The Endless Sea, about a dozen nautical miles north of the Great Whirlpool, where the thunderstorm, and the thunder are like dark night, generally speaking, there is definitely no ship under the sea that dares to move here at this time. Because the ruthless wind and waves are enough to smash or overturn any poor performance ship or inadequate sailor! Even undersea creatures like Naga or Fishman will dive deep into the sea, away from the violent sea surface and the chaotic currents, even the lowest-level sea fish, the instinct of the creatures to seek profit and avoid harm will drive them away from here.

However, here, in this yellow dangerous area of ​​vortex currents indicated on the Kultilas Navy chart, there is a large group of Kultilas' Seventh Fleet Navy, chasing the tribal fleet that flees desperately in the front in the storm!

This place is about a sunken place from the dangerous vortex, at most only a dozen nautical miles, and it is an extremely dangerous area!

If it were normal, if the wind was insufficient or the course was wrong, any ship would have always had a dead end if it accidentally entered here! But today, whether it was the Kurtilas Navy on the attacking side or the large tribal fleet on the escaped side, they did not care about the danger here at all, and continued to sprint southeastward, sprinting wildly on the sea at an incredible speed with the powerful vortex currents turning clockwise and the violent ten-level north wind.

Under the storm rituals of the orc shamans for many days, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and the thunder that exploded was deafening. While the heavy rain of beans was pouring down, thick blue and white lightning flashes also fell from above from time to time, and directly exploded onto the dark and dark sea surfaces.

The huge waves that were almost as high as the bow of the ship rushed down one after another towards the bow or the stern of the ship, causing countless cubic cubes of salty sea water to pour into the deck and the cabin below! At this time, both humans and orcs arranged for countless sailors and soldiers to hang the sea water pouring into the inner bottom of the ship to the higher deck with wooden barrels, and then constantly discharged them from the windows of the ship!

Both of them had to do this, because when the wind and waves were high, it was not a joke to rush into the cabin! Just now, several orc ships had already sunk due to the infusion and drainage of sea water.

At this time, the sails and cables on both sides had been tied to death, and no one dared to run to the deck easily without protection! Because, if you really want to do that, the ruthless huge waves will instantly swallow anyone and pull directly into the deep sea...

Compared with the low drainage efficiency of the orcs, the Seventh Fleet of the Kurtiras Navy is much more professional! In addition to the necessary labor and buckets for drainage, each ship has two human drainage trucks on the left and right. As long as people keep stepping on the drainage device like water and keep turning, they can discharge seawater directly outside the cabin through the pipes!

At this time, in addition to rushing forward with the wind and along the ocean current, countless ships on both sides also swung violently from time to time!

This bad situation has long been used to the Kultilas who are used to the wind and waves and the entire fleet is still the navy! At most, it is just that it can make them move more slowly and need to be more careful when moving in the cabin.

However, this is very fatal for most tribal warriors who are landlaughter!

"Chief! Our losses are really serious! I just looked at the stern of the boat, and the ships that are still following us may be less than half as they were when they set off!"

In the front of the orcs, on the ship of the Great Chief Thrall, King Sarufar staggered with his high-level governor's beheading axe, and staggered with the thick wooden ship along the railing, and struggled to touch the bow of the ship, still standing firmly on the deck, facing the wind, rain, thunder and lightning and waves, and kept casting the shamanic spell next to Thrall, and then began to report loudly.

During this period of time when the enemy and the enemy chased each other and fled, this side of their tribe suffered extremely heavy losses!

Anyway, as King Sarufar himself just estimated, they had lost more than half of the ships! Half of these ships may have been destroyed by the Seventh Fleet and sunk or injured by the ruthless vortex; some may have been lost and crashed into the vortex; others may have simply been swept over by a big wave, and there was no trace in an instant...

"Sarufal...we have no choice now, we can only move forward!"

Thra, who kept guiding the strong wind to blow his sails and directed the sea water to drag the ships near him to advance quickly, could only give Sarufal a calm face and barely give this answer.

Their tribal fleet has lost more than half of it, so of course he knew! As the chief of the Great Chief, Thrall thought it was his wrong decision that led to the attack by the enemy. However, he was more heartbroken than anyone else, angry than anyone else, and even more blamed himself!

but……

This is just as he said, they really have no other choice now, so they can only continue to bite the bullet and continue to rush forward, and life and death will all depend on the next game! Otherwise, even if they were not swallowed by the sea, they would be sank into the sea by the Kurtilas navy behind them.

"But, it's really dangerous ahead... it's a big vortex. Can we really rush over?"

As the navigation ship in the front, Sarufar rushed to the railing of the bow, and then ignored the huge waves that hit him from time to time, allowing them to rush hard on his body and face. At the same time, he allowed the bitter and salty sea water to pour into his throat from his open fangs and mouth. He stared at the distance of their ships sailing.

Right in front of it, it was a huge, almost invisible pit, just like the Mogore Plain wrapped in mountains next to the barren land... However, Sarufar knew that it was not a plain or a large valley, but a huge super vortex larger than the entire Durotal!

Once they are scraped in, then no one of them wants to live!

"We can definitely do it, the ancestor's soul will definitely protect us!"

"Now, the shamans are working hard with me... As long as the ones behind them don't fall behind, we can definitely rush over, definitely..."

The great chief Thrall, who had been poured through the sea, kept cooperating with the shamans in the cabin to guide the power of the storm and the sea, intending to fight all his strength to seek a difficult life for the remaining warriors in the tribe fleet!

And this is the self-salvation that Thrall made for the mistakes he made...

"Sarufal, my brother..."

"The diagnosis here is very dangerous. I won't care about you later... You'd better hide in the cabin as soon as possible!"

Holding the hammer of destruction, continuing to guide the shaman's power, striving to communicate with the elements of the storm and the sea. When Sar found that King Sarufal was still carrying the battle axe like that, holding the railings on the bow with both hands firmly and unwilling to leave, he couldn't help but speak out and persuade him a little.

Now on the bow deck, there will be nothing but thunder, storms, heavy rain and huge waves, and it is really too dangerous! So, at this time, running into the cabin will be the best choice.

"No, Sar..."

"If we all die today, then I will also stand here, stand at the bow of the boat, and open my eyes to see how I died! Instead of running into the cabin like a coward, trembling and waiting for the judgment of fate! I will never!!"

"We orcs, never give up!"

"Those demons of the Burning Legion did not defeat us... nor did humans enslave us... Now, this kind of storm cannot make us surrender..."

Boom!!!

As soon as Sarufar finished his words, a flash of lightning passed, the huge waves pounced at the bow of their ship, forcing him to close his mouth quickly, and grabbed the thick and strong crossbar tightly, firmly fixing his body to the bow of the ship, so that the waves could not sweep him away.

If he was swept into the sea by the wind and waves just after saying that kind of bold words, he would die with peace of mind!

“…”

However, his mouth just now grew a little big and accidentally got filled with sea water. Therefore, for the sake of his own body and to be able to hold on for a while at the bow, King Sarufal felt that it would be better to keep his mouth shut.

"Sorry...my brother..."

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"Good guy! I'll chase another one!"

At this time, another tribe sailboat was dropped due to the unprofessional operation of the amateur sailors. Then, they fell to a place where the Admiral's right muzzle was reachable.

"Fire the fire! Fire it now! Good opportunity, hurry up, pull the tarps off, ignite the fire in turn, and sank it hard for me!!"

"All gunners are warned: only fire shots are allowed in sequence, and volleys are strictly prohibited! We may only have one chance to fire shots, aim and then fire!"

On the second and third decks of the Right Hyun window, when the gunsmith officers saw the tribal ship swaying to their Right Hyun outside, they seemed extremely excited, and they opened the tarp in their muzzles one by one. After aiming, they directly extended the magic torch that would not be extinguished to the medicine door of the naval gun.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The cannon sound began to sound one after another, and the shells suddenly cut through the rolling waves and attacked the enemy ships.

However, in this rainstorm and thundery weather, the sound of the cannon was quickly covered by the roar of thunder... Except for the warships that fired the cannon and the ships that were beaten, no one would pay attention to this sound. Most of them were still fighting the strong wind and the huge waves.

Soon, amid the excited cheers of a group of Kurtiras sailors, on the other side's rough ship, when more than 30 shells were bombarded, although only three to five shells were lucky enough to hit the other side, while holes were smashed in front of the other side's hull, there was also a mast that was lucky enough to discount.

"here you go!"

"Continue to load the bullets, be careful of waterproofing, don't worry about it anymore, they are dead!"

If they were somewhere else, they might stop and finish the fight until the opponent sank!

But now, in the Great Vortex in the storm area, when they saw the other person's ships being brought to the south by waves and ocean currents of the Great Vortex, they knew that the unlucky tribal beasts must be helpless!

"Quick! Open your eyes wide and see who else has fallen within our range!"

After sinking and reaping the record of an enemy ship, the artillery officer of Kurtiras used a knife to mark a mark on the wooden board beside him, and smiled and directed and shouted at the busy artillerymen.

There were already three fresh marks on the wooden board of the hull beside him, proving that they had destroyed or injured three enemy ships! And here, injury is equivalent to destroying, and there is no reason to be lucky!

"Be careful, show me carefully, see the magic lights on the bow and stern of the boat, and then look at the sails, so don't hit your own people!"

Now in the storm area, the sky is a little dark due to the sky and heavy rain. However, the Kultilas naturally have a set of identification measures to navigate in the dark, heavy rain or thick fog and distinguish friendly forces, which is much better than the messy tribal beasts ahead! After all, the Kultilas have sailed on this ocean for countless generations, and the accumulated experience is beyond the ordinary people.

"Wait...what do those ships in front of you want to do? No! They are about to hit, avoid it!!!"

Just when the sailors on this ship were so happy that they were rushing forward, they were shocked to find that several tribal ships that were rushing forward quickly turned their rudders and drew a large semicircle on the crazy sea surface. Then, while there was still some power, they hit the powerful sea breeze and waves, hitting the ships that were chasing their orcs, which were the tightest orcs!

On the deck of the orcs, you can vaguely see some crazy bloodthirsty tribe soldiers holding sharp blades, such as pig heads, bull head monsters or green skins...

Although most of their ships that suddenly turned suddenly lost their speed due to sharp turn, under the influence of violent north winds and waves and currents, and were taken to the direction of the large vortex south by the vortex, two ships still hit a warship in the Seventh Fleet that was too tight to chase them!

"Kill!!"

"Prepare for the fight!"

"ah……"

When they collided, in addition to the faint sound of fighting and weapon collision, the three ships that were entangled and lost their speed were quickly taken to the south by the ruthless storm and vortex. After a while, they disappeared completely.

“…”

"Old General! We can't continue like this anymore. The area ahead is very dangerous. If we don't leave, we may not be able to leave!!"

"Retreat quickly, Your Excellency General! Ours is a big ship. Listen to the strange noises of the keels and wooden boards on our ship now... We are not as stupid as the orcs. In this weather and sea conditions, the performance of their broken ships is more powerful than that of our exquisite warships!!"

"Please retreat, Lord General... It's enough now. The wild beasts of those tribes, their destiny, will be left to the ruthless sea to judge!"

As the forefront navigation and flagship for issuing orders, the people on the Admiral also saw the depression of the vortex in the distance and the naval warship that had just been hit by several orc tribe ships who wanted to die together. Therefore, at this time, the first mate who had been staying next to Dailin finally couldn't help but persuade General Dailin who was driving the wind and rain personally.

Now this area is on the edge of the red and yellow dangerous areas, and they are navigation ships, and by accident, they can bring the entire fleet behind them into the ditch! At that time, it will really make a big joke!

“…”

"Well, you're right... Then let's go now..."

Looking at the thirty or fifty remaining ships of the tribes that might be chased for a while, Dalyn Proudmore, the admiral, thought about it carefully, and finally, Sushi quickly defeated the hatred, then turned his rudder hard, changing from the original southeast direction to the southward direction that was leveraging the crosswind.

"Go, you hang the magic navigation lights for evacuating the battle on the stern and masts, let the ships behind you follow closely, and we will start evacuating now..."

Although they did not completely wipe out the orc fleet, the other side must have been wiped out by them during the three hours of the pursuit. It is still unknown whether the remaining ones can successfully escape from the vortex. Therefore, Dai Lin felt that they had achieved brilliant victories and it was time to retreat.

If it was elsewhere, just go on with one order. However, now in the dangerous vortex of the Endless Sea, after the explosion and sinking of the Eternal Well, the magnetic field here became abnormally chaotic, and those pointing needles, whether they are guides or guides, are no longer useful.

Therefore, in this stormy weather, we can only rely on these experienced old captains to barely judge the direction according to the direction of the water flow, and we must be vigilant at all times! Otherwise, in the vast sea, the rolling waves will cause you to drive the ship to a place you shouldn't go, and then, it will be doomed!

"Abide by the order! Your Excellency General!"

Finally, with Dailin's order, magic navigation lights of special colors began to hang onto the stern and mast of the Admiral. In this stormy storm area, they looked extremely dazzling! Then, the naval battleships of Kurtiras continued to fight the wind and waves, while silently following behind the flagship in front, and began their triumphant sail after victory.

In this battle, they won countless deaths, at least half of the orc fleets were directly or indirectly destroyed by them, and at least tens of thousands of tribal soldiers were buried in the ruthless sea by them...

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Chapter completed!