In short, it was clear that for the time being, there was no point counting on that Slaaneshi fellow to show up anytime soon. That was the only answer the Herald of Death could get.
"Bring Nurgle's fleet straight to the front to hold off those Elf ships. Everyone else, wipe out those pain-in-the-ass ships in the rear! Have Tzeentch's fleet cast spells. Give it everything you've got!"
As the Herald of Death spoke, a massive figure appeared above the Ship of Misfortune.
It was... the silhouette of a huge green-skinned brute.
Judging by its movements, it was about to stomp the Ship of Misfortune to pieces, just like it had the Lantern Fish Ship earlier.
In fact, when the Chosen of Khorne saw it—or rather, when he pretended not to see it—he waited until he felt it was safe to look. By then, some time had already passed since Gork's Hammer had crashed in.
What was more, when the Bloodaxe Tribe's greenskins had just let loose a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, someone had deliberately made a few rather loud noises...
After all, the greenskins' roars might have been deafening, but they were out at sea, the fleets ahead were fighting, and there were some rather philosophical sounds coming from inside the ship.
Drowning those sounds out was easy.
So, in reality, the Bloodaxe Tribe's greenskins had already charged right into Tzeentch's fleet.
In fact, Tzeentch's ships had barely managed to slow them down at all.
After all, the greenskins were facing one Orc Big Boss after another.
After so many battles, Lin Yun already had more than a thousand Orc Big Bosses alone. Against these Tzeentch Chaos Warriors and Chaos Sorcerers, they might not have been able to steamroll everything outright, but they were firmly