The military power values ​​of the seven human kings are very different. Those who can fight seem to have human-shaped nuclear bombs like Anthonydas, and those who cannot fight such as Terenas or Aiden are simply blown down by the wind.

Overall, the martial spirit of Emperor Soladin was passed down. The martial arts value of Ryan and Solas Thorbain was above the level. After King Gene learned to transform, he was also quite powerful, only one-point weaker than Queen Cialis in later generations.

Of course, King Dailin was also quite fierce and entered the field of heroes. If it weren't for the incident of resentment of the father-selling incident that day, Dailin would not have been killed by Lexus and other tribal heroes.

Now that one-on-one, Dailin, who is still in his prime, is fighting with Samuro.

The tribe sent strong men to assault, and the warships of both sides were still pulling the distance at high speed. About a thousand meters, on the Duke of Farreville, when he saw the arc of light emitted by his hero when he slashed, the orcs responsible for monitoring the Duke couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Huh? I didn't expect that there are still strong people in humans!"

Orcs worship strong people. For orcs, strong people can gain their respect across races. A thousand meters away is a small point. This does not prevent him from knowing that Samuro did not take down the enemy's chief.

"There are much more powerful humans than you think." Duke Farreville said coldly.

"But not include you." The orc choked the duke fiercely.

"Hmph!" The Duke snorted coldly, and the orc sword saint behind him had already taken a step forward, revealing his threat.

"Now you can play the artillery battle you like."

The orc's arrogant and indifferent command almost made Farewell very angry: Damn, I won't give me a chance to grab the upper hand, now that your mindless commando is no longer working, I think of putting my boat on the top.

That kind of aggrievance and helplessness almost made Farewell crazy.

What else can Farreville do? Now he and his fleet are the meat slaughtered by the orcs on the chopping board.

He had to raise his hand and make a gesture of preparing for shelling.

"Target……"

"Orc's garbage warship." A cold voice snatched the Duke's line from the second half.

Without giving anyone time to react, a cold breath exploded on the ship's tower in an instant.

The biting cold air blew across everyone nearby's faces like lightning, but only the orcs responsible for guarding and the sword saint were frozen.

In less than a percent of a second, all the orcs near Duke Farreville turned into an ice sculpture. Each orc had a ferocious expression, his muscles, half of his blade pulled out... All the details were clearly visible. Unfortunately, they were just an ice sculpture that had lost their lives.

A figure in a blue and white robe suddenly appeared less than three meters in front of the Duke of Farreville.

"His Excellency Duke Marcus, I didn't expect that you, as the deputy commander of the league, took action himself..." the Duke murmured to himself.

Duke appeared gracefully, raised his hand, and a [Ice Cone Technique] that combines the characteristics of tornadoes, easily knocking the orc ice cubes out of the ship. Just before these large ice cubes fell into the sea, the continuous "crack" sounds stimulated the ear drums of every Blood Sail Pirate.

Just under their noses, the orc monitors who had threatened them for more than a month became gorgeous ice crystals and dissipated with the wind.

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Even Losa, who is the chief commander, can charge forward, so why can't I, the deputy chief commander, go to the front line?"

While chatting and laughing, the monitor was wiped out.

The one who killed the watcher on Jesse Farreville was Vanessa Van Cliff, the incompetent maid who returned from the short-term practice of Ravenhod Manor cut the orc into eighteen pieces with a lightning combo.

Not only her, but the assassins of the Storm King**Quest Seventh Division made lightning strikes almost without distinction, slaughtering the orcs on each Blood Sail Pirate Ship.

One by one, the Blood Sail Pirates hanged the banner of alliance. Until this time, even if the tribe reacted slowly, they knew that the Blood Sail Pirates had rebelled!

"I just said that humans are unreliable!" The orc captain roared angrily on the tribal battleship.

The unskilled orc laborers changed the direction of the huge sail, trying to catch up with the Blood Sail Pirate's warship in the wind.

For the Alliance's Navy Fleet, the Blood Sail Pirate Fleet is undoubtedly in a downwind direction.

But for the tribe's huge battleships, the Blood Sail Fleet is relatively in the upper hand.

The Blood Sail Pirates suddenly changed their course, which caused huge trouble to the tribal warships. From the original military force in number, it instantly turned into a besiege with a huge difference in strength.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The Blood Sail Fleet fired.

The huge hinge bomb flew towards the masts of tribal warships hundreds of meters away under the impact of gunpowder. The blood sail gunner, who was well-trained and had rich experience in naval combat, easily destroyed the masts and sails of most tribal warships in two or three rounds of artillery.

While the Blood Sail Fleet made the ship walk in the S-shaped shape on the sea, it tried its best to distance itself from the tribal warships to avoid being affected by the shelling of the Alliance Fleet.

After losing the mast and even the paddle was cut off by Duke's Naga with a trident, the huge warships of the tribe were like a pile of garbage floating on the sea, helplessly and desperately enduring the besiege of the Alliance fleet.

At this time, the Blood Sail Fleet first ceased fire.

Duke frowned slightly: "Why the ceasefire?"

"If you know the structure of the so-called warships of the tribe, you will know that shelling is meaningless to them," explained Duke Farreville.

"Um?"

"It's all those damn goblins!" When talking about the short and greedy green skin, Farreville's eyes showed a fierce look of resentment: "The warships of the tribe are all masterpieces of the killing goblins in the treasure bay."

Last night, Vanessa and Duke sneaked into Jesse's captain's room and learned that the Blood Sail Pirates were forced to join the tribe camp.

Just in the winter just passed, Orgrim sent a large tribe army to conquer the warmer climate of Stranglethorn Valley. The despicable goblins did not surrender when facing the tribe's army. Instead, they let the tribe pass the treasure bay in a way that Orgrim was very satisfied.

The first thing to do was to sell the blood sail pirates that were hostile to them. The tribe lacked a fleet and the goblins with bad water eagerly suggested that Orgrim swallow the blood sail pirates. It was the middle of winter, and almost all the blood sail pirates were in the blood sail fortress on land.

As a result, he was taken down by the invincible orc of Lu Zhan...

Of course, how could a hero like Orgrim simply use the goblin as a gun, so there was such a super battleship that Duke became a large garbage.

Except for the hull covered with iron sheets and symbolically equipped with 10 cannons, almost all other spaces are crazy "warships" with protective baffles!
Chapter completed!