds a negative attitude towards foreign gods like this.
But the problem is that judging from the current situation, it is absolutely a foregone conclusion that the God of Contract will become the mainstream belief of the Eastern Continent, and no force can reverse it.
It is only a matter of time before a large number of believers appear on the continent of Kalimdor.
After all, the legends about the moon goddess Elune performing miracles or appearing in person are so old that they have become traditions.
But what about Zuo Si, the God of Contract?
Anyone who takes a close look at the sea of blood and corpses on Mount Hyjal will involuntarily feel awe and worship.
Not to mention that you may gain magical powers after believing.
Most importantly, no one dared to actually prohibit civilians from believing in this god through coercive means.
Otherwise, the divine punishment from the sky is no joke.
This is also what worries Tyrande the most.
She was very afraid that this new belief would spread within the night elf community, leading to fewer and fewer people believing in Elune, and ultimately their complete extinction.
What's more terrible is that once such a situation occurs, her leadership position established by relying on religious power will be shaken, or even she will be driven out of office.
You have to know that the reason why Tyrande can hold her current position is that her identity as a religious leader is the most important.
The second thing that comes into play is her identity as Malfurion's wife.
If possible, Tyrande would actually prefer to maintain the basic base of faith in the Moon Goddess Elune through iron-fisted means, just like she did when she cleared out and expelled the high elves.
But unfortunately, she really doesn't dare to do that now.
Because Zuo Si didn't even need to do it himself. He just needed to deliberately leave a few small gaps in the defense of Mount Hyjal to let those demons rush out, and the night elves would be in trouble.
Malfurion was slow to notice his wife's strangeness and continued to speak: "Since the crisis has been temporarily resolved, I think we can now disband and return to our own countries and territories. However, in order to prevent such a situation from happening again, I suggest that we send envoys to communicate with each other and sign a covenant to jointly protect Azeroth."
"I agree!"
Jaina was the first to respond.
Although she is currently a member of the Alliance, she can represent both the magical kingdom of Dalaran and the naval power of Kul Tiras.
Seeing that her best friend had expressed her opinion, Jia Liya followed suit and said, "I think this is a good idea, too."
"With the full-scale invasion of the Burning Legion, it is time for all of Azeroth to unite and face the enemy together."
Cairne Bloodhoof also expressed his own views.
After all, the huge portal standing above the Well of Eternity is so conspicuous that anyone who is not blind can see it from a distance.
And thousands of demons are pouring in from the other side.
Although it has been blocked temporarily, the strong sense of crisis will not disappear.
The old Tauren Chief felt that it would be a good thing if he could use this opportunity to unite more people and forces.
Seeing that everyone present agreed, Malfurion's face, which was as rough as tree bark, showed a happy smile: "Very good!
Since there is no objection, we will officially establish an alliance to defend Azeroth.
Through the friendship we established during the previous resistance to the invasion of the Burning Legion, we also have a foundation of mutual trust.
And more races can be included in the future.”
"Wait! Do you mean that this alliance will expand in the future?" Jia Liya interrupted immediately as if she had thought of something.
Malfurion nodded slightly and said, "Yes, Your Majesty. After all, defending their homeland is the responsibility and obligation of every resident of Azeroth. As long as they are willing, they can naturally join in."
"What if they are outsiders? For example, the Scourge, orcs, and ogres."
Jialiya asked a very sharp question directly.
“They are our common enemy, and are certainly not included.
Especially those dirty, filthy, bloodthirsty and violent orcs, they are not qualified to survive and reproduce on our land.
This is also the second topic I want to talk about.
What to do with the orcs who became minions of the Burning Legion during the war."
When saying this, anyone could feel the deep hatred and disgust in Malfurion's tone and expression.
After all, the jungle demigod Cenarius who was killed by Grom Hellscream was his teacher who led him onto the druidic path, and he also played a great role in the War of the Ancients. It is no exaggeration to say that his kindness was as heavy as a mountain.
But what is the result?
He was hacked to death by a group of bloodthirsty orcs who rushed in.
Therefore, Malfurion's attitude towards orcs has always been very bad, and he even wishes he could turn into a bear and kill all the orcs with one palm.
Jia Liya undoubtedly liked the Archdruid's clear-cut character and nodded with satisfaction: "This is exactly what I want. These damn beasts first invaded the southern part of the Eastern Continent, causing countless killings and destruction, and then arrived in Kalimdor to burn, kill and loot in Ashenvale. Now it's time to settle the accounts."
"I completely agree with you. The evil deeds of the orcs must be punished, and they must pay the price with their blood and lives."
Malfurion's words were so decisive that there was no room for negotiation.
"So how do you plan to teach the orcs a lesson? I don't think those barbaric, rude and bloodthirsty guys will just lay down their weapons and wait for their punishment." Jaina asked in an uncertain tone.
Since she has never fought alongside Thrall, her impression of orcs is basically negative.
Malfurion replied in a tone as cold as winter: "If they do not wish to be judged, then they shall be exposed to the most terrible and destructive power of nature."
"Are you planning to exterminate all the orcs?"
Cairne Bloodhoof obviously felt a little bit reluctant.
After all, he had traveled with the orcs under Thrall for a period of time and received help from them, so he had some feelings for them.
"No, we will not slaughter women and even children like the barbaric orcs. We are just cleaning up the executioners whose hands are stained with the blood of innocent people."
Malfurion solemnly expressed his attitude.
As a druid, he is not averse to killing, but he will never kill innocent people indiscriminately. Instead, he has his own set of values.
Cairne Bloodhoof heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this: "If that's the case, then I have no reason to object. But considering that Chieftain Thrall and his tribe have helped us before, we will not participate in this operation."
"No problem, you don't have to participate in the punitive action against the orcs."
Malfurion agreed very reasonably.
Because the current night elves are not in the seriously damaged situation like in the original timeline, and they did not fight desperately with the remaining Legion demons and Undead Scourge after Archimonde was blown to death, many of their forces have been preserved intact.
Not to mention a group of orcs who had just crossed the sea and established a foothold in Azshara, even if the Scourge came, it would be useless.
Because of their long lifespan, the proportion of their spellcasters and elite warriors is frighteningly high. Both their individual quality and team coordination are far superior to humans or dwarves.
Coupled with natural allies including tree people, chimeras, mountain giants, bear monsters, etc., there are basically no obvious shortcomings.
"Thank you so much."
Cairne Bloodhoof stood up and bowed to the elder who had lived for more than ten thousand years.
However, compared to the kindness of the Tauren, humans, who have a blood feud with the orcs, are very direct.
Jia Liya promised without hesitation: "The Alliance will send at least 10,000 troops to join the operation to punish the orcs. We will provide air fire cover and a mage group of at least 200 people."
"We will also send at least 10,000 troops. Twenty thousand combined will be enough to teach these barbaric and bloodthirsty monsters a deep lesson, and then drive them to the most barren places to fend for themselves."
After saying that, Malfurion picked up a chess piece that symbolized military strength and gently placed it on the location belonging to Azshara on the map.
If you look closely, you will find that the map clearly marks the huge camp built by the orcs and the area where they fish and hunt.
In the face of the druids' terrifying reconnaissance capabilities, Thrall and his new tribe's every move was completely secretive.
In this way, under the negotiation between the leaders of the two camps, a military operation against the orcs is about to begin.
However, what they didn't know was that at this moment, in the waters near Azshara, Kul Tiras' naval commander Daelin had already arrived here with a fully armed fleet.
Through the telescope, he could clearly see the orc fisherman driving an old wooden boat to cast a net not far ahead, as well as the simple dock and plank road built with wood on the side.
After two or three minutes, the old man, whose heart was filled with anger towards the entire orc race, put down the telescope and let out a creepy sneer.
“Hahahaha! Damn green-skinned beasts! I finally found your hiding place!”
"Sir, those fishing boats will be within the range of the cannons in a while. Do you think we should sink them directly or ram them in a more brutal way?" A middle-aged adjutant nearby asked with a cruel smile on his face.
It is not difficult to see from his reaction that he also lost his relatives or friends in the two wars against the orc invasion, so he hated the orcs so much and wanted to kill them all with his own hands.
In fact, most of the people on this battleship, from officers to sailors, were more or less influenced by their commander.
This means that even if an order for genocide is given, they will carry it out without hesitation, even if the people killed are underage children.
Because these people believe in the concept of revenge of tooth for tooth and blood for blood, they think that whatever the orcs have done to humans, humans naturally have the right to retaliate in the same way.
Dai Lin's eyes flashed with undisguised hatred, and he ordered bluntly: "Of course, we have to crash into them! I want to see these mortal enemies sink to the bottom of the sea and drown in panic! This is the power of revenge given to me by the God of the Great Contract!
Of course I have to enjoy it!
Go tell the soldiers that they have no need to have sympathy for the orcs, and that they don't want any prisoners.
The only good orcs are dead orcs."
"As you wish! Today, these ungrateful, bloodthirsty and cruel monsters will shed blood like a river."
After that, the adjutant happily went to convey instructions to other ships in the fleet.
After a while, all these warships were lined up in formation and charged towards the small fishing boats driven by the orcs on the sea in an extremely pleasing posture.
It has to be said that sailing ships are the most beautiful of all types of ships.
Especially the streamlined hull with huge masts and sails, the overall feeling is full of romanticism.
Unfortunately, the orc fishermen did not feel even a little bit of romance at this moment, only endless fear. They began to paddle desperately like crazy, trying to escape the attack range of the warship.
"Hurry! Hurry up! Otherwise those humans will kill us and throw us into the sea."
"But this is already the fastest! Our speed is simply no match for the other party."
"Stop talking nonsense and jump off the boat. Perhaps diving and swimming are our only hope of survival."
…
Several orc fishermen started fighting because of a disagreement.
I have to say that the orcs' shipbuilding technology is really not that good. It's basically just a large bathtub with a single mast attached.
Being caught up is only natural in this situation.
When the warship rushed to the front against the wind and waves, all the people on the small fishing boat were stunned, as if they were completely stupid, watching this huge monster crushing their head on.
As the keel of the huge warship rolled over the small fishing boat, the orc who was not in time to dodge had his head smashed immediately, and flew into the sea, becoming a feast for carnivorous fish.
As for the fishing boat that looked like a large bathtub, it had already broken into several parts with a snap.
Since this fishing ground is not far from the shore, the trolls on the lighthouse quickly noticed the Kul Tiran fleet that suddenly appeared on the sea surface and quickly sounded the alarm.
In the blink of an eye, the fishermen and farmers living nearby rushed out with armor and weapons.
Just as they opened their mouths to ask what happened, a loud explosion in the distance resounded through the sky.
About ten to twenty seconds later, countless black spots fell from the sky and hit the heads of these orc warriors like raindrops.
Any unlucky person who was hit was basically killed on the spot. Even screaming and wailing became a luxury, and the mortality rate was frighteningly high.
It was obvious that Dai Lin's fleet used grapeshot, which was the most lethal to flesh and blood, this time.
After one round of design, the entire fishing village's dock had been plowed clean.
At first glance, the ground was littered with incomplete limbs and bloody internal organs. It was a scene straight out of hell.
But if you think that's the end of it, you're wrong.
Daelin's hatred for orcs has reached a level of madness and paranoia.
After killing all the guards, he ordered the bombardment of houses, docks and other buildings, and only turned the entire village and plank road into ruins before he turned around and left with satisfaction.
You should know that in order to get this opportunity, the naval commander of Kul Tiras worked hard in the eastern continent and did all kinds of heavy work for Zuo Si.
But it was all worth it! Over the next few days, the fleet repeatedly rammed and sank fishing boats along the coastline of Azshara, blowing up the docks, plank roads, and guards.
Needless to say, he intended to blockade the ports in order to prevent the orcs from obtaining sufficient food, thereby plunging them into a state of starvation.
Then watch the enemies kill each other for a piece of bread or a sausage.
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