With Lordaeron in place, Onyxia didn't worry that Arthas would run away. She was also a mage in her human form, and the black dragon's attributes had a strong control over fire, so it wasn't really nonsense to let her be a magician.
In the southern waters of Hillsbrad Foothills, the Kul Tiras fleet was waiting for the Horde fleet. After the Horde occupied the southern lands, they failed to attack the dwarven Ironforge and the injected Omorigan, and only sent the Bleeding Hollow clan to monitor, while most of them took ships to Lordaeron.
Only by defeating the human alliance can the orcs take root in this land.
The terrain of the eastern continent is clearly divided into two parts, the upper and lower parts, connected by a Saldo Bridge.
As long as the Alliance sends troops to guard this natural barrier, the orcs will die.
If they want to cross the bridge that is nearly 100 meters long, they cannot use heavy weapons.
Once the bridge is blown up, the orcs will lose their way to attack.
Before the bridge, the orcs must cross a large swamp called the Wetlands, where even adventurers are reluctant to approach.
If they are not careful, they will be swallowed by the quagmire inside and die without knowing how.
Coupled with the temperature and poisonous insects, if the Alliance soldiers ambush here, the orcs will definitely suffer heavy casualties.
In this case, attacking by boat was the best option.
The orc chieftain Orgrim made friends with the forest trolls, and in exchange for rescuing their leader from prison, the trolls joined the tribe and brought some shipbuilding technology.
Together with the greediest goblin merchants in Azeroth, a fleet that could sail was quickly formed.
There were basically no artillery on it, only large crossbows, and it was not qualified for naval warfare at all.
These were enough for Orgrim, he just needed some troop transport ships.
As the flag of the tribe appeared on the sea, Admiral Daelin, who had been waiting for a long time, picked up the shiny long sword and waved it in the air, "Pass the order down, fight against the orc fleet. Put them in and sink them all into the sea!"
Thirty warships lined up in a row, facing the orc ships coming with the wind, and when they came into range.
The artillerymen ignited the rifling, and the black powder explosion pushed the shells out fiercely. Fifteen guns fired at the same time, thirty warships, and the roar of four hundred and fifty guns even stopped the waves of the ocean.
Boom! Shells landed near the orc warship, and more than 350 of the more than 400 shells hit the orc warship. One shot penetrated the deck of the orc warship, and even the flag was broken, and the morale immediately dropped to a lower level.
"Raise your shield, speed up, and charge forward!"
The orc captain was still roaring and giving orders when the Alliance Navy's second round of volleys began.
Orgrim was also on the warship. He looked at the troop transports that were constantly being sunk with an extremely grim expression. "Let the red dragons behind us destroy those fleets!"
"As you wish, Great Chief." The speaker was an orc from the Dragonmaw Clan. They used the Demon Soul to defeat the Red Dragon Queen who came to investigate, imprisoned her in a castle, and enslaved her to send red dragons to help in the battle.
The three adult red dragons in the back took off reluctantly. Even though they were unwilling to obey the orcs' orders, the life of the Red Dragon Queen was in their hands, so they had to obey.
Moreover, humans are nothing more than ants in their eyes. Killing them is no big deal. Between the queen and humans, the lives of her own kind are obviously more important.
As soon as the red dragons on the tribe took off, the Alliance Navy received the news, "Report to the Admiral, a red dragon took off." Dai Lin saw three adult dragons through the telescope. Such dragons are basically nuclear weapons for humans. It takes hundreds of mages and careful arrangements to kill them, and the result is also heavy casualties. So he immediately issued an order, "Retreat, drop the mines!"
With Arthas's reminder, Daelin didn't want to fight. As a veteran, he knew too well the destructive power of the dragon, and he retreated without even thinking of fighting. This was also the role of Arthas's identity. Otherwise, if someone else said it, he would probably sneer at it. If he really got caught, he would have to make trouble for the other party. If he could accurately predict without an identity, it would be a slap in the face, and he would not have a good result!
The Kul Tiras navy did not even fight the dragons, but retreated directly. The three dragons were stunned for a moment. Since they did not have to fight, they were happy to chase after them, as long as they could drive the humans away. Although they were not afraid of making enemies, they did not make enemies for their enemies. That was purely disgusting.
Orgrim didn't react. This is the Alliance army? Just like that? They just fired a few shots and left? They treated him like a bitch? They come and go as they please? "Chase them and kill them!"
"Orcs will never be slaves!"
The orcs who drank the demon's blood roared in anger. The blood stimulated their violent personalities and they all chased after him like male dogs in heat.
But after a while, there was a huge explosion. Boom! A troop transport seemed to have hit something, and a big hole was blown in the cabin.
Seawater poured into the cabin, causing the weight to continue to increase, and as a result, the entire ship slowly sank into the sea.
The fear of waiting for death was so great that even the most violent orcs could not help but feel terrified. They screamed and called for their companions to rescue them. They could die on the battlefield, but they could never accept such a humiliating death.
There are even carnivorous marine creatures wandering in the sea, and even fish people are coming to get a piece of the pie.
Once they catch an orc that falls into the water, they will start to bite him. In the eyes of the fishmen, except for their own kind, basically everyone else is edible "food"!
"What's going on!" Orgrim roared angrily, he felt that he had fallen into a trap!
"Mines! There are mines in the water!" Adjutant Eitrigg reported the situation. Orgrim suddenly thought of the dwarves he had met before, who had buried a large number of mines in the snow, causing the orcs to be blown away when they attacked Omoregan!
"Damn dwarf!"
Obviously, he put the blame on the dwarf. If the master craftsman Mekkatorque knew, he would definitely spit out blood. Is this considered as sitting at home and the pot comes from the sky? But even if he knew, he would not care. After all, they are all enemies. It is a very pleasant thing to make the enemy lose face!