A Narrow Victory

"Just as expected of the Zandalari Golden Fleet with its guidance systems. With that accuracy, even the Kul Tiras Royal Navy could only pale in comparison." Rend could not help but marvel at the Zandalari Golden Fleet's absurdly high hit rate. Every time it attacked, it left people in disbelief, yet that was the reality. Who knew how those Zandalari Trolls did it?

Even the Iron Fleet's armor and the Blood Elf Magic Fleet's magical shields could not withstand the Zandalari Golden Fleet's ballista bombardment forever. These specially made Zandalari ballistae possessed astonishing penetration and explosive power.

"Full speed ahead! Ram those bastards! Endure the Zandalari Golden Fleet's ballista fire and smash into their warships! I want to see whether wooden ships are tougher or iron plating is tougher!" Kara Cape gritted his teeth in fury at the situation. That hit rate had to be cheating. Enraged, he chose to endure the Zandalari Golden Fleet's ballista attacks in exchange for a chance to ram them at close range. No matter how sturdy wooden warships were, they could never be harder than ironclads.

The closer they got, the higher the hit rate became, and within a certain range, the Zandalari Golden Fleet could even achieve a one-hundred-percent hit rate. To keep the Iron Fleet's losses from becoming too severe during that period, Kara Cape deployed the carrier's air units. "Carrier flight squadron, provide cover!"

They had discovered in the Broken Isles that the storm drakes of Stormheim possessed a unique ability to navigate through storms. Though merely dragonkin, storm drakes were far superior to gryphons and wyverns. Thus, Rend had simply replaced the aircraft carrier's flying units with storm drakes.

The storm drake squadron soared into the sky, nimbly evading the Zandalari Golden Fleet's ballista bolts before flying over the Zandalari