Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 216: Battle

Orgrim's speech was simple and violent.

Without him saying anything, someone would naturally describe the richness of the northern continent.

He only needs to tell his people where the enemy is, and his compatriots, who have become extremely violent after drinking the devil's blood, will swarm over to kill.

Unlike most orcs, Orgrim appeared extremely calm and sober.

Not only did he carefully study the map and confirm the conditions of the nearby seas, he also began to learn the common language of humans since he left Stormwind. Orgrim specifically left a family of captives, threatened their relatives, and forced an old woman to teach him the common language.

Starting by pointing at the simplest objects, such as a stone, Orgrim compared the pronunciation and confirmed his translation results one by one.

This is very boring and is not understood by most orcs.

But during this crossing, Orgrim achieved corresponding results.

He saw the route of the transport fleet on a captured military map.

He was well aware of the power of the huge human warships. The bombardment could easily blow away more than ten orcs at the same time.

The orcs had no power to fight back at sea.

Therefore, the route chosen by Orgrim is to start from the Baladin Bay opposite the wetlands, head northeast, reach the shallow sea area with quite a lot of underwater reefs, then go along the sea from Stromgarde to Dun Garok, all the way north, and reach the eastern beach next to Southshore Town.

In this way, a large force can hide from humanity's most powerful naval fleet.

Orgrim considered recruiting murlocs and naga to serve the humans, but he believed their numbers were too small to pose a threat to the Horde.

He did not intend to land a large force on the eastern beach, because the mountains there were steeper and the entire beach was within the range of human bows and crossbows. Landing there would be a miserable victory even if they won.

The western coast of Southshore is different. There are more rocks on the coast, which is convenient for hiding and protection.

There were too few smart people in the Horde, so Orgrim could only calculate the departure and arrival time himself.

His calculations were very precise. If there were no accidents along the way, the first batch of transport ships would arrive late at night.

After the decoy fleet, the main force will land around 4:30 in the morning. As long as the main force can land successfully, when the Horde's main force arrives in Southshore, it will be early morning.

The warriors of the Horde will have a whole day to deal with the humans. Orgrim believes that with the orcs' unparalleled physical strength and endurance, the weaker humans will be worn down and destroyed in a few hours even if they can defend themselves for a while with fortifications.

Orgrim believed that.

In fact, on the Alliance side, Admiral Daelin, who had already set sail with his fleet, slammed the table and cursed when he heard the time when the Horde passed the sniper position: "Doesn't this make our entire fleet a mascot on the sea!?"

Looking at the dark sea in the distance through the monocular telescope, Daelin felt irritated.

"The leader of the orcs is obviously not a reckless man who can only charge. You have met your match, Daelin." The one who spoke was a beautiful woman with long golden hair and tall pointed ears, standing next to Daelin. This was a position closer to Daelin than the royal guards, all of which showed that this elven wizard had a special status.

Indeed, the High Elf mage was named Gina Goldensword, the lover of King Daelin. This was an almost open secret.

"Any news?"

"Yes, the young Duke you're looking forward to received a message from me, and he said 'the plan remains unchanged'."

Daelin suddenly calmed down. He was absolutely sure that Duke must have a special way to change this situation.

In this era, unless the ships were within a hundred meters of each other, there was no such thing as night battles. Since Duke looked at the night and told him that the plan remained unchanged, he would just wait for that opportunity.

It was late at night, the moon was covered by dark clouds, and it was a very boring job to look out over the dark sea. Many new lookouts would fall asleep in such a situation.

But no one slept tonight, and all sailors were told to fight an unprecedented night battle. This determined that the powerful Kul Tiras fleet would either gain nothing from this war and be completely left out, or be promoted to become a hunter of the night.

The huge fleet was deployed in a straight line parallel to the distant coastline. This was the best option to maximize the fleet's firepower for an opponent that had no ability to resist.

The helmsman stared at the stern lights of friendly ships not far ahead, carefully maintaining distance and formation.

In the distant darkness, the first reflection of light appeared.

This quickly attracted the attention of the lookout and Admiral Daelin, and then more blurry spots of light appeared in the darkness.

Like a rising firework, the milky white ball of light floated up into the sky.

After just a dozen seconds, more and brighter lights appeared on the sea, illuminating a large offshore area near the coast as bright as day.

"Light? How could it be there?" Daelin was not a mage, so he was not sure.

The high elf mage Gina smiled and said, "If a human or high elf mage apprentice had created such an unsatisfactory magic, he would have been severely punished by his mentor. However, for a murloc, this is already pretty good."

Murloc!?

It turned out to be a murloc mage?

As someone who had spent a long time at sea and had dealt with murlocs, naga, and various marine monsters for half his life, Daelin knew that there was also a branch of murlocs among the murlocs. However, those ridiculous murlocs were the worst spellcasters. The Ice Arrows they shot could only freeze an area the size of a palm and less than a finger wide. They would scatter at the first strike, and unless they hit the vital points, they would have no killing power at all.

Daelin never thought that these murloc sages who could only cast level 1 magic at most could be used in this way.

Yes! They are weak scum.

But after playing the role of a beacon, they become god-level teammates!

Through the telescope, it was seen that the orc transport ship in the area covered by the light was exactly the target ship covered with iron sheets. Daelin shouted excitedly: "Open the guns! Fire! Fire--"

The Kul Tiras fleet, which had been ready for a long time, let out a series of roars two minutes later.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The so-called salvo was nothing more than all the guns from the bow to the stern firing at extremely short intervals. If they fired at the same time, the horrific recoil would destroy the entire deck and even the entire warship.

Even if the shells did not arrive at the same time, the noise would have been terrifying.

A heavy rain of iron bullets streaked across the dark sky, carrying the unique scream that symbolized the coming of death, and fell into the Horde's transport fleet.