Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 636 189. Dead pilots apply for battle!

  The wind is high and the waves are rough today, and the weather is clear and sunny. There is sea water flowing along the hull around the Nagfar, which is floating on the surface, and some unlucky fish and shrimp are jumping on the deck.

  From Blake's point of view, on the sea thirty nautical miles away from the Nagfar, Gilneas' fleet has approached the main body of the undead fleet, and has begun to encircle it, and the calibrated artillery bombardment has made splashes on the sea.

   (PS: This 30 nautical miles is the distance from the ghost ship to the battlefield, not the distance of the Gilneas ship’s shelling. It should be accurate, everyone.)

   The ships of the undead fleet gathered together and looked panicked, and these stinky pirates seemed to be frightened.

   In front of the powerful fleet of Gilneas, they could not even set up an effective formation, let alone carry out a large-scale artillery battle with the Gilneas.

  In the absence of the cover of the ocean pollution fog, the undead pirates' best tactic in the fog can't be used at all, and they have exposed their biggest weaknesses to the eyes of the enemy.

  However, the undead pirates have no chance of winning today.

  If they really were the bait, they were almost perfect at this point.

   "I guess there's chaos over there now. It's good to take the opportunity to remove some of the 'unsettled' factors. I can have rogues and scum in my fleet, but not cowards and cowards."

  Smelly pirate Blake said something that could be said to be maddening, and when he touched his finger on the Tide Stone again, he immediately noticed the newly added "Energy Weakness" entry on the stone.

The    entry hints that it needs to be recharged to use "Growler 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 lack of magic power provided by the Eye of Dalaran, which caused the avatar of the Howler to extract some of the energy from the Tide Stone when it was activated, so that the broken Titan artifact entered a weak state.

  The pirates don't yet know how to charge it, but if you think about it, it must be related to the titan technology all over the world of Azeroth.

   Fortunately, to deal with the mere Gilneas, you don't need a Titan incarnation.

   "The cunning Gilneas have kept the reserve, Captain, they don't have the right number of ships, nearly ten ships are missing."

  As a giant dragon, Sefir has excellent eyesight. She will climb the main mast of the Nagfar like a monkey, stand on the observation deck, look over there, and bow her head and shout to Black.

   This news made the smelly pirate frown.

   There was no such thing in the news sent by Old Garni before. That is to say, in the past two hours, the Gilneas people temporarily adjusted the strategy of overwhelming the army and deciding whether to win or lose in the first battle.

   Did they notice something?

"It's ok."

  The pirate pouted and said:

   "We can summon five great tides, and the Alpaca and Wharton are full of explosives that can blow up the King City of Gilneas, enough for this naval battle.

   Even if they stay in the reserve team, it is useless.

   It’s just a matter of coming back a few times.

  Zalak, Kanrisad, get ready for 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, Sea Knights Assemble! Get your Ghost Sailors ready for an assault!

  Sefir, prepare for marine pollution, the Nagfar will enter a state of overspeed assault, twenty minutes later, we will join the battlefield! "

   "Follow orders!"

   A series of high-pitched answers echoed on the deck, and the scumbags who had joined the undead pirates were enlisted in commandos to prepare for their first naval battle.

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

And the bear warrior Tur Ragepaw, who only fights for justice, will perfectly perform his role as a bodyguard. He will be on the left and right of Fenna Jinjian, who is yawning, sluggish and in a state of hangover and headache. beside.

  As Black activated the mighty power of the Tide Stone, a sea breeze with a stench and salty smell blew from all directions, roaring across the deck, blowing the unprepared trainee pirates to and fro.

   Under their astonished gazes, over the originally cloudless sea frontier, there were bursts of overcast clouds, and the already bumpy sea surface began to roll up chaotic waves without any warning.

   This scene is as if the sky and the sea turned their faces at the same time, serving it under the will of the stinky pirates.

   It is like an invisible hand reaching into the sea and stirring violently, and it is like the irregular sound of a bear child slapping his hands.

   In less than two minutes, the dark clouds in the sky converged into a black cloud that made people frown, and there were arcs of lightning that shuttled back and forth in the black clouds like snakes.

  Raging thunder and tumbling waters created a storm around the Nagfar.

   "The location is wrong, Captain!"

   The giant magician who was carrying a group of warlock apprentices to arrange the summoning ceremony on the deck shouted:

   "How did this divine power apply to us?"

   "Shut up, idiot!"

Next to   , the gloomy skinny boy Kanrisad scolded:

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

   "Tsk tsk, this trip to prison is effective."

   The giant magician stared at his brother unexpectedly and said:

   "This flattery is getting longer. You are really an opponent who can't be reassured."

   "Shut up."

   The skinny boy blushed softly, scolded fiercely, and began to get busy with the business at hand.

   But he was right.

  Black is indeed fine-tuning the location where the big tide and lightning storm fall. There was no need to be so troublesome, but the battle of Dalaran consumed too much energy for Black, and he is still recovering.

The accidental loss of    Heart Demon Kathanatiel did indeed reduce Black's spellcasting ability a bit.

   In the end, he must perfectly choose the position of the whirlpool generated by the tide, so as not to involve his incompetent subordinates and their ships in his own magic.

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

   Once Black slid, the Gilneas would suffer, but his trashy subordinates would be buried with Genn's fleet.

   "Boom"

The first thunder and lightning fell a few minutes later, and in the tide of the strong wind, it precisely hit the mast of the battleship of the Gilneas First Fleet. The violent lightning strike ignited the sub-mast, and let a flame in the gloomy storm. lights up in the middle.

   That flash of fire made the pirate captain on the Alpaca in the center of the undead pirate fleet shine.

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

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

   "What are you running around! Quickly clear the deck and let the goblin carrier planes get ready to take off! You lazy maggots! If the counterattack is delayed, and the Gilneans don't need to do anything, I'll hack you to death with my own hands!

  Greyson!

  Greyson, where did you die?

  Go back to your ship and prepare to send the soldiers to fight! The captain is going to show his power. If you drop the chain, be careful that the lightning on your head will kill you.

   Haha, the captain is angry.

  The puppies of Gilneas are going to be out of luck. "

   "Crash"

   seems to be confirming Eudora's cry. At the moment when the fox man's voice fell, a larger-scale lightning strike fell from the sky, igniting several ships in an instant.

   The wind suddenly rose, and the ocean currents became fierce.

Under the control of Black, a strange tide whirlpool appeared around the fleet of the undead pirates, separated by thirty nautical miles, as if there were monsters swimming fast in the sea, and in just a few minutes, the tumultuous currents cooperated everywhere. The sweeping wind ripped apart the Gilnean fleet.

   The sailors and commanders on the battleships that were supposed to encircle were in a mess, and the sudden situation in front of them was unexpected no matter how many rehearsals and plans they made.

   The sea that cooperated with them before, abandoned them at this moment.

   Those gigantic battleships were lifted up by the chaotic sea water, almost thrown into the air, and smashed into the water the next moment, throwing the hapless people on deck into the sea of ​​rage.

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

  Gene's eagerness to expand the navy has caused the number of veterans who have participated in the war to keep pace with the expansion of the fleet.

   Although the recruits are also well-trained, their abilities are obviously insufficient. In the past, low-intensity conflicts were fine. Now, when they encounter a desperate situation, the recruits panic.

   The captain kept giving orders, but the recruits struggled to even execute them perfectly.

  Experienced captains have already begun to break out of the encircling formation and turned to sail hard beyond the big tide. After all, the range of the sea tide that Blake relies on the tide stone to raise is limited, as long as they can leave the center before the tide becomes more chaotic, there is still salvation.

   But the problem is, the stinky pirates can't possibly give them that chance.

   "Boom"

   The lightning storm that was finally brewed was smashed down in a "star fall" manner under the ruthless command of Blake, and the dense Mercedes-Benz arcs swept across the ships.

   hit the unlucky ones, and fell down with a paralyzed scream.

   The lightning storm has a huge coverage area, which causes the power to be too scattered, and every lightning strike is difficult to kill, but Black does not want a killing effect.

   The purpose of the wicked stinky pirates is to cause chaos.

   This purpose was quickly achieved.

   After the second round of lightning and increasingly violent hurricane waves swept across the Gilnean fleet, more than a third of the warships temporarily lost their ability to command operations.

   can only go up and down with the tide, like a helpless drowning person. There are also a few hapless boats that have been detonated by lightning and have started to burn.

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

   I hope these unlucky **** will pay attention in the next life.

   But what was even more terrifying than the ship being attacked and incapacitated was that after several rounds of lightning storms swept across, the air power of the Gilneas fleet, the nearly 100 Griffon Knights had been wiped out.

   Lightning paralyzed griffins and their knights couldn't take to the skies to scout and fight.

   "That's about it."

  Blake looked at his "work" with satisfaction.

   His fingers left the Tide Stone, as if the "weather maker" was turned off. Just now, the storm was approaching, and the roaring sea of ​​destruction quickly quieted down within a few minutes.

  The wind is no longer blowing, the waves have calmed down, and the cloudy clouds above have dissipated cleanly. In the same clear sky as before, the sun is shining brightly, and the pirates who are fighting back with all their strength and screaming are also here!

   "Carrier-based aircraft formation dispatched!"

Under the harsh shouts of the undead fleet air commander, goblin engineering master, and "rocket expert" Fuslager, the goblin gyrocopters filled with fuel and large bombs were smoking black smoke. Crackling takeoff.

  The goblin who likes the art of explosion wears flying goggles and a leather helmet in the style of a bearskin hat, and carries a goblin musket in his waist, and set foot on his beloved bomber gyro.

  As one of the first pilots to join the undead fleet and a representative of fleet engineering, this goblin carefully "painted" his rotorcraft.

  The front cover of the aircraft is painted with black shark teeth, and the tail of the aircraft is decorated with a few stars, representing the battles he participated in with Black.

   "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! Gnomish engineering is only worthy of eating X!"

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

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

   The goblin madman put four large bombs on his aircraft, which is close to the carrying limit of the aircraft, and it is a death-defying act to drive in the past to bomb.

   But the problem is that the air power of the opponent has been eliminated, and the undead pirates have mastered the air superiority of this naval battle!

what!

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

   When the nearly sixty goblin bombers of the undead fleet came to their heads in a mighty manner, they and their wrecked ships were finished.

   "Bomb!"

  Fuslag hovered over a wobbly bomber over a lower battleship, the goblin slammed a sip of wine into his mouth, clenched his fist, and smashed it on the red button of the joystick.

   In his cheers, a black bomb with a crooked, undead pirate emblem like a child's graffiti came off the rotorcraft weapon rack with a click.

   With the "gift" from Black, with a screeching sound that made Gilneas' scalps tingle, they swishly fell to the deck of the battleship that lost its commander and was completely unable to make effective defenses.

   Some of the veterans were manipulating the deck guns, but the goblins scoffed.

  The upward angle of the old-fashioned naval guns equipped by the Gilneas is limited. Unless they cooperate with the Griffin Knights to attack with a barrage, they cannot damage the flexible rotorcraft that travels at high altitudes.

   In addition to being passively beaten, they can only pray for the protection of the Holy Light.

   But can the Light save them?

   "Boom"

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

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

   (end of this chapter)