Chapter 171: Demon Aristocracy

impossible! ?
This was the first reaction of the nobles.
To suffer!
This is their next thought.
The long-term peace at sea has numbed them.
They even forgot that there was such a thing as pirates. There were no pirates in the Storm Kingdom before because it was too poor. The Kul Tiras fleet that occasionally arrives in Stormwind is not many, and the mosquito-like wealth cannot attract large-scale pirates.
What's left of Stormwind? A dozen fishing boats that are not much larger than the sampan, what oil and water can they have?
As for the Duke of Neptune's pearl fleet, there is Naga's escort, which is basically a hedgehog, who will be stabbed with a hand when he encounters it.
It's different now. Most of the nobles who fled from Elwynn Forest to Stormwind City have taken their families to accumulate thousands of years of wealth. In order to upload as much treasure as possible in the limited space, brainless aristocrats even subconsciously ignored the existence of danger, and even the original navy on board disembarked.
In order to escape Stormwind, the impending Jedi, as soon as possible, they did not even wait for the slow civilian transport ship, otherwise they could at least use them as bait to slow down the Bloodsail Pirates.
If it were on land, the nobles would be more or less able to resist with their powerful guards.
Unfortunately, here is the ocean. In all fairness, most dry ducks can play 70% of their combat power on a wobbly boat. It is a miracle. Not to mention, the aristocratic private sailors had at most been the goods of merchant ships running at sea?
This is really not immortal, where it is not good to commit death, it is necessary to make a great death in an area that they are not familiar with.
"Turn around immediately! Back in the fleet, we will be safe! There is the warship of Kul Tiras." The Duke of Agat Ferens, who heard the news, pulled the captain's collar, The eyes were filled with crazy bloodshots.
Correct! Anyone can die.
The blood of noble aristocracy cannot be cut off in this sea.
On the side of the big fleet, there are Kulturas warships who help out. Although those warships are also filled with civilians, it is better to control the warships by the strong soldiers of the sea kingdom Kulturas.
To die, just kill the Kul Tirans.
"It's too late," the captain wailed, "We're carrying too much load. We were already overloaded and couldn't run fast!"
"Turn your head around! Throw things away! Lost all the heaviest gold! You can only keep your fate if you have a family! Life is gone, what does gold have to do !?" The old duke's silver hair was dancing with the wind, red. There is a sense of reason that is rare in fear.
As the sails changed direction, more than a dozen huge storm kingdom warships began to draw a huge curved white water wave line on the sea. Unfortunately, because there is no unified command, some are left full and some are right full. The direct result was that two ships almost collided head-on. With both sides scrambling, they finally avoided the worst situation of bow collision at the last moment. Even so, the two ships passing by, the side of the ship The collision with the ship's side ornaments also frightened both sides.
For a moment the scene seemed extremely chaotic.
"Waste!" On the flagship of the Bloodsail Pirate Squadron in the distance. Brigadier General Lester Zanker smiled extremely contemptuously, but he had an ominous premonition when he saw the nobility begin to let his men drop a lot of heavy boxes to lighten the ship's load.
When he saw the golden light from a box that had disintegrated in the air, his bad hunch was fulfilled.
Lester couldn't help but yell: "Gold! Actually all is gold! Do you guys like scum think you can run away if you lose your weight? I do n’t want idiot ransom! I have to spend three days and three nights to get this idea out Guy roasted into coke! "
Lester was almost insane because of his anger: what a special deep-sea area! The only end result of the precious metal that has been thrown into the sea is to sink into the deep sea or to feed fish! How do I fish! ?
"Fire! Shoot the bow!" Lester ordered with a throaty throat.
The chief officer was aggressive: "Brigadier General Zanke, we have not yet entered the effective range! Just use the bow gun ..."
"Stupid, do you still expect the crumbling land nobles to fight us in a gorgeous Kulturas-like naval battle? I want to ruin their boring escape ideas!"
With the fall of the command banner, dozens of non-ornate parabola saw a bridge of war in the light of morning light, and began to erode the courage of the nobles.
The artillery shells that were not intended to hit landed near the aristocratic fleet with poor outrageous crosshairs, stirred up a huge water column, and the water rose, producing a faint rainbow color, surrounding the nobles' warships.
In the eyes of the aristocracy, this was already an overwhelming shelling like heavy rain.
Then, a matter of writing probability, actually called metaphysics, came into play. In this era, the accuracy of long-range shelling is extremely low. Unless it is within 100 meters of artillery fire called close-range combat, the hit rate is mostly less than 1%.
The artilleryman has been able to hit the cannon within a range of 100 meters in diameter under the disturbance of high winds, the ship itself trembling due to waves and other shelling, and the maintenance of the barrel itself.
When it hits the soul or something, that's a legend.
But one guy did it.
A bow firing gun at a distance of 800 meters was directly bombarded into the arsenal of a noble warship, causing a brilliant chain explosion.
The sky-fire flares produced by the warship explosion, the wood chips that were blown up and then kept spinning in the air, and a large number of human limbs, everything is like a horrible oil painting from hell, deeply imprinted on the retinas of the nobles on.
Within a minute, there were seven noble warships stopped and white flags hung high.
And more bloodsail pirate ships that had undergone speed polarization design rushed into the noble fleet's fleet, and then launched a close-range artillery battle with the noble private sailors who were trying to resist.
"Bang, bang, bang ..." The well-trained bloodsail pirates used continuous shelling from the bow to the stern to teach the noble personal soldiers what a naval battle was.
Of course, noble personal soldiers also shelled back. It was a ridiculous volley.
Lester, watching the battle from a distance, was astonished, he did not expect that these private soldiers who had only driven a merchant ship had a mental breakdown. The huge reaction force even pushed the whole ship to the other side by a full five meters, and the cabin that could not withstand the impact even issued the typical sorrow of wood break.
But all resistance was futile.
The pirates bit their machete and jumped along the prepared cable. Everything was going well, but Huo Ran changed things when he entered the other party's cabin ...
A huge demon appeared, the shirt hanging on his chest, and even the noble family crest! (To be continued.)