"What? The four Guardians of Ulduar?" Admiral Daelin frowned, and said with a wry smile to her youngest son Tandred, "It seems we're going to be enemies with the servants of the Titans."
Tandred asked worriedly, "Can we defeat them?"
With a resolute expression, Daelin declared loudly, "My child, remember this: we must never retreat under any circumstances. Prepare the cannons, and get the Tidesages ready."
Robbie didn't speak. The four Guardians of Ulduar were incredibly powerful; even with the curse of the tides, Daelin's fleet had no chance of winning.
Was it a battle destined to fail? Or had they failed to force out Aegwynn's true trump card? Robbie was slightly unwilling to give up. At this moment, it was too late for Daelin to retreat.
Unless she surrenders to the Orcs, but Daelin would rather die than do so.
Four men in black arrived at the coastline. They leaped into the sea from their high vantage point, revealing their true forms: Hodir, the Guardian of Winter; Thorim, the Guardian of Thunder; Freya, the Guardian of Life. Their bodies were as large as islands. Mimiron, the Guardian of Invention, was smaller, but he rode in a massive mechanical creation.
Gazing at the four Guardians' giant-like bodies, the Kul Tiras were all filled with horror. Daelin gritted her teeth and shouted, "Fire!"
Rumble.
The cannons rained down on the four Guardians, but to no avail; they could not penetrate their Titans defenses.
"What a bunch of boring crawlers," Guardian Hodir yawned. "Let me use..."
The Northrend Winds destroyed their fleet.
Guardian Thorim shook his head and said, "Using strength to bully the weak is pointless. Since the Orcs are the Saviors of Azeroth, it's time for them to play their part."
"Hahaha, I'd love to see two groups of ants fight, two armies clash, a passionate collision of blood and flesh!" Hodir roared. "Northrend winds, let the sea freeze!"
The sea froze rapidly, and the ice spread all the way to Daelin's fleet. Hodir deliberately left himself a backup plan, preventing the fleet from freezing completely, leaving it only Freeze and unable to move.
Mimiron spoke in a mechanical voice, "Humans and Orcs, a battle on the ice, interesting, very interesting indeed."
Thrall understood the Four Guardians ' meaning; it was the Horde's turn to act.
The first to advance was the Tauren Legion, who served as cannon fodder. Tauren Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof, clad in gleaming armor, stood on a high platform and delivered his pre-battle speech:
"Earth Mother blesses us, my children. We are the bravest Tauren, fighting for the cause of Justice. The Orcs rescued us from suffering, and it is because of the mercy of the great Savior Thrall that we enjoy our happy and prosperous lives today. For Azeroth, for the great Savior Thrall, charge! Slay the Evil Kul Tiras!"
The Tauren roared like Thunder, their blood boiling, their eyes bloodshot, and they Charge towards the Kul Tiras fleet, their hooves pounding the ice.
Thrall, behind them, ate the delicious roasted Tauren meat, nodding and smiling, very satisfied with Cairne Bloodhoof's performance.
Boom! The cannons roared as the Tauren charged forward under Charge barrage of fire. Countless Tauren were blasted into a bloody pulp, but this did nothing to deter the brave Tauren.
Daelin directed the sailors to jump off the ship and line up in neat rows on the ice.
They carried elite long-barreled rifles that gleamed in the sunlight. With each volley of gunfire, large groups of Tauren fell into pools of blood.
"Damn it," Thrall angrily threw down the cow bone in his hand, "It's Volley Fire Tactics!"
Thrall had not forgotten the terror of the Volley Fire Tactics of the Troggs, which had caused the Orcs enormous trouble, and which the Kul Tiras had even learned.
The Kul Tiras were far superior marksmen to the Troggs, and they were also tall, brave, and skilled in combat, holding their own even in hand-to-hand combat.
"For Azeroth! My children, charge!"
The blood-soaked Tauren Chieftain roared once more.
Despite the Tauren' extraordinary bravery, they only lost their lives in Volley Fire Tactics. After nearly 10,000 Tauren perished, the Tauren retreated, and the two sides temporarily ceased hostilities.
The savage Kul Tiras did not spare the Tauren's corpses; they chopped them up like the Orcs, carefully preserving them using secret methods to serve as future military rations.
"Quickly, send someone to fetch Jaina!"
Thrall hadn't forgotten how to counter Volley Fire Tactics; as long as the Orcs army was teleported to the Kul Tiras, their tactics became ineffective.
"No need for all that trouble." Aegwynn coldly stopped Thrall, turning to the four Guardians, "Don't forget your duties. Make your move. I don't want to see this fleet."
Thorim, the Guardian of Thunder, raised his hammer and said helplessly, "Fine, let me use the power of Thunder to finish them off. Poor reptiles, despair under the power of the storm."
At the same time, Daelin's fleet and the Tidesages completed their spellcasting. Lord Stormsong floated in the air and roared:
"O sea, unleash your fury and destroy the Evil city before you."
Towering waves, the power of the tides shattered the frozen surface of Hodir's sea. The waves, almost as high as the clouds, revealed enormous faces with clearly defined features, looking down upon the four Guardians below.
Thorim's Thunder power was meaningless against the tidal wave and was destroyed instantly, which made his face very ugly.
Freya, the Guardian of life, curled her lip in a smug smile. She slowly rose into the air, her pure, beautiful eyes meeting Hai Chao's human face.
"Ocean, calm your anger, and let all things return to peace."
This was a soothing act of life's magic, swiftly quelling the rage of the tide; the towering waves slowly receded, and the sea returned to calm.
The curse of the tides was broken just like that. Lord Stormsong, pale-faced, was about to say something when suddenly everything went black and he collapsed on the deck.
Mimiron piloted his mech into the air and shouted in a shrill voice:
"Behold my latest invention, my aerial combat unit! Worship this godlike machine! Bathe in its glory! Firepower, oh no!"
Mimiron's mech had just taken off when it plunged into the sea, taking quite a while to surface. Mimiron shouted in protest, "Ambush! Who ambushed me?"
A giant black and white Dragon flew in the air; it was none other than the Infinite Dragonlord, Murozond.
Mimiron asked uncertainly, "Are you Nozdormu? It's so good to see you again. Why did you dye your hair again? To be honest, this color is really cool."
Freya exclaimed with delight, "Nozdormu, it's so good to see you safe and sound!"
Murozond looked at the four Guardians:
"I am not Nozdormu, I am Murozond, the Infinite Dragonlord. What kind of future do you desire? I have witnessed your failures. In that doomed, abandoned timeline, in the future you yearn for, I have collected an interesting toy."
The power of time activated, and a massive spacetime Portal appeared in the sky.
A terrifying bipedal creature descended from the sky. It had green skin, resembled Orcs, and was larger than the four Guardians combined. Black mist shrouded its face, revealing only two terrifying fangs. Its body was covered with countless tentacles and eyes.
The behemoth let out a terrifying roar and pounced on the four Guardians.