The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Hey, it's those orcs who stole the ship!"

In the dim rain, in a bay somewhere in the Darkspear Islands, a green-silver-armored navy officer said as he saw the orcs rushing towards him.

Holding a shield to defend, a Kul Tiras navy next door protected the "still sleepy" brother who made a sound.

Gathering his strength carefully, he shouted, "Brothers, go call for reinforcements, I'll try to hold them back!"

"Lok'tar, quickly eliminate this human patrol team."

With a soft war cry, hordes of orcs and trolls came from all directions.

The sound of raindrops and the sound of hurried footsteps mixed together, spontaneously exuding a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

Seeing these enemies, the ten Kul Tiras patrol marines had no time to retreat and quickly formed a circular formation with their backs to each other.

Given the current situation, there is no chance to leave. We can only do our best and fight the enemy to the death.

"Damn it, there are too many of these rude beasts!"

The ten of them held shields in their left hands and swords in their right hands, ready to fight to the death with the orcs and trolls who were attacking them like a pack of wolves.

A battle axe with brute force, a spear with voodoo magic, a broadsword with bloodthirsty murderous intent, and a hammer of destruction containing the element of thunder.

The powerful force rushed towards them, and they were ready to draw their swords with indignation and fear of death on their faces.

"Trolls, orcs! We will..."

Boom! The earth is shaking! !

Affected by the sudden wind and waves from outside the island, the drizzle in the sky couldn't help but fall a little more slantedly.

However, the distant vibrations had no effect on this smaller battlefield.

Hearing the roar, the orcs and trolls did not retreat, but instead accelerated their offensive.

"Ouch!"

The wolf riders' wolves were howling, ready to follow their masters and tear apart these stubborn humans.

However, the ten-man team that was about to face death couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

The sound of the cannon means that their reinforcements have arrived!

In this case, then... their fighting spirit is growing even stronger!

Glory to Kul Tiras, to take away a beast is a...

The sound of rushing water was heard, and a water barrier protected the ten patrolling marines.

"You bunch of beasts, Haichao has long anticipated that you will attack our patrol team!"

As the voice sounded, the raindrops in the air quickly turned into waves, sweeping away the marines who were swinging their swords forward from top to bottom.

Seeing this, Thrall raised his hammer with one hand and said, "Storm, tear my enemies apart!"

Before he finished speaking, the rain suddenly became heavier, which was very strange.

However, with a loud bang, a bolt of lightning suddenly descended and landed in the Hammer of Destruction.

Then, a destructive electric current transformed from the black hammer into a chain of lightning, shooting towards the marines who were swept away by the waves.

However, a beam of lightning also appeared at this moment and collided violently with the lightning chain.

"The tides will never abandon any Kul Tiran. We are protected by the tides!"

Using all his strength to cast the thunder spell, Sanat held the Tide Staff in his hand, clenched his teeth, and shouted loudly from a high place.

He tried his best to take the blow, and his whispering call to the abyss became clearer.

Without the whispered warning, he would not have been able to rescue the ten patrolmen in time and block the extremely powerful force of the storm.

"Yes, the tide will never abandon any of us."

At this moment, one after another Kul Tiras navy appeared behind him, Sanat Tidebringer.

Tap, clang, dong, the heavy sound of hurried footsteps in the rain could be heard.

Along with the footsteps came the Kul Tiras flags with green backgrounds and golden anchor patterns.

According to this situation, they might really be earlier than expected... Sanat suddenly threw the staff in his hand and rolled over.

With a gurgle, Sanat's staff fell into a nearby stream and was washed away by the rapid current.

Sizzle, a sudden flash of lightning reached the place where he had been standing before the sound of the lightning, leaving only the charred grass.

Seeing the human "Shaman" running away like that, Thrall couldn't help but tighten the Hammer of Doom in his hand.

The humans on the other side had the element's "early warning", but the element...

"The tide is high, and you beasts are actually in this archipelago."

At this moment, a swordsman wearing heavy armor helped Sanat up and spoke in a deep voice with a gloomy face.

"I'm fine, Major Leon."

Knowing that Sanat was fine, Jeff stood up and pointed his sword at the orc chieftain who was so familiar to him.

His face showed the joy of seeing prey, the anger of dealing with enemies, and the caution of facing the strong.

At the same time, the sound of artillery fire in the distance was still roaring tirelessly, shaking the earth.

Ignoring the raindrops that were dripping down his body, Jeff said, "Orc Chieftain."

"Now you don't dare to take your tribe and continue to flee westward?"

With a sharp look in his eyes, Thrall responded: "Human general, this is not on the sea."

"Haha, do you think I don't know what you are thinking now, Greenskin Chief?"

Along with the growing number of navy soldiers behind him, Jeff stared into Thrall's pale blue eyes and tightened the sword in his hand.

Standing with them were ten marines who had rejoined the team, and Shui Liu also returned with a magic staff.

"Humans, respect is..."

"But, you orcs and trolls, your plot to divide and eat us has failed!"

"You are waiting for your people to come, and we are also waiting for the opportunity to destroy you."

Not wanting to talk about respect with Thrall, Jeff held the sword and said coldly: "Follow my orders, shield soldiers, follow me forward."

"I will stand firm with you."

"Archers and musketeers, shoot these beasts immediately!"

"Kill them, dead or alive, and we will return home with honor."

The next second, Sanat suddenly thrust the staff that sent the water back into the ground beneath his feet, and one sailor after another was blessed by the sea tide.

At this moment, the other Tide Sages raised their hands, and the water currents in all directions became their power.

This heavy rain came at the right time, just enough to make up for their lack of strength and compensate for the loss of their advantage at sea.

Swish, swish, swish! A rain of arrows shot out powerfully against the heavy rain.

Bang, bang, bang! The bullets left the muzzle and shot out violently.

"That's enough, human!"

A dark hammer fell, click, click.

Thrall used the power of earth element to build a tall earth wall to block the power of arrows and bullets.

"We can't waste time here with them, we have to go back!"

"The Great Chief..."

"Obey orders. This is not the time for us to take the glory."

When issuing the order, Thrall raised his warhammer high, blasting out bolts of lightning to counter the water and lightning guided by the Tidesage.

The rivers flowing everywhere and the surrounding sea water immediately divided the two sides into different camps, and the rapids collided violently with each other.

"Warriors of the tribe, retreat immediately, I will cover you!"

"Okay, follow the orders of the Great Chief, and we will go back and gather the warriors of the tribe immediately!"

A loud shout in orcish suppressed the impulse of the surrounding warriors, and Eitrigg turned to look at the wolf knight leader in the team and said.

"Nazgrel, hurry up and inform Saurfang and Hellscream. Our previous plan has changed."

"Okay, Eitrigg, let's go!"

As Eitrigg and Nazgrel led the two groups of orcs away in different directions, Vol'jin and Rokhan also led the Darkspear trolls away in two directions.

Chief Sen'jin asked them to help the orcs, so they would do as the chief asked...

No matter what, it is like this.

As the orcs and trolls left, searching for the rest of their forces, the strong earth walls collapsed.

Arrows filled with anger and gunpowder bullets filled with explosive power concentrated their firepower to knock down the earth wall that blocked the road.

Now, Thrall was alone in the bay, blocking the Kul Tiran navy that had been chasing the Horde.

"Brothers and sisters! Kill the orc chieftain. He is the only orc left here!"

"Human, all spirits are with me, taste the power of the elements!"

The thunder roared suddenly!

……

The booming cannon roared violently!

"Follow me, warriors. I will lead the charge!"

Another round of volleys of artillery fire, Arthas, with Frostmourne hanging from his waist, which had returned at some point, slid along the frost path and slashed.

In the familiar drizzle, a knight burst out with tremendous strength and swung the Fang Tianmi Halberd in his hand.

Holy light flickered, flames roared, and the raindrops falling on him evaporated in an instant.

"Then hurry up! Ah...hiccup..."

There was not a single scratch on the warship, and a group of bubble-blowing naval mages, led by Jaina, worked together to hold up the still-strong arcane shield.

The other navy officers ignored the almost inaudible rudder of the main ship and threw bows, arrows, javelins and other weapons with all their might.

Try your best to kill a bloodthirsty Shadowhatescale Fishman with one arrow or one shot.

There were also some navy soldiers, holding muskets with only black gas left in their hands, and they couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Ahead of them was the same man, the faster knight.

He was covered with wings of holy light, his steps never stopped, his cloak fluttering, and behind him was a group of undead fishmen who were not afraid of death.

There was no legendary enemy that could stop him. He swung his halberd fiercely, leaving a path full of black blood.

The loyal undead guards followed, protected the warships, shocked the captives, and fought bloody battles with the shadowy hate-scaled fishmen.

Swords collided, making gurgling sounds and silent roars; shields and axes collided, and the holy light extinguished the shadows in the rain.

"That's right. In the name of Holy Light, we will only speed up!"

Looking down at the Prince of Lordaeron who was spontaneously excited, Lieutenant Cui Wen gripped the railing tightly in his hands.

Not only did he have two weapons on his left and right waists, he also had a long weapon on his back. His equipment was very sophisticated and complete.

With his hands on his cheeks, he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Why, why is this happening?"

"Lieutenant Cui Wen, what's wrong with you?"

Regarding the lieutenant who suddenly ran to the main ship, Jaina spit out a huge amount of bubbles and asked him puzzledly with a flash.

Is the book she gave me so mysterious?

Even the Fording family of three and some other people in other worlds were very impressed with this simple book.

Ever since it was "created" from her hands, she had never seen anyone who could refuse this thing.

Holding his head with one hand, Cui Wen said dejectedly: "Your Highness, I am not questioning Arthas's bravery."

"If it's not for this, why else could you...or anyone else?"

Looking at the Kul Tiras navy who were sighing more than one person, and a group of her own people on her ship, Jaina asked another question.

Pointing at a certain Sergeant Wesker who was throwing a spear, Cui Wen covered his face with his hands and said in despair: "No, it shouldn't be like this."