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When the first Alliance ship was hit by a rude force, Varian roared in frustration. He watched the ship crack in two sections from the middle and gradually sink under the lick of flames. It was sunk by cannons on the watchtower of the dock.

The battle continued, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

The Alliance and the Blood Elves ships were violently bombarded. The healers ran back and forth, taking care of the wounded as much as possible. The engineers took materials to repair the damage to the ship. They also had to try their best to protect themselves from being injured by shells.

Fortunately, the shells cannot prevent ships from approaching the coast, and all sacrifices are not in vain, and the damage of the dragon-throated orcs is even more serious. On the deck of the dock, there are dragon-throated orcs killed by artillery fire everywhere. They are either seriously injured and bleeding or have died. From time to time, the ancestor dragon will fall and smash it towards them. Griffons and Dragon Eagles are snatching air supremacy.

The above Orgrimmar was covered with smoke. Varian understood that Woking had also begun to attack, and he said to the flagsailer: "Order all ships to advance at full speed, and Garrosh's reinforcements to the dock have been blocked."

Logging in was just a matter of time. Varian grabbed the rope and stabilized his body on the swaying warship. His eyes were staring at the front. Once the dock was captured, Garrosh would be unable to escape. Victory was at your fingertips.

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Suddenly the horn sounded, and the enemy camps came from the coast. The Alliance King looked up and saw many black shadows with flapping wings flying out from behind the two looking out towers, like birds flew away from big trees. However, these things were not fleeing around, but rushed towards the fleet.

The enemy was ready to launch an attack? Varian felt a little grateful to the other party's courage. Knowing that the fleet could no longer stop the docking, they did not choose to sit and wait for death, but decided to fight to the death and exchange blood for blood. If one or two alliance commanders could be killed, such as Varian himself, the situation of the war might be reversed.

"Good idea," Varian murmured.

At this moment, a huge shadow swept over his head. He heard a war cry.

"Go up, the Dragon Throat Clan!" It was a female orc riding on the back of the Ancestral Dragon. Varian swore that this was the largest Ancestral Dragon he had ever seen.

"Crush these enemies and traitors in the name of the orthodox tribe chief." The female orc shouted.

Only then did Varian remember that there was not only the Alliance warships on the sea level, and his eyes glanced at the blood elves. Because of the counterattack of the Dragon Throat clan, Xindole and others were forced to stop.

Almost all ships could not move forward any further. The "Song of Dawn" where Sylvanas was located was attacked by two ancestor dragons. The situation on Aurelia was not optimistic.

"Change the gun heads, aim at the sky, and shoot them down!" Varian ordered.

"His Majesty the King!" General Jeresta shouted at him, Varian looked in the voice. The woman at the helm roared hard. "Be careful!"

The sense of danger made Varian stand up. He quickly turned around and raised his swords above his head, just blocking the opponent's attack. The brown-skinned female orc waved her axe with her hands. She jumped off the back of the Ancestral Dragon and slashed with force. Although the sneak attack failed, the Alliance King, who was unwilling to kneel down to cushion this force, was cut through his neck by his weapon.

Varian snorted in pain, amazed at the fact that this woman could actually hurt him, and he was also angry. The king let out a wild roar, and the roar was more like the ancient wolf soul than a human.

He was stronger than this orc. With a push, the female orc staggered back and groaned.

"You not only dare to get on my boat, but you also dare to face me, an orc."

"Because I know today will be your death, and I have the honor to kill you in person." The female orc shouted, "I am Zaira, the governor of the Dragon Throat clan."

"No matter who you are, you will be the first orc I killed in this war." Varian roared.

The two weapons collided again. Varian's attack was like a storm, causing Zaira to retreat step by step.

"Where is Garrosh?" Varian asked roaring at the Dragon-throating Governor's face, "Are he too scared to come out to face me?"

"You don't need the power of the chief yet. Any orthodox tribe soldier can do it." Zaira laughed.

If it were the former King of Stormwind, he would have been furious because of these words, but now Varian laughed loudly and was surprisingly calm.

"The power of the chief?" He cast a contemptuous look at the female orc. "The city-destroying bomb, the ancient holy clock, and the heart of the ancient god. He always wants to win the war with some strange things. This is his power? He is not a warrior at all. He will just hide behind and watch his followers die. I'm right, Zaira, where is your chief now?"

The Dragon Throat Governor frowned and shouted, "I want to cut off your tongue."

The axe with both hands was swung forward by Zaira, and Varian kept dodging, but the orc had thrown all his reason behind his head, and the attack never stopped, like a crazy beast.

Varian had already thought of a way to end the battle. He deliberately showed his flaws, making Zaira mistakenly think that his head was an attackable position. And the other party was indeed above. He swept Varian with axe towards Varian. The King of Stormwind suddenly squatted, and at the same time, his right sword swung towards Zaira's abdomen.

Zaira groaned as the flesh and blood was broken. Blood flowed out of the wound. Thanks to her quick reaction, she held the sword's blade with her left hand in time to prevent the sword from continuing to penetrate, so she did not suffer any more damage.

Varian exerted force and kicked Zaira.

The Dragon Throat Governor was thrown into the air, his limbs shaking. She felt her flying out of the deck, and then fell into the sea and sank like a stone. The weapon became a burden and he escaped. The wounds soaked in the sea became even more painful, and Zaira realized that her blood was constantly losing her abdomen.

Death is calling her.

Varian looked down at the sea level and could only see a faint blood. He nodded and the Dragon Throat Clan's commander was finished. Orgrimmar's dock was already in his pocket.

"Go forward and occupy the beachhead position. We will use those two cannons to deal with the Ancestral Dragon. For the sake of alliance!" His excited voice inspired the soldiers on the ship, and pointed them in the direction - the heavy weapons on the dock's watchtower.

Jerry Tas, who mastered the rudder, adjusted the direction of the ship. The druids on the ship played an important role at this moment, and the downwind they attracted accelerated the entire ship.
Chapter completed!