A Legendary circulates in Kul Tiras: Deep in the sea dwells a hungry demon. If you fear the demon and choose to flee, you will lose everything; but if you bravely face it, the demon will transform into treasure and Wealth.
Thrall's Dragonblood Orcs fleet changed course, heading towards Kul Tiras. Once the Dragonblood Orcs landed, they would win; humans could not possibly defeat the Dragonblood Orcs in a land battle.
They could destroy Kul Tiras's cities and ports, burn their homes, and slaughter all humanity, leaving only a lone fleet on the sea.
On a dark, stormy night, with clouds hanging over the sky and waves crashing on the sea, Thrall was about to rest after devouring a delicious Pandaren when a sudden, urgent alarm sounded.
"Enemy attack! A large group of unidentified ships is approaching us."
On deck, the panicked sailors kept shouting.
Thrall was startled and hurriedly put on his armor, running to the deck. Eitrigg, who was draped in clothes and looked pale, handed Thrall a pair of binoculars.
This is a magical item seized from Dalaran, capable of granting a clear view of everything in the distance at night.
On the dark sea in the distance, ships of all sizes surrounded them from all directions. There were no flags or markings; the enemy had concealed their identities.
"Damn it, it must be the Kul Tiras." Thrall frowned. Kul Tiras was known as a maritime kingdom, but it was actually a loose Alliance. Apart from the Proudmoore family, which had a fleet of Model One, the ships of other families were cobbled together from various other types, many of which were converted from merchant ships and fishing boats.
Without exception, they were all warships, equipped with cannons of varying calibers.
Looking at this dark mass of warships, it was clear that all the major families of Kul Tiras had mobilized their entire forces to fight the enemy together.
Thrall's eyes lit up with a sudden idea. He ordered, "Communicate with the enemy using flag signals. We're going to engage them in boarding action, a fierce and heroic battle, to see who the real heroes are."
This is a very low-level provocation tactic; no one would abandon their strengths to engage in hand-to-hand combat with Orcs.
However, back in Lordaeron, this tactic was very effective against Uther. The chivalrous Lightbringer Uther was most susceptible to being provoked, and successfully sent an entire generation of young men from Lordaeron to the jaws of the Orcs.
Admiral Daelin was not as foolish as Uther. For example, he launched an attack on the Orcs at night because he took advantage of the Orcs sailors' unfamiliarity with ship handling and the inconvenience of nighttime operation.
Otherwise, the Burning Legion's ships are of superior quality and extremely fast, making it easy for them to catch up with Daelin's fleet.
With a series of booming sounds, the cannons roared as Daelin's fleet opened fire, targeting the few remaining cannon-equipped escort ships of the Dragonblood Orcs.
The Dragonblood Orcs launched a counterattack, but unfortunately, they lacked experience and found it difficult to hit Daelin's ships.
Even with the superior quality of the Burning Legion's ships, they could not withstand the continuous barrage of artillery fire. Within ten minutes of the start of the battle, several of Thrall's escort ships sank into the sea, and the remaining Troop Transport Ship were simply targets.
Thrall's face turned pale, and he roared viciously, "Despicable human, if you have the guts, let's have a hand-to-hand fight! We want a one-on-one duel!"
During the Battle of Blackrock Spire, just as humanity was about to win, the foolish Sir Lothar, disregarding the disparity in strength between himself and Orgrimmar, insisted on a one-on-one duel, nearly squandering the victory that was within his grasp.
"Savior, what should we do? What should we do?" Eitrigg asked hastily.
Thrall squinted and waved his hand, saying, "In naval warfare, we are no match for humans. Raise the white flag."
"A white flag? Is this a surrender?" Eitrigg asked in surprise.
"Of course not." Thrall gave a sinister smile. "We can lay down our weapons, but if they get close, even unarmed Dragonblood Orcs can wipe out these despicable humans."
As the white flag slowly rose, Admiral Daelin addressed her staff, "Kul Tiras tradition dictates that surrendered enemies must be treated well. However, Orcs are not children of Azeroth; they are shameless Butchers, beasts, and should not exist in this world. Continue firing."
Daelin wasn't fooled, Thrall was furious, his face turning red. He was familiar with history; in the two wars, the Warchiefs of his predecessors had successfully wiped out the Draenei and defeated the Human Alliance using very low-level schemes.
For example, raising a white flag is a common tactic that has proven effective time and again.
Now that Thrall's low-level schemes were no longer working, he felt deeply frustrated.
"Savior, our only option now is to break through," Eitrigg suggested helplessly.
Thrall nodded. Now, all they could do was hope that the ships built by the Legion were of high quality. Under Thrall's command, the fleet moved straight ahead in one direction.
Although the Legion's technology is advanced, its fleet does not use special propulsion; like the warships of Azeroth, it relies on wind power.
This required extremely advanced seafaring skills, and the hastily assembled Dragonblood Orcs were no match for the seasoned Kul Tiras.
Daelin scattered her fleet and attacked the Dragonblood Orcs fleet from three sides. Thrall could only command his fleet to run around aimlessly like headless flies. After several hours of this, Thrall discovered a problem.
Daelin's fleet maintained a distance from the Dragonbeard Orcs fleet, occasionally attacking with cannon fire, but not in a hurry to annihilate them, seemingly driving them away somewhere.
"What the hell are these damned humans up to?" Thrall was filled with suspicion.
Above the dark clouds, a Dragon with a long, slender body coldly watched the naval battle below.
Vaelastrasz, the Red Dragon, was in charge of monitoring the situation of the Dragonblood Orcs. After all, this was the culmination of ten thousand years of effort by the Dragonkin. The Dragonblood Orcs were ambushed in Feralas, a murloc stronghold in Tidal Bay Murloc. If Jaina did not intervene, the Dragonkin would certainly lend a hand.
Besides secretly protecting the Orcs, Vaelastrasz also had another purpose: to assess the combat strength of the Dragonblood Orcs. Therefore, he would not intervene whenever the Dragonblood Orcs were in danger, but would only ask the Red Dragon Queen for help when they were in dire straits.
Daelin's fleet did not rush to open fire. The Dragonblood Orcs were currently safe, and Vaelastrasz was too lazy to ask the Red Dragon Queen for help, coldly observing what he considered an extremely boring naval battle.
"The Dragonblood Orcs are not good at naval warfare; this has long been known. This is related to the Orcs' physical structure. Although they have great arm strength, they cannot guarantee accuracy. Fortunately, the Trolls have well-developed throwing arms and excellent eyesight, which can compensate for the Orcs' shortcomings. Strange, why are the humans surrounding them without attacking? What is their purpose?"
Just then, the Dragonblood Orcs' fleet came to a halt, and the lead ships ran aground on a reef.
"What is this sea area?" Vaelastrasz's dragon eyes widened. Although he was a Dragonkin who had lived for countless years, he was far less familiar with the ocean than the Kul Tiras people.
The magic allowed him to see the situation hidden beneath the surface of the sea. This area was surrounded by reefs on three sides, like a pocket. Daelin's fleet successfully drove the Dragonblood Orcs into the center of the pocket, and then all that was needed was to block the narrow exit.
Vaelastrasz also noticed that a terrifying magical fluctuation was hidden at the heart of this reef.
The ocean depths hold many secrets, and even Vaelastrasz couldn't figure out what was at the center of the reef.
"The Dragonblood Orcs are in dire straits; it seems we must report to the Red Dragon Queen."
Vaelastrasz activated Communication Magic, awakening the languid Red Dragon Queen.