Flaming arrows shot rapidly downward from the hands of the knights riding gryphons.
The arrows pierced through the air.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The sounds of arrows cutting through the air rang out one after another. Their speed did nothing to extinguish the flames burning on them; instead, the flames blazed even more fiercely as the arrows flew.
Flaming arrows rained down from the sky.
From a distance, the sight was spectacular, like a rain of fire.
The Gryphon Riders moved swiftly, shooting arrow after arrow like machine guns.
As the flaming arrows fell, their flames touched the oil, and fire surged upward with a whoosh.
Raging flames began to burn.
Fiery red light shone everywhere, and a sea of fire covered the surface below.
The greatest advantage of the oil was that it did not simply disperse when it fell into seawater. Instead, it pooled together. Only a small portion actually dissolved in the seawater; most of it remained gathered together.
When the flaming arrows fell, none of that oil went to waste. It immediately burst into fierce flames.
Every vessel in Azeroth's fleets was built from wood rather than iron.
Compared with the materials from Rex's previous life, this wood might have been just as tough, but however tough it was, it was still wood.
Such material caught fire easily when exposed to flames.
Even though the fleet had some resistance to fire, with oil constantly pouring down and flaming arrows raining endlessly from the sky,
it was no use. The flames burned ever more fiercely.
The Dragonhawk Riders now took on a dedicated role, doing the same work as the Netherwing Knights.
They began transporting oil and pouring it down from the sky, dousing the undead fleet to feed the flames.
"Attack the portal!"
"Attack the portal immediately!"