Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

The fierce naval battle is still going on, but it is a unilateral attack by the Alliance fleet. Dozens of the tribe's first-line warships have been sunk.

These warships with limited artillery fire were trying their best to fire back, while at the same time covering a dozen steel warships in the dark. These warships were different from other wooden warships. They were wrapped in more steel, and their bows were all equipped with sharp rams!

"Shaman, Shaman! Cast a spell to speed up the ship!"

The existing shamans of the tribe are all Orgrim's confidants. They cast spells quickly and completed the spells as quickly as possible. Strong winds blew on the sea and the wind direction changed, driving the tribe's ships to quickly approach the Alliance.

"Bring those Gronn to the bow!" Orgrim continued to play another of his cards. In those huge and ugly transport ships, huge Cyclops were enslaved and escorted to the bow, where a lot of huge stones had been placed in advance.

"Ready! Throw!"

The Gronns were born with supernatural powers. Their leader, the demigod Gruul, had the ability to slay dragons. These Gronns, as his descendants, had inherited his powerful physical strength. They grabbed a millstone-sized stone with one hand, then swung it in a circle and threw it in the direction of the Alliance ship.

This range is even more powerful than artillery!

"Oh!"

A millstone bullet flew over and hit Dai Lin's flagship. Fortunately, this flagship was expensive and the materials used were top-notch in the human world. The stone bullet only left a dent on the surface of the flagship and did not penetrate it.

Dai Lin should be thankful that although these Gronns were strong, they didn't use their brains very well. They attacked as fiercely as tigers and within two minutes, they had fired the stone bullets from the bow, but their hit rate was pitifully low.

Only a few warships were unlucky and had their masts broken, leaving the sailors on the deck in a panic.

Although the results of the battle were touching, it also caused some chaos, allowing the tribe's iron warships to successfully approach the Alliance for a long distance.

The masts of the iron warships were all destroyed by artillery fire, but these warships were not only moving forward by wind power. The orcs inside the cabins were still rowing the oars hard.

"Oops!"

Dai Lin saw through the engineering telescope that dozens of ramming warships were approaching rapidly and cried out inwardly, "Not good."

The advantage of the Alliance warships lies in long-range attacks. Once the orc ships get close and they engage in hand-to-hand combat over the ship's sides, it is obvious that humans' physical fitness cannot beat the stronger orcs. Moreover, the sailors are all wearing light cloth and leather armor and are equipped with scimitars, making it even more difficult for them to fight against the orc soldiers!

"Retreat, let the First Fleet retreat!"

Dai Lin quickly issued the latest order, his tone revealing anxiety. He admitted that he had underestimated the enemy. He thought their fleet was invincible at sea, but he did not expect the tribal commander to be so cunning. He took advantage of his arrogance, one thing after another, and exchanged the huge casualties of his own side for close combat!

Although Dai Lin reacted quickly, it was too late for the First Fleet in the front row. They were already firing happily, and their artillery was overloaded and hot. By the time they reacted, the tribe's ships were less than 200 meters away from them.

Most of the human warships were sailing ships, which were most clumsy and slowest when turning. Moreover, the wind direction at sea had been tampered with by the shamans of the tribe. For a moment, the captains of the First Fleet were ready for a life-and-death fight.

At this time, the Nagas of the Angry Legion took action!

Except for a few female Nagas such as Zoe who serve as commanders, most of the Naga brigade are strong male Nagas. They are a few points taller than orcs, and their flexibility is greatly increased in water.

They followed the orcs' warships as they swam on the seabed, holding huge tridents in their hands and stabbing hard at specific locations on the bottom of the warships!

Bang!

The male Naga's powerful attack directly created a big hole in the bottom of the orc warship, and sea water poured directly into the cabin through the hole.

These specific locations are the masterpieces of this little guy Gazlowe. He asked his goblin engineers to leave loopholes when guiding the orcs to do hard labor. These weak points of the warships will not cause any problems during normal sailing, but as long as they are attacked with great force and the pressure of sea water, the cabins will be directly destroyed.

The sea water soon flooded the bottom of the cabin. The orcs responsible for rowing rushed up one after another. The male Nagas entered the cabin through the holes and harvested the lives of the orcs in the sea water.

"Well done!" Dai Lin saw the approaching orc ships begin to tilt and sink, and also saw the figures of Nagas on the sea, and he danced with excitement.

"Inform the First Fleet: No need to retreat, find a way to quickly resume firing!"

"Your Majesty, don't rush ahead!" Admiral Daelin's adjutant Valentine quickly advised. "We don't know what the orcs have in store. Let the First Fleet make a detour and keep some distance!"

"Don't worry, Valentine my old friend. The Nagas will clear the approaching ships. As long as we don't get approached, long-range attacks will be enough to destroy the orcs!" Daelin's confidence returned and he didn't care about Valentine's advice.

As the distance between the two fleets shortened, the Alliance's artillery fire became more accurate. Similarly, Goron's stone throwing also caused certain losses to the Alliance. However, Admiral Daelin estimated that the casualties were still within an acceptable range.

The thick fog began to dissipate due to the fierce fighting between the two sides. Under the bright moonlight, only the smoke from the artillery fire, the explosions with flames shooting into the sky, and the flying iron and wood chips were left.

The orcs' front-row warships began to sink one after another, and with the male Nagas' actions of sabotaging the bottoms of their ships, their goblin second-hand ships were almost gone, and their transport ships began to be exposed in large numbers to the Alliance fleet's artillery fire.

The tribal transport ships began to be hit by artillery fire, and some could not bear the pressure and began to sink. Thousands of orc soldiers on board were screaming in fear in the cabins and struggling hard in the water. Then, the Nagas lurking in the sea rolled them up with their tails, pulled them into the water, and stabbed them in the throat!

In terms of naval combat capabilities purely, the Alliance's naval combat capabilities are far superior to the Horde's. The equipment of their warships and the quality of their seafarers are overwhelming. Up to now, the Tribe has suffered huge casualties, and ten ships cannot exchange for one Alliance warship.

The silence of the transport ship made Orgrim feel heartbroken. The brave warriors under his command died in the sea without any chance to fight back. This made him feel very aggrieved and furious!

In a corner that Orgrim didn't notice, Gul'dan was casting a spell in secret. He held a purple crystal ball in his hand and rubbed his hands constantly, silently collecting the souls of the orc warriors.

"Gul'dan! What are you doing!?"