Capítulo 252: Chapter 252: The Night Battle Across the Ages
Orgrim's speech was simple and violent.
There was no need for him to elaborate on the richness of the northern continent, as others would naturally do so.
All he needed to do was tell his people where the enemy was, and his demon-blooded brethren, now more ferocious than ever, would swarm to kill.
Unlike most orcs, Orgrim appeared extremely calm and lucid.
He not only studied the map carefully and verified the conditions of the nearby seas but also began learning the Common language of humans since leaving Stormwind City. Orgrim kept a family of prisoners, threatening their loved ones, and forcing an old woman to teach him the Common language.
Starting with the simplest of objects, like a stone, Orgrim compared the pronunciations and verified his translation achievements one by one.
This was tedious and incomprehensible to most orcs.
However, during this sea crossing, Orgrim showed his progress.
He saw the route of the transport fleet on a captured military map.
He was well aware of the power of the humans' enormous warships. The booming cannon fire could easily send more than ten orcs flying from the impact area.
Orcs were utterly powerless at sea.
So, Orgrim chose a route that started from the Baradin Bay, opposite the Wetlands, heading northeast, reaching a shallow sea area with many underwater reefs, then followed the coastline from the Thandol Span to the seas off Dun Garok, heading north all the way to the eastern beaches near Southshore.
In this way, the main force could avoid the humans' most formidable fleet.
Orgrim considered the murlocs and naga serving humans but thought their numbers were too small to pose a threat to the Horde.
He did not plan to land the main force on the eastern beach, as the steep mountains there and the entire beach were within the range of human archers and crossbowmen. Landing there would result in a costly victory even if successful.
The western coast of Southshore was different. There were more rocks on the coast, making it easier for concealment and cover.
There were too few intelligent fellows in the Horde. Orgrim had to personally calculate the time of departure and arrival.
His calculations were precise; if there were no accidents on the way, the first batch of transport ships would arrive at night.
After the decoy fleet had passed, the main force's landing time would be around 4:30 in the morning. As long as the main force could land successfully, the Horde's main force would reach Southshore just in time for dawn.
The Horde's warriors would have a full day to deal with the humans. Orgrim believed that with the orcs' unmatched stamina and endurance, the physically weaker humans would be dragged down and destroyed within hours, even if they could defend themselves with fortifications for a while.
Orgrim was so confident.
On the Alliance side, Admiral Daelin Proudmoore, who had already set sail with his fleet, rarely cursed upon hearing the time it took for the Horde to pass through the sniper's position, "Isn't this making our entire fleet mascots at sea!?"
Looking at the distant dark sea through his telescope, Daelin felt irritable.
"The orc leader is clearly not a reckless brute who only knows how to charge. You've met your match, Daelin." The one who spoke was a beautiful woman with long golden hair and slender pointed ears, standing beside Daelin. This was a position closer to Daelin than the royal guards, indicating the exceptional status of this elven mage.
Indeed, this high elf mage was named Jaina Goldensword, the lover of King Daelin. It was an almost open secret.
"Any new information?" Daelin asked, hoping for an update on the situation.
"Yes, our reliable scout Duke sent a message saying 'the plan remains unchanged.'"
Daelin suddenly calmed down. He was absolutely certain that Duke must have a special way to change this situation.
In this era, unless the ships were less than a hundred meters apart, there was no such thing as a night battle. Since Duke told him the plan was unchanged during the dark night, he would wait for that opportunity.
As night deepened, the moon was shrouded by dark clouds, making lookout on the pitch-black sea a tedious task. Many inexperienced lookouts would fall asleep under such circumstances.
However, tonight, no one slept. All the sailors were informed of an unprecedented night battle. This determined the fate of the mighty Kul Tiras fleet, whether they would be left empty-handed or become hunters of the night.
The massive fleet formed a single line, parallel to the distant coastline. This was the best choice for maximizing firepower against an opponent without resistance.
The helmsman stared intently at the tail lights of friendly ships not far ahead, carefully maintaining distance and formation.
In the distant darkness, the first glint of light appeared.
It quickly caught the attention of the lookout and Admiral Daelin, and more vague light spots emerged in the darkness.
Like fireworks rising, milky-white orbs of light gently floated high into the sky.
A few seconds later, even more and brighter lights illuminated the sea surface near the coast, making the area as bright as day.
"Light spell? How could it be there?" Daelin was not a mage, so he was not sure.
The high elf mage Jaina smiled, "If a human or high elf mage apprentice produced such a failing spell, they would be severely punished by their teacher. However, for murlocs, this is already quite impressive."
Murlocs!?
Murloc mages?
As someone who had spent a long time at sea, dealing with murlocs, naga, and various sea creatures, Daelin knew that there was a branch of murloc sages among them. However, these laughable murloc sages were the worst spellcasters. Their Frostbolt spells could only freeze an area the size of a palm and barely an inch wide. Easily shattered, they were not lethal unless they hit a vital spot.
Daelin had never imagined that these murloc sages, who could only cast 1st-level spells, could be used this way.
Yes! They were weak.
But when they served as lighthouses, they became godlike allies!
Seeing through the telescope that the Horde transport ships covered by the light were indeed the target vessels covered with iron plates, Daelin excitedly shouted, "Open all gun ports! Fire! Fire!"
The well-prepared Kul Tiras fleet, within two minutes, unleashed a continuous roar.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom…"
The so-called volley was just all cannons firing in a very short interval from bow to stern. Firing simultaneously would result in a terrifying recoil that could destroy the entire deck and even the entire warship.
Even if the cannonballs didn't arrive at the same time, the momentum was terrifying.
The heavy iron rain cut through the dark sky, accompanied by the unique screech symbolizing the arrival of the grim reaper, fell upon the Horde's transport fleet.
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