I play as a beast in World of Warcraft

With Lordaeron here, Onyxia is not worried about Arthas running away.

She is also a Magister in human form. The black dragon attribute has strong control over flames. It is really not nonsense for her to be a Mage.

In the southern waters of the Blade's Edge Mountains, the Kul Tiras fleet awaits the Horde's fleet.

After the tribe occupied the southern land, they failed to attack the dwarves' Ironforge and the infused Omorrigan. They only sent the Bleeding Circle clan to monitor, and most of them took ships to Lordaeron.

Only by killing the Human Alliance can the ORC take root on this land.

The terrain of the eastern continent is obviously divided into upper and lower parts, connected by the Saldo Bridge.

As long as the alliance sends troops to guard this road, it can be said that it is almost a natural chasm, and the ORC will be destined to die.

If you want to cross a bridge that is nearly a hundred meters long, you cannot use heavy weapons.

Once the bridge is blown up, the ORC will lose its way to attack.

Before the bridge, ORC must cross a large swamp called the Wetland, which even adventurers are not willing to approach.

If you are not good, you will be swallowed by the mire inside, and you will die without knowing how.

Coupled with the temperature and poisonous insects, if the Alliance soldiers ambush here, the ORC will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

In this case, attacking by riding is the best option.

Orc chief Orgrim befriended the forest trolls and allowed the trolls to join the tribe and bring some ship-building technology in exchange for promising to rescue their leader from prison.

Together with Azeroth's most greedy Goblin merchants, a sailing fleet was quickly formed.

There are basically no artillery on it, only large crossbows, which are not qualified for naval battles at all. These are enough in Orgrim's opinion, he just needs some troop transport ships.

As the tribal flag appeared on the sea, the long-awaited navy Admiral Daelin also picked up the friction and shiny long knife and waved it in the air, "Give the order to go down and fight the ORC fleet. Put in a gun for me and kill them all Sink into the sea!"

Thirty warships lined up in a row, facing the ORC ships coming in the wind, when they entered the shooting range.

The artillery fired the rifling, and the black powder exploded and pushed the shell hard. The roar of fifteen artillery pieces, thirty warships, and four hundred and fifty artillery pieces even stopped the waves of the ocean.

Boom!

The shells landed near the ORC battleship, and more than 400 shells hit more than 350 hits.

One shot penetrated the deck of the ORC battleship, even the flag was interrupted, and morale suddenly dropped to a new level.

"Put up your shield, speed up, and hit him!"

Captain ORC was still roaring orders, and the second salvo of the Alliance Navy began again.

Orgrim was also on the battleship. He looked at the troop transports that were being sunk. His face was extremely ugly. "Let the red dragons at the back come forward to destroy those fleets!"

"As you wish, Warchief." It was the ORCs of the Dragonmaw clan who spoke. They used Demon's Souls to defeat the Red Dragon Queen who came to check, imprisoned her in a castle, and enslaved her to send red dragons to help in the battle. 

The three adult red dragons behind them reluctantly took off into the air. Although they were unwilling to obey the orders of the orc, the life of the Red Dragon Queen was in the hands of the other party, and they had to obey even if they refused.

Moreover, humans are nothing more than ants in their eyes. If they are killed, they will be killed. It is nothing serious. Between the queen and the humans, the lives of their own kind are obviously more important.

Just as the red dragon on the tribe's side took off, the Alliance Navy received the message, "Report to Admiral that a red dragon has taken off."

Daelin saw three adult dragons through the telescope. This kind of dragon is basically a nuclear weapon level for humans. It requires hundreds of mages and careful arrangements to kill them, and the result is heavy casualties.

So he immediately issued the order, "Retreat and drop the mines!"

With Arthas's reminder, Daelin had no intention of engaging in battle. As a seasoned veteran, he was well aware of the destructive power of the dragons and chose to retreat without hesitation.

This decision was influenced by Arthas's status; otherwise, he might have disregarded it. If things went wrong, he would have to face consequences, and without a strong position, predicting accurately would be humiliating.

Kul Tiras' navy didn't even engage the dragon and simply retreated.

The three giant dragons were still stunned for a moment. Since they didn't have to fight, they were willing to chase after them, as long as they could drive away the humans.

While they weren't afraid of making enemies, they didn't seek conflict for the sake of it; that would be pure malice.

Orgrim was taken aback, Is this the Alliance's army? Just this? A few shots and they run? Treating him like a dog in heat? 

"Chase them down, kill them!"

"Orcs will never be slaves!"

The orcs who drank the blood of demons roared, their blood inciting their violent nature, like enraged male dogs, they all chased after.

However, soon a massive explosion was heard.

Boom! 

A transport ship seemed to hit something, causing a large hole in the hull. Sea water poured in, increasing the weight, and the ship slowly sank into the sea.

Even the fierce orcs couldn't help but feel fear at the prospect of impending death, crying out for help, unwilling to accept such a humiliating death.

Predatory marine creatures were already circling in the water, even murlocs came to feast. Catching a drowning orc meant a meal, in the eyes of the murlocs, except for their own kind, almost everything was edible 'food'!

"What's going on!" Orgrim roared in anger, feeling he had been tricked!

"Mine! There is a mine in the water!" Adjutant Eitrigg reported the situation.

Orgrim suddenly remembered those gnomes they encountered before, burying a large number of mines in the snow, causing orcs to be blasted away when attacking Orgrimmar! "Damn gnomes!"

Clearly, he held the gnomes accountable for this, and if the Grand Artisan Mekkatorque knew, he would probably be furious.

Isn't this a case of trouble coming out of nowhere? But even if he knew, he wouldn't care; they were enemies, and making them suffer was quite satisfying!