Chapter 66 Kul Tiras Naval

Battle On Kozan Island, Richard was listening to Vashj's report.

"Under the instigation of Isa and the Twilight Cultists, Alterac is now under Ivan's control."

Richard looked at the spread-out map and said, "They did a good job, but things can be done a little bigger."

Richard pressed once on the north and south of Alterac: "These two places are important, take them down."

Vashj looked at the places Richard pressed, which were the two important fortresses in the north and south of Alterac.

Richard explained, "The mountainous terrain of Alterac is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is difficult to take it without paying a price. If Pereneolde does not want his neighbors to gain a huge advantage after the war, he will definitely ask the Alliance for help. Once the Alliance helps Pereneolde to regain the lost land of Alterac, the Horde will have a chance to regroup, and the war between the Alliance and the Horde will continue. The harder they fight, the better it will be for us."

Vashj nodded and wrote it down in the notebook.

Richard looked at the flags planted near the Kul Tiras Sea and asked, "Has the Kul Tiras naval battle started?"

Vashj shook her head, "Vashj's people haven't reported yet."

Li Xiang said, "Vashj'r...how many years have you not been back to that territory?"

Vashj shook her head, not wanting to recall those past events.

"Hey, let's not talk about Vashj'r. How is Gaz'ruvi's construction team preparing? Quel'Thalas will end soon."

Vashj smiled and said, "The goblin was very energetic after being appointed as the Minister of Construction. The construction team has been ready for a long time. Now they are training engineers every day, waiting for your order."

"Then let's go and take a look."

Just as Richard was inspecting the construction department, a firefight had already occurred in the sea near Kul Tiras.

Daelin, north of an island northeast of Kul Tiras. Proudmoore and his fleet were lying in ambush.

"20 degrees to port, open fire!"

The flag signal was sent.

"Bomb, bomb, bomb!" A round of volleys from several ships broke the leading orc ship into two pieces.

Proudmoore waved his hand with high spirits: "Raise the sails! Send these orcs to the sea to feed the fish!"

Under his command, two fleets surrounded the orc fleet from the north and south, and the other fleet blocked their way head-on. Looking at the orcs clumsily turning their ships, Proudmoore laughed. The ocean is different from the land. These orcs can roam freely on land, but they can only be slaughtered by us on the ocean. Just look at the holes in their ships that were bombed.

Before Proudmoore could be happy for long, he heard the lookout's heart-wrenching howl.

"Admiral! North! North!"

Proudmoore raised the telescope he bought from the merchant. Six huge black shadows were diving towards the battle zone.

"Wait...that's it!"

Proudmoore found that the position where they were diving was exactly his third fleet. According to intelligence, orc dragon riders had appeared on the battlefield of Quel'Thalas!

Proudmoore waved his arms and shouted loudly: "Sign! Sign! Order them to evade! Evade immediately!"

The sailors on the top of the mast waved the flags vigorously, but it was not known whether the Third Fleet did not see it or saw it but could not evade it in time, and the entire fleet was engulfed by the dragon's flames. The red color illuminated the entire sea, and screams and the smell of burning floated in the sea.

"Son! My son!"

Proudmoore clasped the fence tightly with both hands and cried out in pain. A ferocious expression appeared on his face. He pulled the deputy general next to him and said, "Order half of the fleet to block the gap in the north and continue the attack! Shoot down those dragons in the sky for me! Use cannons, arrows, and ropes! Anyway, shoot them down and avenge the people of the Third Fleet!"

The battle situation at sea has been very tense. After the dwarf griffon riders joined the battle, the alliance's army also had the ability to fight the dragons.

There were oil stains, broken wood, broken limbs, floating corpses, and some struggling beastmen and humans floating everywhere on the sea. Some were lying on the wood, and some were struggling in the water. However, the latter basically ended up as ghosts in the deep sea. These people and things turned the originally blue sea into a black and red turbidity, but for the Nagas active in the deep sea, this was the best protective color.

Near the sea where the battle took place, Lady Nazshar was giving her Nagas her last instructions.

"Leave no human alive. Drag the human with the mark of Alterac to the deep sea along with the corpse. Destroy any creature that sees you. No harpoons allowed, let's go!"

The Nagas swam in the sea at a very fast speed. The humans or orcs that were lying on the wooden boards on the sea surface would disappear from the sea surface from time to time, but the two sides fighting on the sea surface did not notice these unlucky ghosts in the water.

The Nagas grabbed the legs of the targets floating on the sea and pulled them into the sea to drown. The soldiers wearing Alterac uniforms were pulled to the deep sea for disposal, and the others were left to float to the surface of the sea. As for the unlucky ones who were originally struggling under the sea, the Nagas used their outstanding arm strength to send them off.

A large ship passed over the heads of the Nagas. Lady Naz'har recalled that this seemed to be the ship that the leader of the Alliance Navy was on. Lady Naz'har smiled slyly and brewed a spell in her hand. Lady Vashj once told her to try her best to make the Alliance more chaotic. Her spells would make the already chaotic battlefield even more chaotic.

"Boom!" Proudmoore's flagship suffered a heavy blow. Proudmoore himself held the mast with one hand and swung his other hand in the air to find balance.

"Squeak--"

The hull began to tilt.

Proudmore shouted, "What's going on? What's going on?"

"Admiral! We've hit a reef! Abandon the ship!"

"Bullshit!" Proudmore cursed, "There are no reefs in the sea here!"

Two large ships approached Proudmore's flagship, and his deputy was also pulling his arm to let him take command of another ship.

The movement of the two ships suddenly vacated a huge space, and the orc fleet immediately rushed towards the gap. Proudmore shouted, "Quickly block the gap, don't let those damn orcs escape!"

The deputy general gave orders while pulling Proudmore.

After all, it was still a step too late, and Proudmore slapped the new ship angrily.

"Admiral, give chase?"

Proudmore looked at the dark sky and said, "Don't chase them anymore. They are lucky. Order all ships to rescue our people. Bring up the bodies as well. Don't let them soak in the cold sea."

"What about the orcs?"

Proudmore immediately yelled, spitting saliva in the face of the boy who asked the question: "Feed the fish!"