"Fire! They don't know how to fight at sea! Let Admiral Dai Lin teach you!"

"Whether it's 300 ships or 3,000 ships! Send all these greenskins into the sea!"

The admiral's order was transmitted to other ships through semaphores, and five minutes later, the first wave of ultra-long-range artillery attacks began.

"Boom boom boom boom"

In just an instant, the tranquility of the sea under the setting sun was completely shattered by the roaring gunfire. The red-hot shells flew out from the barrel of the gun that was raised to a very high angle, as if they were flying across the sky.

Like a giant eating eagle, it flapped its flaming wings and rushed into the sky, drawing a gorgeous arc. Then with a death-like scream, it fell from the sky and slammed into the sea in front of the orc fleet.

Unlike the orcs who do not have a full-time navy at all, the Kingdom of Kul Tiras has ruled the waters of the Eastern Continent since its founding. When it comes to commanding naval battles, ten Orgrim tied together are no match for Dai Lin.

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"boom"

Among the barrage-like volleys of artillery shells, a dozen or so shells hit the target. Solid shells fell from the sky and hit the orc troop carriers. These crudely built ships could only barely guarantee navigation without water intrusion. For such destruction,

There is absolutely no defense against sexual attacks.

"boom"

A troop transport ship was almost broken in the middle, and hundreds of orc soldiers fell into the water while screaming. In this situation, they were dead...

Tyrion was riding his death horse with an expressionless face. Among the wreckage of the ship at his hand was a cannonball that was frozen and failed to explode. The wails of death were filled around him. He and his followers continued to fight.

A way to stand out from the crowd, standing on the undulating sea.

He is becoming more and more skilled in the use of death energy. He freezes the seawater under his feet into ice to ensure that he does not fall into the water. This is almost the most basic operation.

"Save me! Save me!"

An orc clutched the leg bone of Tyrion's death horse, trying to ensure that he would not drown in this way, but the death knight didn't even look at him and steered the horse towards another ship.

In the past, the orc holding the horse's bone leg was quickly frozen into ice by the cold death energy, and then silently fell into the sea.

The first wave of attacks produced such results, which made Dai Lin very happy, and he shook his fist downwards hard.

"Shell bombardment! Continue the bombardment and knock all the cannonballs on the greenskin's head!"

The great knight Cyrus, who was watching all this, excitedly said to the admiral:

"Look! Their formation is in chaos, and they don't know how to fight a naval battle at all! We can definitely send all the tribal bastards to hell here! You can definitely end this war on the sea!"

"It's not that simple, Cyrus!"

Dai Lin shook his head. He looked at the chaotic tribal fleet in the distance and said in a deep voice:
Chapter completed!