Chapter 417: Endless sea

At this time when little Annie just finished messing up from the Tarren Mill front in Hillsbrad Hills, and she was a little bit ashamed to teleport and run to the west wilderness to the south by herself, in the Maelstrom of the Endless Sea In the nearby northeast area, the terrible man-made storm has gradually ceased...
At this time, the warships of the 7th Fleet of the Kul Tiras Navy were lining up in a long line, only half of the sails were pulled up, and they sailed wearily to the northwest corner of Darkmoon Island, intending to move ahead of schedule. The fleets that have left the team will meet, and then go to the Whispering Bay in the northern Tirisfal Glades of Lordaeron to repair.
After several hours of pursuit in the storm zone, the 7th Fleet’s warships are now damaged. If the sails are blown, it is still a trivial matter. Just repair it directly or replace it with a spare. That's it. But like a certain mast was blown off, it was a bit troublesome...For the time being, the entire fleet could only lower the sails and carry it forward until the other party repaired the broken mast.
This is also thanks to the number of masts of their Kul Tiran navy generally three, if you count the bow and stern sail, it is even more. And if it were replaced by an orc-like rough battleship with only one or two masts, it might really be trapped in the turbulent area of ​​the vortex ocean current and could not get out!
"How's it going, the report statistics of ship casualties have come out?"
Standing a little weary on the bow of the ship, Dailin Proudmoore just supported the railing with both hands, silently watching the strange weather that this sea area suddenly became clear again after the storm ceased, and he just let the sky go. The scorching sun gradually dried his admiral's uniform that was soaked in sea water, turned around, looked at his first mate and the parchment in the opponent's hand a bit calmly.
Of course he knows what it is, and the other person will read them out later, they must be sad numbers that he dare not imagine.
"Yes, Lord Admiral!"
"In this battle to chase the orc fleet, apart from the fleet that left the fleet prematurely, there is no way to count the casualties for the time being. This time, we lost a total of three warships. They have disappeared in the storm... , The death toll of each ship totaled eight people and 36 people were injured. Two of them were seriously injured. I don’t know if they can get to the shore... In addition, the ship and material losses are not included for the time being. Dan Lun."
After reading this, the first officer stopped reading. This is indeed a sad number, even if they get a big victory. After all, if you fight a battle, whether it is on the ground or in the sea, it will be deadly. The kind of battle that defeats the enemy with zero casualties only exists in fairy tales.
Therefore, he and the admiral and all the members of the fleet also know that those who disappeared in the storm either could not withstand the storm and sank directly; or they were dragged together after being entangled by the orc ships. In the Maelstrom... no matter what the situation is, there is absolutely no reason for luck!
Therefore, it is certain that the naval officers and soldiers on the three missing ships can now be directly included in the list of the dead.
"Ah……"
"Jason... you see, this is the cruelty of war! Since the opening of the Dark Portal and the time when the orcs invaded our world, the navy of Kul Tiras has experienced countless difficult battles... Who are we? I don’t know who will die next time...maybe it will be you...maybe it will be me...but what I am certain is that we have been fighting and sacrificing all these years. It is the fault of the dirty beasts!"
"From the time they invaded our world, whether it was the first or second war, or the undead natural disasters introduced by the Burning Legion and the Lich King Ner'zhul, all of this has nothing to do with the orcs! So, this It is the root cause of my Daelin Proudmoore's determination to destroy the tribe!"
"..."
"The resources of the world of Azeroth are limited, and the land is also limited... However, if the new orc tribes want to survive, they must occupy the living space of other races. This is an unchangeable fact. ! Even if the negotiations have achieved peace now, and they will not fight now, in the future, when their population expands, they will definitely fight..."
"So, in addition to the superficial hatred, what I want to do most is: never leave these cruel things to our children and grandchildren. Since we have experienced so much and sacrificed so much, it would be better to just Let us old guys continue to work hard and try to solve everything perfectly...but why...why would someone not understand us?"
As if thinking of something, Admiral Dai Lin's expression suddenly became a little unnatural, and finally sighed and shook his head helplessly.
"Forget it, let's not talk about it!"
"Now go and count the list of the dead. When we return to Kul Tiras next time, we must send the double pension to their families...what we can do is That’s all, go..."
Think about it once, the Kul Tiran Navy, which had several powerful fleets, experienced the first, second, and third wars, and now, only their seventh fleet remains. There are dozens of large and small warships... and his fleet is still dissatisfied, plus three more ships have been lost today...
Therefore, in fact, Daelin Proudmoore can actually see that in the future, the sea kingdom of Kul Tiras will inevitably decline...just like the once glorious kingdoms of Lordaeron and Quelsa Lars’s High Elf Kingdom is the same, but he himself does not regret it, and has never regretted it!
Some things always need someone to do! If not, then, let him Dai Lin go...
"..."
Daelin Proudmoore’s first officer, Jason, just nodded silently after hearing the admiral’s words. However, he did not rush to leave, but looked at the grief-stricken admiral with a bit of hesitation. Your Excellency.
There are some things that he doesn't know if he should say it at this time, but he doesn't say no, because that matter is very important, and the specific requirements must be decided by the general!
"What else is there for you? I guess it must not be a good thing, right?"
"Let's say Jason, you don't have to worry about anything... Don't worry! Although I am a little old, my heart is still strong, and nothing can break me!"
At least...not above the sea!
Bathed in the warm sunshine after the victory and the warm sea breeze, Daelin Proudmoore turned and continued to support the guardrail at the bow of the ship, and began to take a leisurely trip, wanting to enjoy a peaceful journey. You know, when their Seventh Fleet returns to Lordaeron, they can only repair it for a few days at most, and they are going to trouble the Stormwind Alliance again.
When the time comes, it will be a troublesome and sad story...
"..."
"That's it. The captain of one of our ships, regardless of the prohibition and danger, while pursuing in the storm zone, he arbitrarily salvaged three orc captives..."
Having said that, the other report that First Mate Jason held in his hand couldn't help but tighten.
He had read the content of this report in advance, but he didn't know how to say it. This matter, for your admiral, may be a bit cruel.
Although he, Jason himself, was unwilling to believe that this was true, but combining all the previous signs and the storm zone arranged by the orcs in advance, he had enough reasons to believe the authenticity of this report.
"Oh? Those actually caught three beasts without authorization?"
"Forget it, since we have won the great victory, then we won't punish the captain! Let them hang the three beasts directly to the mast, we don't need to be captured! Then, we will punish them... Lun was not allowed to disassemble the body before?"
Daelin Proudmoore was surprised at the fact that the brave guy dared to ignore the order to salvage the orc captives in the dangerous storm! But, anyway, now they have already won, then, he is not willing to investigate too much for this.
"..."
"But... Your Excellency! Those orcs, I'm afraid I can't kill them..."
"According to their confession...the reason why the orc tribe arranged the storm zone to ambush us in advance is because the route we sailed was betrayed to the tribe's warchief Thrall! If it wasn't for the lady Naga who happened to come here by chance If we accept, the consequences will be unimaginable!"
With a calm face, after thinking for a while, the chief officer still told the contents one by one.
"Really...who betrayed us..."
A hoarse and bitter voice came from the admiral's throat, and his hands were also pinching the guardrail tightly at the same time, making his knuckles white...
With his back to the first officer, Dai Lin did not want to let the other party see his painful and distorted expression.
He is not stupid himself, he also knows that there are only a few people who know their specific routes, but they are all in his fleet, and there is no possibility of whispering! And the only one who is not in the fleet and can inform the warchief of those beasts...In fact, Dai Lin could already imagine it.
It's just that he didn't want to think about it, and he didn't want to believe it.
"According to the confession of the orc general...the one who betrayed us was..."
"Yes...Yes...Miss Jaina Proudmoore..."
After bumping out the name, the first officer also sighed long, took two steps forward, and passed the original record of the confession in his hand to the hand of Admiral Dai Lin.
Although they have always called Daelin Proudmoore the Lord Admiral... However, the other party is indeed the supreme ruler of their Kul Tiras Kingdom! Although the other party does not have the title of king, the monarch itself means king, and it is just a different title.
And now, their king, their admiral, after the death of their two sons one after another, the only remaining daughter, the only princess of the kingdom, even betrayed his father who was a king... The blow to Admiral Dai Lin was obvious.
Therefore, this is also the reason why the first officer was embarrassed before. He who swore to be loyal to the admiral forever, of course, can empathize and understand this cruel human tragedy...their most respected and selfless admiral. , For so many years of fighting and battles for the survival of humans in the world of Azeroth... But in the end, is the reward really like this?
"..."
After lowering his head and slowly reading all the contents of the parchment report word by word, Dai Lin suddenly trembling and took a deep breath, and held the sheet tightly, almost making him gasp. But the angry paper~EbookFREE.me~Jason...Go...and give the order: Cut the three orcs immediately and throw them into the sea to feed the fish..."
"At the same time, I ordered everyone who knew about this matter to remain silent... Until the truth of the matter is investigated, I don't want to hear anyone talk about it again! You...understand?"
After a long time, Dai Lin finally said his decision.
Then, he clenched the parchment paper in his hand like that, and the dark nails that hadn't been repaired for a long time due to long sailing, had pierced the skin and almost fell into the flesh of the palm of his hand... The blood began to soak The parchment slipped drop by drop onto the blue sea, and tiny blood flowers appeared...
"Yes! Your Excellency Admiral!"
His first officer, Jason, is not hard to hear, your admiral's tone at this time is cold and sad...So, he didn't say anything more, he just nodded softly in response and turned away. He felt that at this time, it might be better to let the Admiral stay alone for a while...
"My Jaina... someone who doesn't actually understand... it's you..."
After murmuring and calling out the familiar name in pain, Daelin Proudmoore could only tremblingly loosen his right hand holding the parchment report, and let the blood-stained report slip to the surface of the sea. The waves that rushed away when the ship was about to be caught in the bottom of the ship disappeared completely.
Why doesn't she understand?
I have not experienced a land stained with blood, it is destined to not have peace...

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o（╥﹏╥）oI don’t have water. There are so many things to write about. If I don’t write, the world is incomplete...
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