Chapter 303: The Battle of Baradin Bay

The strength of the seven human kings varied greatly. Among them, there were formidable ones like Antonidas, who was like a human-shaped nuclear weapon, and weak ones like Terenas or Aiden, who could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Overall, the martial spirit of Emperor Sauradin was passed down. Both King Llane and King Soloras Thaurissan were above average in terms of strength. After learning to shapeshift, King Genn Greymane's power was off the charts, only slightly weaker than Queen Sylvanas in later generations.

Of course, King Llane Wrynn was also fierce, stepping into the realm of heroes. If it weren't for the infuriating betrayal, Llane wouldn't have been slain by Thrall and other Horde heroes.

Now, in a one-on-one battle, the still-vigorous Llane was entangled in a fight with Samuro.

As the Horde sent their powerful fighters to attack, both sides' warships continued to close the distance at high speed. About a kilometer away, on Duke Fairweather's ship, the orc who was responsible for monitoring the duke couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the light arcs emitted by his own heroes' slashes.

"Huh? Didn't expect the humans to have strong fighters as well!"

Orcs admired the strong, and to them, a strong individual could earn their respect regardless of race. A kilometer away, a person was just a tiny dot. Yet, this didn't prevent him from knowing that Samuro hadn't taken down the enemy chieftain.

"There are far more strong humans than you think," Duke Fairweather said coldly.

"But not including you," the orc retorted harshly.

"Hmph!" The duke snorted, and the orc Blademaster behind him took a step forward, clearly threatening.

"Now, you can play your favorite bombardment game."

The orc's arrogant and indifferent command nearly made Fairweather choke with anger: Damn it, they didn't let me seize the advantageous position, and now that their senseless assault team is failing, they want my ship to take the lead.

The frustration and helplessness nearly drove Fairweather mad.

What else could Fairweather do? Now, he and his fleet were like meat on a chopping board, ready for the orcs to butcher at will.

He had no choice but to raise his hand and make a gesture for the bombardment to begin.

"Target..."

"The orc's garbage warship," a cold voice interrupted the duke's words.

Without giving anyone time to react, a chilling aura erupted on the ship in an instant.

The bone-piercing cold brushed past everyone's faces like lightning, but it only froze the orc guards and the Blademaster.

In less than a fraction of a second, all the orcs around Duke Fairweather turned into ice sculptures. Every grimacing expression, tense muscle, and half-drawn blade were clearly visible. Unfortunately, they were nothing but lifeless ice sculptures.

A figure in blue and white robes appeared suddenly, less than three meters in front of Duke Fairweather.

"Duke Marcus, I didn't expect it to be you, the Alliance's Vice Commander, who personally took action..." the duke muttered.

Duke Marcus appeared gracefully, flicking his wrist and casting a Frost Nova spell imbued with tornado characteristics, easily sending the frozen orcs flying overboard. Just before the large ice chunks fell into the sea, a series of cracking sounds stimulated the eardrums of every Bloodsail Buccaneer.

Right under their eyes, the orc overseers, who had been intimidating them for over a month, turned into gorgeous ice crystal fragments and scattered with the wind.

"With great power comes great responsibility. If even Lothar, the Supreme Commander, can charge into battle, why shouldn't I, as the Vice Commander, join the front lines?" Duke Marcus said with a smile.

In a moment of laughter, the overseers were reduced to ashes.

...

It was Vanessa VanCleef who took out the overseer aboard Jesse Fairwind's ship. This incompetent handmaiden, who had just returned from a short training session at Ravenholdt Manor, struck the orc down with a lightning-fast series of blows, slicing him into eighteen pieces.

Not just her, but the assassins of Stormwind struck almost simultaneously, swiftly and cleanly dispatching the orc overseers on every Bloodsail Buccaneer ship.

One by one, the Bloodsail ships raised the flag of the Alliance, and at this point, even the slowest of Horde reactions understood that the Bloodsail Buccaneers had turned against them.

"I knew we couldn't trust humans!" roared the orc captain on the Horde warship.

The inexperienced orc laborers struggled to change the direction of the massive sails, attempting to catch up to the Bloodsail ships against the wind.

For the Alliance navy, the Bloodsail fleet was undoubtedly downwind.

But for the Horde's colossal warships, the Bloodsail fleet was relatively upwind.

The sudden change in the Bloodsail's tactics brought immense trouble to the Horde warships. What was once an advantage in numbers quickly turned into a one-sided beating based on strength.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The Bloodsail fleet opened fire.

Under the force of the gunpowder, huge chain shots flew towards the masts of the Horde warships hundreds of meters away. Well-trained and experienced Bloodsail gunners easily destroyed most of the Horde's masts and sails within two or three rounds of cannon fire.

The Bloodsail fleet maneuvered their ships in an S-shape on the sea while trying to increase the distance from the Horde warships, avoiding being affected by the Alliance fleet's barrage.

After losing their masts and having their oars broken by Duke's Naga and their tridents, the Horde's massive warships were reduced to helpless, floating debris on the sea, desperately enduring the beating from the Alliance fleet.

At this point, it was the Bloodsail fleet that stopped firing first.

Duke furrowed his brows slightly, "Why stop firing?"

"If you knew the construction of the Horde's so-called warships, you'd understand that firing at them is pointless," Duke Fairwind explained.

"Oh?"

"It's those damned goblins!" The mention of the short and greedy green-skinned creatures brought a hateful glare to Fairwind's eyes. "The Horde's warships are all masterpieces of those wretched goblins in Booty Bay."

Last night, Vanessa and Duke had sneaked into Jesse's captain's cabin and learned that the Bloodsail Buccaneers had been forced to join the Horde.

Just last winter, Orgrim had sent the Horde army south to conquer the warmer climate of Stranglethorn Vale. The cunning goblins, instead of surrendering to the Horde's army, had come up with a way to satisfy Orgrim, sparing Booty Bay.

The first thing they did was sell out their enemy, the Bloodsail Buccaneers. The Horde lacked a fleet, and the scheming goblins eagerly suggested to Orgrim that he take over the Bloodsail Buccaneers. At that time, it was the dead of winter, and almost all of the Bloodsail Buccaneers were in their land-based Bloodsail Stronghold.

As a result, the land-based invincible orcs wiped them out in one fell swoop...

Of course, a cunning strategist like Orgrim would not simply let the goblins be the fall guys, and so these colossal warships, referred to by Duke as oversized garbage, were born.

Aside from covering the hull with iron plates and symbolically mounting ten large cannons, nearly all the space on these insane 'warships' was filled with protective barriers and baffles! These monstrous 'warships' were designed with a mad disregard for anything but defense.