Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Today the wind is high and the sea is strong, the sky is clear and the air is crisp. There is still sea water flowing along the hull of the Nagfar floating on the surface, and some unlucky fish and shrimps are jumping on the deck.

From Blake's perspective, on the sea thirty nautical miles away from the Nagfar, Gilneas's fleet had approached the main body of the undead fleet and began to encircle it. Calibrated bombardments created splashes of water on the sea.

(PS: This thirty nautical miles is the distance between the ghost ship and the battlefield, not the bombardment distance of the Gilnean ship. Complaints must be accurate, everyone.)

The ships of the Undead Fleet gathered together and looked extremely panicked. These stinky pirates seemed to be frightened.

In front of Gilneas's powerful fleet, they couldn't even form an effective formation, let alone engage in a large-scale artillery battle with the Gilneans.

In the absence of the fog of ocean pollution, the undead pirates' best attack tactics in the fog were completely unable to be used. They exposed all of their biggest weaknesses to the enemy.

No matter how you look at it, the immortal pirates have no chance of winning today.

If they were indeed decoys, their performance at this time was almost perfect.

I guess there's chaos over there now. It's great. I can also take the opportunity to eliminate some 'unstable' factors. I can have scoundrels and scum in my fleet, but I can't have cowards and cowards.

The stinky pirate Black said something that could be called crazy, and when he touched his finger to the Tide Stone again, he immediately noticed the new entry Energy Weakness on the stone.

The entry states that it needs to be recharged to use Howler Avatar again.

However, the entries for the Power of the Sea and the Power of the Sky are not affected.

This is probably due to the insufficient magic power provided by the Eye of Dalaran, which caused the Howler incarnation to extract part of the energy from the Tidestone when it was activated, causing the broken Titan artifact to enter a weak state.

The pirates don't know how to charge it yet, but they know it must be related to the Titan technology scattered all over the world of Azeroth.

Fortunately, dealing with the mere Gilneans does not require the appearance of a titan incarnation.

The cunning Gilneans have kept a reserve force, captain. Their number of warships cannot match the number of ships. They are missing nearly ten ships.

As a giant dragon, Sephiel has excellent eyesight. She climbed up to the main mast of the Nagfar as nimbly as a monkey, stood on the observation deck and looked over there, and then lowered her head and shouted at Black.

This news made the stinky pirate frown.

There was no such thing in the news sent back by Old Garni before. In other words, in the past two hours, the Gilneans temporarily adjusted the strategy of pressing forward with the army and deciding the outcome in one battle.

Did they notice something?

It doesn't matter.

The pirate curled his lips and said:

“We can summon five great tides, and the Llama and Volton are filled with explosives that can blow up the Royal City of Gilneas, which is enough to handle this naval battle.

It's useless even if they keep a reserve team.

It's just a matter of coming a few times.

Zalak, Kanrisad, prepare the fel ritual! Release the demons after the first round of bombing. I don't want to see the Gilnean artillery barrage affect our counterattack!

Creedon, the sea knights assemble! Get your ghost sailors ready to strike!

Seifer, prepare for ocean pollution, the Nagfar will enter a super-speed assault state, and we will join the battlefield in twenty minutes!

As you command!

A series of sharp responses echoed on the deck, and the new scumbags who joined the undead pirates were organized into the commando team, preparing for their first naval battle.

But they didn't understand the magic of the stinky pirates. They were staring at their captain, wondering how he was going to turn the tide of the battle ahead.

The bear warrior Tur Furyclaw, who only fights for justice, will perfectly fulfill his duties as a bodyguard. He will protect Black with Fenna Golden Sword, who is yawning, dispirited and suffering from a hangover and headache. beside.

As Blake activated the power of the Tide Stone, waves of salty sea breeze blew from all directions, roaring across the deck and knocking the trainee pirates who were caught off guard.

As they watched in amazement, clouds appeared on the originally cloudless sea, and the already bumpy sea began to roll up chaotic waves without any warning.

This scene seemed like the sky and the sea turned against each other at the same time, serving the stinky pirate under his will.

It was like an invisible hand reaching into the sea and stirring it vigorously, or like the irregular sound of a naughty child slapping his hands.

In less than two minutes, the dark clouds in the sky gathered into rotating black clouds that made people frown, and arcs of lightning flashed back and forth in the black clouds like snakes.

The sudden thunder and rolling water created a scene of an approaching storm around the Nagfar.

The position is wrong, Captain!

The giant magician who was leading a group of magician apprentices on the deck to arrange the summoning ceremony shouted at the top of his lungs:

How come this divine power is exerted on our side?

Shut up, you idiot!

The skinny boy Kanrisade with a gloomy face next to him scolded:

Didn't you see the captain fine-tuning the position? Do you think storms and ocean currents are so easy to control? That's a high-end technical job that only the captain can master!

Tsk tsk, this trip to prison is effective.

The giant magician stared at his brother in surprise and said:

The skill of flattering me is getting longer and longer. You are really an opponent that cannot be reassured.

Shut up.

The skinny boy blushed, scolded him fiercely, and started busy with the matter at hand.

But he's right.

Blake was indeed fine-tuning the positions of the great tides and lightning storms. There was no need to go to such trouble, but the Battle of Dalaran consumed Blake too much energy, and he is still recovering.

The unexpected loss of the inner demon Cassanatir did indeed reduce Blake's ability as a spellcaster.

Finally, he must perfectly choose the location of the vortex generated by the tide, so as not to involve his incompetent subordinates and their ships in his magic.

This is not a game after all, and there is no such thing as immunity to friendly damage.

Once Black's hand slips, the Gilneans will suffer heavy losses, but his useless subordinates will also be buried with Genn's fleet.

Boom

The first bolt of lightning fell a few minutes later. In the stormy sea, it accurately hit the mast of the battleship of Gilneas's first fleet. The violent lightning strike ignited the auxiliary mast, causing a ball of flame to burn in the darkening storm. Lights up in the center.

The dancing light of the fire made the pirate captain on the Alpaca in the center of the undead pirate fleet shine brightly.

Especially Eudora, the fox-man standing on the observation deck let out a piercing scream.

In the sudden violent storm, Eudora pushed up her pirate hat, waved a red flag, and shouted to the fox sailors on her deck:

Why are you running around! Clear the deck quickly and let the goblin carrier-based aircraft prepare to take off! You lazy maggots! If you delay the counterattack, I will kill you one by one without the Gilneans taking action!

Grayson!

Grayson, where did you die?

Go back to your ship and prepare to send the soldiers into a gang war! The captain is about to show off his power. If you fall off the chain, be careful of the lightning on your head and kill you.

Haha, the captain is angry.

The Gilneas bastards are in for trouble.

Wow

As if to confirm Eudora's shout, the moment the fox man finished speaking, a larger lightning strike fell from the sky, igniting several ships in an instant.

The wind suddenly rose and the ocean current became fierce.

Under Black's control, thirty nautical miles away, a strange tidal vortex appeared around the undead pirate fleet, as if there were monsters swimming fast in the sea. In just a few minutes, the turbulent sea currents were coordinated everywhere. Sweeping winds threw the Gilnean fleet into disarray.

The sailors and commanders on the battleships that were supposed to encircle them were in chaos. The unexpected situation in front of them was something they could not have expected no matter how many times they rehearsed and planned.

Dahai, who had cooperated with them before, abandoned them in this moment.

Those huge warships were lifted up by the chaotic sea water, almost thrown into the air, and then smashed into the water the next moment, throwing the unlucky ones on the deck into the raging sea with howls.

In such an attack, the biggest problem of the Gilnean fleet was also exposed.

Zeon was eager to expand the navy, so the number of veterans who had participated in the war could not keep up with the fleet expansion.

Although the recruits are well-trained, their abilities are obviously insufficient. They were fine in low-intensity conflicts in the past, but now they panic when they encounter a desperate situation.

The captain kept giving orders, but it was difficult for the recruits to even execute them perfectly.

The experienced captains have begun to break away from the encirclement formation and turn to sailing away from the big tide. After all, the scope of the big tide set off by Black using the Tide Stone is limited. As long as they can leave the center before the tide becomes more chaotic, they will still be saved.

But the problem is, there's no way the stinky pirates would give them that chance.

Boom

Under Blake's cold command, the lightning storm that was finally brewing roared down like stars falling, and dense arcs of lightning swept across a ship.

Hitting the unlucky ones, they were paralyzed and fell down with howls.

The lightning storm covers a huge area, causing the power to be too dispersed. It is difficult for every lightning strike to be fatal, but what Black wants is not the killing effect.

The purpose of evil-minded pirates is to cause chaos.

This goal was quickly achieved.

After the second round of lightning combined with the increasingly violent hurricane waves swept across the Gilnean fleet, more than one-third of the warships temporarily lost the ability to command operations.

It can only rise and fall along the tide, like a helpless drowning person. There were also a few unlucky boats that had their gunpowder detonated by lightning and started to burn.

Well, it seems that stacking gunpowder on the deck is really not a good option.

I hope these unlucky people will pay more attention in their next lives.

But what was more terrifying than the ships being attacked and incapacitated was that after several rounds of lightning storms, the air power of the Gilneas fleet and the nearly a hundred gryphon knights had been wiped out.

The griffons and their knights, paralyzed by lightning, were unable to take to the air to reconnoiter the battle.

That's pretty much it.

Blake looked at his work with satisfaction.

When his fingers left the Tide Stone, it was like turning off the weather making machine. The storm that was approaching just now, roaring with destruction, quickly became quiet within a few minutes.

The wind has stopped blowing, the waves have calmed down, and the clouds above have completely dissipated. Under the clear sky and bright sunshine as before, the pirates who fought back with all their strength and howled are coming!

The carrier-based aircraft formation is dispatched!

Under the harsh shouts of the undead fleet air commander, goblin engineering master, and rocket expert Fuslag, a group of goblin rotorcraft that were fully fueled and loaded with large aerial bombs emitted black smoke and clicked. Taking off with a clatter.

The goblin who likes the art of explosion wears flight goggles and a bearskin-style leather helmet, carries a goblin musket in his waist, and bravely steps onto his beloved bombing rotorcraft.

As one of the first pilots to join the Immortal Fleet and a representative figure in fleet engineering, this goblin carefully painted his rotorcraft.

The front cover of the aircraft is painted with black shark teeth, and there are several stars decorated on the tail of the aircraft, representing the several battles he participated in following Blake.

I will use today's battle to prove that goblin engineering is the best in the world! The explosion of gunpowder is the real art of war! Gnome engineering is only worthy of eating X!

The goblin, who was too deeply influenced by the pirate culture, excitedly shouted obscenities and signaled to the fox machine gunner behind him, asking him to prepare to shoot downwards.

A few seconds later, this larger aircraft, equipped with a tail steam machine gun, took off staggeringly from the deck of the Alpaca. The fox man ground crew in front waved two flags to guide it in the direction.

The goblin lunatic attached four large aerial bombs to his aircraft, which was close to the aircraft's carrying limit. Just driving over and bombing them was simply an act of death.

But the problem is that the opponent's air power has been eliminated, and the undead pirates have control of the air in this naval battle!

ha!

The Gilneans still have a numerical advantage and a firepower advantage. Their main force is almost unscathed except for being frightened, but

When nearly sixty goblin bombers from the Undead Fleet came over their heads in a mighty manner, they and their broken ship were already doomed.

bomb!

Fuslag controlled the rickety bomber to hover above a lowered battleship. The goblin took a sip of wine in his mouth, clenched his fist, and hit the red button of the joystick.

Amidst his cheers, a black aerial bomb with the undead pirate emblem painted crookedly like children's graffiti detached from the gyrocopter's weapons rack with a click.

With the gift from Blake, and with a scream that made the scalps of the Gilneans numb, it swished down to the deck of the battleship below, which had lost its commander and was completely unable to mount an effective defense.

Some veterans were manning the deck guns, but the goblins scorned them.

The upward angle of the old-fashioned naval guns equipped by the Gilneans is limited. Unless they cooperate with the gryphon knights and attack with barrages, they will not be able to harm the flexible rotorcraft traveling at high altitudes.

Apart from being beaten passively, they can only pray for the protection of the Holy Light.

But can the Holy Light save them?

boom

The sudden bursts of fire on the sea answered this question and proved the cruel reality.

At least today, in this sea, the Holy Light cannot save them!