Holy Light's will is undoubtedly-additional update[510]
(Additional update for "Sassy XD" brothers [5/10])
"You should go back now! Go back to your mother. She needs your protection even more. I am safe in my own fleet, and I am currently on a combat mission."
On the flagship of Kul Tiras First Fleet, Prince Derek, who was fully armed, looked at his sister running over in disguise with a headache.
He will be very irritable.
Because Jaina just described to him the terrible things that happened to Kul Tiras during this period, and the disappearance of Daelin made Derek feel a huge stone in his heart.
To be honest, when he heard this bad news, the prince really had the idea of abandoning the mission of the battlefield and immediately leading the fleet back to Kul Tiras to put down the rebellion, but he finally resisted this impulse.
The reason is simple.
If the situation in the country is really that bad, bringing a fleet back by yourself will have no effect at all.
As the heir carefully cultivated by Daelin, Derek also has a sharp strategic vision. He knows that the best way at the moment is to assist Marshal Lothar in defeating Northern Borderlands. After the Lordaron Kingdom's war is generally over, Kul Tiras can be fought back with the help of the power unified by the marshal.
That way he has a chance of winning.
However, the sudden arrival of Jaina was indeed an accident. Derek looked out the porthole and could already see the Southshore pier under the gloomy sky. He did not want to risk his far immature sister, but Jaina's stubborn childish character made people helpless.
There is nothing that can be done about it, after all, Little Witch's sixteen-year-old body in front of him only has a soul that is less than five years old.
The mind can accelerate maturity, but reason cannot.
"The port attack is about to begin. You can stay here, but you must obey the order!"
He turned back and said to his sister in a serious tone:
"And it must not interfere with the battle, you know?"
"I can fight too, I'm very powerful!"
Little Witch Jaina, who was wearing a black hood to cover herself, waved her staff in dissatisfaction. She felt that her brother had underestimated her, and that he was completely unaware of how dangerous he was now.
She said:
"Tandred has been erased by the evil power of Old God. Derek, I am now worried that you will be the next one to be erased. Those bastards are obviously going to use this method to eliminate Proudmoore family's influence on Kul Tiras."
"Ah? Tandred? Who is that?"
Derek looked at his sister in confusion. He felt that Jaina was talking nonsense.
Is there anyone named "Tandred" in your family?
Could it be that the peach blossom debt incurred by my father when he was young is here again?
In order to confirm that he remembered correctly, the prince took out his pocket watch, opened it, pointed to the family photo on the pocket watch, and said to Jaina:
"Look! It's just you and me and my father and mother up there, how can there be anyone else?"
"You're so mad at me, there's nothing I can do with a fool like you Warrior!"
Jaina It was difficult to explain the principle of that spell to my brother.
After all, she herself knew little about it. She only knew that it was the vicious spell released by Thousand Tentacle Demon through Dream of All Beings.
But the "disappearance" of Tandred has proved that Old God does have the ability to change the memories of all living beings at will. She knows very well that she and Derek are now N'Zoth's targets.
However, the powerful and reliable Vigilant also told her that this kind of spell that involves the memory of thousands of people also requires some casting media for Old God, and it cannot be released casually.
So as long as you protect the stupid brother Brother Egg and don't let his blood or other things fall into the hands of the cultists, it shouldn't be a big problem.
"No matter what, mother asked me to protect you! I can't leave you even half a step."
Jaina curled his lips, looked around cautiously, and said to Derek:
"I won't interfere with your fight, but you can't refuse me to stay with you."
"Whatever you want."
Derek picked up the telescope and stared at Southshore's defense.
The size of the port city in front of us obviously exceeds the area of a normal town. Considering that Southshore is Northern Borderlands's most important port and shipping hub, this is not surprising.
The dock city has also suffered terribly in the past year.
First it was attacked by Magic Plague, and then it was destroyed by demons. Before the reconstruction was completed, Lordaeron Dragonborn came to kill it again. Counting the siege that was about to start, this was the fourth time Southshore was attacked in a year.
The townspeople living here are truly blessed.
The prince clearly saw the Dragonborn Warriors patrolling the pier through the telescope. There was a platform built for the baby dragons to rest near the pier. That was the activity area for the Dragonborn knights. In the gloomy sky, there were several black baby dragons flying with Dragonborn on their backs.
He also saw dwarf cannons mounted high on the pier. Those cannons should be the dwarf arms that Dragonborn had snatched in Menethil Harbor.
Overall, this dock is difficult to capture normally.
But its fortress transformation has not yet been completed, which gave Derek the opportunity to make a sneak attack.
The most important thing is that the fleet composed of three large battleships and five small battleships under his command has enough firepower to suppress the enemy from a long distance and cooperate with the marines to rush into the city.
As for why those flying young dragons haven't discovered them at this fatal distance, this is of course the Tidesagess showing off their power.
The sea sages led by Tide Master Thomas Zelling have proven their loyalty. Faced with the call of the Stormsong Family who controls Storm Church, Master Zelin forbids his sea sages to respond.
He is a "moderate" among Tidesages, and obviously has no intention of participating in the Stormsong Family's shameless rebellion.
Storm Church has a strong influence on the entire South Seas. Naturally, there cannot be only one voice in such a large church. Just like there are different monk factions within Church of the Holy Light, there are also many factions within Storm Church.
So it is not surprising that both Lothar and Lordaron Kingdom have Haixian serving them. These are just different choices of different factions.
Of course, this also means that Storm Church has essentially split. Once Prince Derek turns the tide in the future, Master Thomas Zelling's faction will naturally seize Storm Church's right to speak.
After taking the road of faith to their status, even if they are devout believers, their faith cannot be pure.
Politics is really a poisonous thing, and anything that is contaminated with it will become complicated.
"About to break through the sea fog!"
Master Zelin's reminder reached Derek's ears with the sound of sea breeze, and he reminded:
"Southshore There are a large number of Naga underwater on the shore. They are also part of the port defense. Your Highness, please remind White Pawn to be careful when he and his marines land.
We will Summon Water Elemental and Naga fight, and try to ensure that they do not interfere with the Warriors' landing."
"Very good! Then prepare for artillery suppression!"
Derek ordered:
"Kill all the dwarf artillery on the pier, use barrage bombardment to clear a safe landing area for the Warriors, and the gunners of the ship will perform suppressive fire to gain at least thirty minutes."
His orders were issued layer by layer. Soon, when the first warship broke through the sea fog and appeared on the sea, the alarm bells sounded loudly on the Southshore side. Several of their ships parked in the port wanted to fight back, but the Kul Tiras people quickly taught these guys what real naval tactics are.
With the assistance of the sea sages, the first round of bombardment sank two small warships. The scene of artillery washing set the Southshore Harbor District area on fire within a few minutes.
The Wildhammer sky knights driving Gryphon also roared into the sky. Under the leadership of Wildhammer hero Kurdran·Wildhammer, they bravely attacked the black young dragons, letting the roar of Thunder's Hammer resound through the sky.
While the naval guns were being reloaded, White Pawn was jumping off the boat with the brave Warriors, preparing to land on the beach.
He waved his hands on the boat and yelled at the Warriors to speed up. In order to ensure the winning rate of Southshore, Lothar specially handed over Bloodfang Clan and Lightfang Clan, who had extremely strong combat capabilities, to the leadership of Varian.
Of course, to say he is leading is actually to give him a name.
Duke Bolvar and Gavinrad General, who lead these two werewolves, have much more combat experience than Varian, but what can I say? As the default heir to the emperor, Varian also has to gain meritorious service when necessary.
What's more, White Pawn is not simply gold-plated.
He really wants to go to the battlefield and fight against dangerous enemies. This little lunatic is very brave in fighting, which makes the werewolves admire him.
"Dragonborns are trying to enter the dock, push them back!"
Derek wields Battle Standard. Although the firepower of the flagship he is on is not as good as his father's exaggerated "Sea Sovereign", the Kul Tiras fleet flagship is built with the careful design of the shipbuilder. The firepower projected by the single-sided naval gun on the three decks in one salvo is enough to complete any tactical mission.
Under the precise command of the prince, this salvo of naval guns successfully blocked Dragonborn's desire to rush into the dock.
Then the three small battleships moved forward to ride the wind and waves, covering the Marines' raid. Looking at the battlefield where the shells fell, and smelling the "fragrance" of the gunpowder explosion, the Varian on the small boat was already eager to try.
On the flagship, Jaina was also stunned.
Although she is the princess of Kul Tiras, this is obviously the first time she has seen her fleet show off in a real sense.
Seeing Southshore trembling under the bombardment of naval guns, the princess fully understood at this moment why her father always looked down upon the city-state of Dalaran.
Even if you mages can make great use of the fireball technique, there is still very little you can do in front of a truly well-organized army.
Of course, mages have their own advantages, and this depends on the situation.
For example, a few minutes later, when the Nagas began to besiege the flagship, Jaina could free their hands and feet to do something that the naval guns could not do.
Amidst the blast of freezing and shattering blasts of the harsh frost wind, the first batch of Nagas who rushed onto the deck asked for the "black ice package". After being frozen by the ice swayed by Jaina, they were chopped into "smoothies" by the loyal sailors who swarmed up.
I don't know how many strange things Nether-Stalker taught Jaina. Anyway, the ice magic this girl caster can use is definitely not normal.
Ordinary Frost Nova is completely unable to create such an exaggerated ice sculpture effect.
Prince Derek was dumbfounded by this move.
He looked at his sister who was standing above the deck holding a Ice Crystal Staff, continuously smashing out the "added" Frostbolt and knocking over the Naga one by one, and relief first appeared in his eyes.
My sister is a gifted person.
When she was born, the high priest of the previous generation Lord Stormsong, that is, Storm Church, once declared that "this girl is blessed by the sea." At that time, the family thought this was just a courtesy, but now it turns out that the high priest may be a hidden cultist, but at least he really did not lie in this evaluation.
My sister is "Daughter of the Sea"!
The song Kul Tiras is sung in the streets is no exaggeration. Jaina will become the most powerful frost caster of Azeroth. If she is lucky enough, then she may really become the second Lady Aegwynn.
"Brother! What are you thinking about? Draw your sword quickly! There are more and more Naga."
Jaina's call brought Derek back to his senses.
The prince took out the naval sword from his waist, pulled out the dwarf gun and stepped forward to fight with his Warriors. The Nagas' counterattack at this time was somewhat exasperated.
After all, White Pawn had already entered the dock with the werewolves and successfully landed on the beach.
The shelling of other battleships has not stopped, and it is only a matter of time before Southshore is captured!
However, the Nagas obviously had their own plans. Derek soon realized that something was not right. The number of Nagas rushing out of the sea seemed to be too many. This was at least one Naga clan besieging their own fleet.
"It's Spine Naga! The largest local Naga clan also rushed out of the sea."
A former Southshore fisherman Seventh Legion hunter shouted to Prince Derek:
"The skin of these Naga is blue with green spots. I heard that Spine Naga has a very powerful leader. "Little Prophet" of Southshore once said that he dreamed that the Naga leader swam out of the city under the sea.
That guy might be a Naga prince!"
"Little Prophet?"
Prince Derek chopped down a Naga barbarian soldier, and used a bullet to penetrate the head of a sea witch who was casting a spell. He reloaded the bullet and said:
"Isn't this title a bit exaggerated?"
"No, Nat Pagle is indeed "Little Prophet". Before Magic Plague attacked, he was the one who warned us that there would be a disaster. It was also because of his reaction that our family escaped the devil's attack."
The old hunter shook his head and said:
"Everyone thinks Nat is a bit crazy, but only those of us who have been saved by him know that he can really predict the future. However, the child got separated from us on the way to Stormwind. We don't know if he is in Southshore now."
"Ouch"
While the two were still talking, Naga, which was too big, jumped out of the water onto the deck, swung its trident and knocked a group of soldiers away.
Amidst Jaina's screams, the guy threw a strange spell in this direction, and the shock that erupted when it hit the ground knocked everyone including Jaina and Derek into a coma.
What's even more terrible is that at the moment when his spirit was hit hard, Jaina heard a faint whisper.
Not good!
Teacher Nether-Stalker has specially taught it. This is the whisper of Old God.
The goal of Naga is not to protect Southshore, nor is it for this ship. They are here for their brother and themselves! This is the conspiracy of N'Zoth.
In the dizzy fall, before Jaina fell to the ground, he vaguely saw a shadow door opening under the sea, and the black tentacles were stretching out from it towards the sea.
And he was about to fall into the sea of darkness that seemed to absorb all light.
I am going to be captured by Old God!
Brother!
Jaina used his last lucidity to force himself to release a shot of "Black Ice Arrow", repelling the "Naga Prince" that was attacking Derek, and then splashed like a fish falling into the water.
She could clearly feel herself being wrapped up in the black tentacles and being dragged into the colder water.
But just when Jaina felt like he was suffocating, a ray of light bloomed above the water.
It was not clear through the water, but Jaina could vaguely see the flame-like light hitting the water surface in his dizziness, and Old God's roar could be heard in the surging waves.
Then, a hot and warm flame erupted under the water, dispelling the chill around the girl, and snatched her back from the evil hand with the cutting of the holy blade.
In his final awakening, Jaina felt himself being held in a warm embrace.
The moment she left the sea, there was a pleasant voice saying in her ear:
"Hey! Open your eyes. Don't die, little girl. Vigilant sent us to help you. If you die here, we won't be able to complete our mission!"
Hmm.
The sound is very nice, and Holy Light is also very warm, but a little not stable enough.
An hour later, Southshore's offensive and defensive battle came to an end.
White Pawn led the werewolves to kill the Dragonborn Warriors in the town, but failed to complete the outflank and allowed a group of Dragonborn knights to escape from the battlefield, which was considered an imperfect victory.
But Southshore won!
The capture of this strategic node means that Marshal Lothar can break through the heavy defenses of Lordaeron on Hillsbrad Foothills, and transport more Warrior directly to the land of Northern Borderlands by sea.
It can be said that the capture of Southshore means that it is only a matter of time before Hillsbrad Foothills is recovered.
However, this battle was also very dangerous.
Not to mention the casualties of the lander, the fact that commander Derek Proudmoore was almost assassinated made everyone break out in a cold sweat.
With the current situation of Kul Tiras, and with King Daelin missing, if even Prince Derek dies, there will really be no way to clean up the chaos within the country.
"The little girl's condition is fine. She was just invaded by the illusion of the ancient god. But she learned how to resist this kind of spiritual encroachment from Nether-Stalker, so she only needs to recuperate. The trouble lies with Prince Derek."
In the mayor's hall of Southshore, Nubodon, who had completed the diagnosis and treatment, said with a serious face to Duke Bolvar Fordragon, who took over the command:
"Prince Derek was stabbed by Naga. The weapon was obviously specially made. The physical injuries can be purified, but now I am worried whether his spirit is still intact after facing the ancient god."
"What's the solution?"
Duke Fordragon asked:
"Vigilant Since I sent you here, there must be a way, right?"
"Well, there are two options."
Nubodon said:
"First, send him to Gilneas. Vigilant is sitting there at this time. Bathing in the light of Holy Sun can exorcise evil spirits and eliminate filth for the prince. But Gilneas is at the forefront of the war, and it is more dangerous there than here.
Secondly, let Prince Derek return to Northshire Abbey, and the power of Naaru from Voros the Exalted can also dispel the shadow for him."
"Duke! I brought "Little Prophet". Thanks to Holy Light for blessing him. He has been well taken care of at Southshore."
The old hunter Seventh Legion walked into the hall with a little boy dressed as a fisherman, causing both Bolvar and Nubodon to look back at the malnourished child.
Eredar has a tradition of "prophet", so Bolvar invited Nubodon to test whether this boy is as magical as the soldiers said.
Shaman squatted down, looked at the frightened child, and asked:
"Can you see certain images of the future in your dreams?"
"I don't know if that's true."
The little boy whispered:
"And I have met you, Draenei. No, Broken Nubodon! You will become the Shaman leader of Draenei. I have also met the big sister named "Yrel".
She.
She should be dead, and she died miserably."
"Confirmed."
Nubodon nodded, stood up and said to Duke Bolvar:
"This child is indeed a prophet who has not yet awakened. He has the same talent as Prophet Velen, and can see the past or the future, but he cannot master this ability well. If you are willing, we will be responsible for sending Nat Pagle to Draenor to be taught by Prophet Velen.
Humanity will also have its own prophets in the future."
"Fish!"
The little boy who was brought didn't know what happened, but he suddenly pointed at the room where Prince Derek was resting and shouted:
"A six-eyed flying fish is jumping out of River of Shadows. It wants to "take away" the poor man. Get rid of it quickly, otherwise we will all forget him. It is "eating" the poor man.
Ah, what a big fish."
Great Uncle reacted quickly, kicked the door to pieces, then held up Holy Light and shouted loudly, letting the golden Blinding Light scatter all over the room. Everyone clearly heard the screams and shattering of some kind of creature.
"Prince Derek can't stay here anymore!"
Bolvar made a prompt decision, it said:
"Gavinrad General escorts him and Princess Jaina to Gilneas immediately. He has been targeted by the ancient gods. Only Vigilant can protect him at this time."