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There was no one who guarded the tribe where the ships were docked in Nanhai Town. Orgrim believed that there were no other humans around the coast, but his confidence at the time allowed Gul'dan to escape easily.

Nathanos is standing on the coast at this moment. There are footprints left by the tribal army on the shore. The ships that once docked here seem to completely cover the entire endless sea, but now there is no contour of other sails except for some abandoned small transport ships.

"It's so fast!" Nathanos sneered. He opened a wooden box that was randomly discarded, which contained a somewhat damp bandage, which was obviously not used.

"Strange?" Nathanos opened several such storage boxes one after another, which contained all kinds of supplies. What's even more strange is that most of these boxes are concentrated near the sea, with several floating on the sea surface, and some of them were trampled. These were not left behind, but were thrown from the ship? Nathanos was full of questions. It is understandable if the tribe retreated and had no time to transport supplies, but why did they throw the things on the ship?

"Is it to reduce the burden on the ship to sail faster? But what's the need?" He observed the surroundings, and saw from his footprints that the orcs were walking in a hurry. Why were they anxious to leave? Nathanos thought to himself, and he seemed to have heard Lothar mention that the orcs separated part of the team and headed to the beach. This was also the reason why Nathanos appeared here. He wanted to figure out why the tribe retreated?

"Since you are going to retreat, why do you have to divide your troops? Aren't you afraid of being defeated one by one?" Nathanos shook his head. He believed that Orgrim would definitely think of this, but it seemed that the great chief of the tribe chose to go his own way. "Maybe the tribal army that set out from the seaside did not retreat, but did some missions." He nodded, thinking that this kind of speculation was more likely, and the mission they performed was likely to be related to the tribe's retreat.

"Forget it, in short, the retreat of the tribe is a good thing, but the problem is that they have not failed yet. If..." Nathanos was muttering to himself, suddenly a strong wind blew from behind. He had just turned around and looked up. A red dragon that was no less than Christassa flew over his head, and something fell down on the beach. Nathanos was immediately hidden in an abandoned transport ship. Obviously the red dragon did not see him, and Nathanos noticed that there were no orcs behind him.

"Strange! Why is there a red dragon here?" He came out of the ship, and the sudden change disappeared immediately. All he had given was a question.

"What is this?" Nathanos walked to the red dragon and fell down to the side of something. Some red liquid had soaked the beach.

"Blood?" Nathanos sniffed, with a very obvious pungent smell. The dragon was injured, no wonder he had a low flying height just now and his movements were stiff and slow. "It seems that the injury is very serious, but why did he fly to the sea? If he is not strong enough..." Nathanos seemed to have a premonition of the fate of the dragon. He shook his head and turned away. There was no unnecessary things here worthy of his attention.

On the other side, the broken islands

Things seemed to be moving beyond Red and Maim's imagination.

"No." Mam said softly, and he roughly bandaged the bleeding wound with a linen. "We must chase Gul'dan!" Although his wounds made him stagger, he was still wrapped in thick bandages on one leg.

"There is no need for this." His brother said, "These... creatures helped us solve them." As he said, some weird things appeared in front of them. These guys had numerous tentacles and joints, with many sharp teeth. They suddenly emerged from the ground, stoking the body of the attacked person in hunger, and some orcs were already frightened by their fearful eyes.

These creatures ran out of the temple. Although Red was a warrior, he could also feel the faint magic inside. His intuition told him that this power came from the dilapidated and strange building in front of him. It was extremely powerful, evil and full of hatred, and directly rushing all living things. Under this power, only this monster survived.

At this time, the ground under their feet vibrated, and a deafening echo came from the temple. A deep and low laughter rushed out from it, accompanied by a smell of stench and corrupt, and there were other things inside, which made Red's goosebumps come out. Although he could not see anything, he obviously felt that something evil was gushing out from this incredible place, beginning to explode under the sunlight, and finally to ashes. The low voice continued, the ground was trembling, the rocks under their feet were cracking, and the entire island was split.

"Gul'dan can't survive!" Red stood firm. "That traitor must have alarmed something terrible. No matter what the purpose of Gul'dan coming here, only his own death is waiting for him." Red only hoped that Gul'dan's death process would be slow and painful, and it was indeed the case.

"So, what should we do now?" Maim asked as they turned to leave the temple.

"We are going to go back to the Hammer of Destruction," Red told him, "we still have a battle to fight, at least now we don't have to worry about traitors breaking down our army's vitality from within. If anyone dares to do so, we will let him taste the price he has to pay." The two brothers walked towards the shore, and the ship was already waiting there.

“Are you ready?”

"Everything is ready! Sir."

Dalyn Proudmore nodded, and he always looked at the right side of the ship, "Okay, well arranged, we can attack them quickly when they enter the strike range!"

"Yes, sir." Dailin's personal guard Sellers saluted him, then walked towards the huge bronze bell next to the rudder, and knocked it twice in a row. After the bell, only people could hear people running, cable sliding and object falling overlapping, and everyone rushed to their posts quickly. Dailin smiled. He liked to be so well and orderly, and everyone under his command knew this, not to mention that they still had a battle to fight today.

The Admiral's attention turned back to the sea ahead, observing the sky and the waves, continued to raise his telescope and look into the distance, searching for the small black dots he had just discovered. They had grown significantly there, and some of them could be seen clearly. He was sure that he could see more clearly on the watchtower. He estimated that in another ten minutes, these shadows would be able to identify the shape of the ship.

Orcs' ship, to be precise, is orcs' fleet.

Dai Lin punched the hardwood railing. Only in this way could he vent his excitement. He had been waiting for such an opportunity since the war broke out. Finally! When he heard that Lordaeron had won a great victory and the tribe had advanced south, he almost jumped up excitedly. When the scouts confirmed that the orcs had reached the Endless Sea, he immediately ordered the dispatch of the sea fleet of Kurtiras to be intercepted.

The sentry told him that the orcs were divided into two groups. The first fleet quickly entered the sea, while the second one hurriedly chased and fought between the two sides. Did the traitor appear among the orcs? Dai Lin didn't know and didn't care. Anyway, it didn't matter what they did. He only cared about when they turned around and passed through the endless sea again and returned to Lordaeron.

This will put them in their pockets.

Now he could see the enemy ships without a telescope. The orcs' ships had no sails, and they moved against rows of oars. Of course, they were very fast, but the ships were very slow to maneuver. Although Dalin did not intend to boast, his ships could indeed easily surround them in the middle. Naval battle was a dangerous task, and Prodmore wanted to bury the orc fleet to the bottom of the sea as soon as possible.

Now he was anchored behind some islands, located in the northeast of Kurtiras, and his entire fleet was dispatched behind him, waiting for the orcs to enter his encirclement.

They are here.

"Fire!" When the enemy ships entered the fire range, Prodmore shouted sharply. They were ambushed between the two islands, the sails descended and the lights went out, and no strange sight was seen for the orcs. Therefore, the first round of artillery caught the orcs completely off guard. Most of the ships were severely damaged from the middle, broken into two sections, and immediately sank.

"Show off! Attack!" Under Dai Lin's second order, the ship sailed through the wind and waves and advanced at full speed. He knew that the gunner had been loaded again, and the other sailors were also preparing powder barrels and hard crossbows.

"Attack the enemy ship next to it!" Prodmore ordered, and the crew nodded, threw the powder barrels onto the enemy ships, and ignited the crossbow arrows wrapped in oil-soaked rags, fired them out, and detonated one of the powder barrels. The fire spread on the deck instantly, causing the other powder barrels to explode one after another. Soon the flames swallowed the entire ship, and the thick wooden boards coated with tar were then turned into ashes.

Everything was as Prodmore expected. These orcs were not sailors and did not understand naval battles. But orcs were good at fighting at close range. It would be dangerous if they approached and boarded their own warships, but he had already commanded all ships to keep a distance from the enemy ships. At the same time, his second fleet attacked on the flanks, the third fleet turned to intercept the enemy ships that had leaked from the battlefield, and the fourth fleet was closing south to form a siege net. Soon, the orcs would be sandwiched in the middle and attacked in all directions. At present, the tribe had lost three warships, and Prodmore couldn't help but smile. Soon the orcs here would be cleared out completely. And Kurtiras would win.
Chapter completed!