Chapter 3 Chapter two

At the very first moment, everyone was trying their best to restrain their inner fear and force themselves to concentrate on the upcoming battle.The fleet rowed by the dead sailed out of the fog. Their skin was pale, with a hint of rotting corpse green in the white, their bodies were wrapped in strands of seaweed, and their clothes soaked in seawater were ragged.The Kvaldir put away their oars, jumped into the water screaming and wailing, and rushed up to the shore. There are these huge monsters everywhere. They describe them as sick, but they have the speed that undead creatures should not have.A second enemy ship approached the Bones of Mannoroth, and what was said to be the spirits of the dead began to attack the living.Those who washed up on the beach narrowed the siege on Kane and Garrosh. Their attacks were so fast that some of Garrosh's fighters fell to the ground before they had time to raise their weapons.

However, Kane's speed was also beyond imagination. He was not like those orcs who were stunned and even turned and ran away.Let the horse come!With a loud shout, he rushed towards a tall undead warrior. At the same time, he swung his ancestral spear and hit the surrounding enemies with the handle engraved with runes.They quickly dodged the spear attack, and amidst the howling and screaming, Kane still clearly heard the wind of the spear blowing away.All of Kane's weapons have been blessed by shamans, and this rune spear is no exception, even ghosts can still kill them. "Keep fighting!" Kane yelled, "The only way to escape is to die!"

He was right.They can't advance or retreat now, not only can't retreat back to Warsong Castle, but also can't rush to the battleship parked in the middle of the sea, not to mention that the battleship is also under attack now.They were surrounded in the open field— No, not on open ground. "Retreat!" Kane yelled and revoked the order just now.He raised his voice as high as he could, over the horrific screams of the Kvaldir and the battle cries of the few remaining members of the warsong army. "Retreat to the Great Hall of Garrosh's Landing!" There they could rest, draw up plans, and regroup.Either way, it's better than staying put and fighting to the death without any strategy.

Considering the orc's reckless and impulsive personality, Kane thought that Garrosh would probably object.Unexpectedly, Garrosh listened to his call, took out a horn from his waist and blew it vigorously, then raised his hand and pointed to the west.The members of the tribe immediately moved towards the direction of his finger, cutting and killing the undead creatures around them while running.Some failed to break through and were decapitated or disemboweled by the Kvaldir with their great double-bladed axes.It wasn't easy even for Kane, when suddenly a pale arm reached out and grabbed the runespear violently, trying to wrest it from his grasp.Kane didn't push much, but let the terrible monster drag him close.

Under the Rune Spear, any enemy must die. He yelled and lunged forward. The tip of the spear pierced deeply.The Kvaldir stared wide-eyed, spitting blood and falling to the ground dead.Kane stared.Flesh and bones!Garrosh was right to be skeptical about Tusca lore.These ghostly things are just living things.And as long as it is alive... it can be killed. Excited by this secret, Kane walked steadily towards the fog-shrouded hall.Now it seemed they could only be vrykul, and the mists were just a cover for them.There are already some fighters who are one step ahead of him.Kane noticed with surprise that two of the three doors in the hall had been damaged.One is completely gone, and the other is left with only a hinge.

His eyes fell on a long table where soldiers used to drink and dine when the fighting was lulled.Even now, there are dusty and tattered lamps, wine glasses and bowls on the table.Kane swung these things flying with a strong arm, and then grabbed the long table with both hands.He hummed softly, carried the table on his shoulders, then picked up the bench and ran towards the door. Garrosh grinned at him. "You are really smart and strong, old cow." Although he was reluctant to express admiration in his voice, it was always sincere anyway. "You guys! Take these boxes! Everyone else, get in, get in!"

The soldiers followed orders.Kane raised the table with one hand and waited for the last troll to fall.He was bleeding profusely from a knife in his leg and could only limped into the hall.As soon as he entered the door, Kane immediately flashed in, tilted the table slightly and stuck it firmly in the doorway.In the blink of an eye, the temporary door was knocked violently and vibrated.Then there were more "undead" screams and smashing sounds outside. Kane continued to strengthen the barrier at the door, taking a long breath while facing the sky. "They are enemies, but living enemies," he told them. "Garrosh, you're right. The Kvaldir are actually vrykul. They use the mist and their hideous attire as a weapon to instill fear in their enemies before attacking. This terrified me too at first— I didn't understand what they were doing until I killed one with a rune spear."

"No matter what they are, we won't be able to hold on for long." Cloudcaller panted heavily, using his broad back to support the crumbling "gate".Others pushed hard with their arms.The shamans and druids in the party tried their best to tend to the wounded, but many people were injured-too many.The remaining third of the team were wounded, some of them quite seriously. "These boxes—are there weapons in them? Anything we can use." It's a good idea, but not very promising.Most people drop supply crates when countering enemies.After all, it was foolish to carry a heavy box while fleeing to the hall for refuge.

"We have nothing," Kane said. "There is nothing but courage." He took a deep breath, wanting to say something to motivate him and Garrosh's men, there is no doubt that this will be their last battle.Garrosh interrupted him, however. "We have courage, yes," said Garrosh, "but we also have others. We will pay for the false ghosts who try to fool us. They think we are vulnerable once we leave the fortress, and they want Retake this landing point. And they will see the Horde's wrath!" He strode to the center of the hall and lifted a woven blanket that was spread on the floor.Beneath the blanket is a trapdoor.Garrosh snorted forcefully, and slowly pulled the door open.The trap on the door popped open with a clang, revealing a small, sunken space below.

It was full of grenades, piled high like watermelons. Some fighters cheered, others looked at Garrosh in bewilderment. "These things are what you keep in case of any eventuality, right?" Kane asked in surprise. "In preparation for the fall of Warsong Castle?" Kane had always known that the orcs weren't keen on having a backup plan.They don't even want to imagine possible failure.And Garrosh apparently did just that - burying a crate of vital weapons in the sand for emergencies.They will come in handy when the orcs are in retreat. Garrosh nodded slightly, "This is not a pleasant idea."

"But this is the sign of being a leader, grasping all possibilities, even unpleasant, even unimaginable." Kane said, "Well done, Garrosh." Kane still bowed his head to pay tribute to him. The remnants of the Warsong Crusade swarmed for these small but deadly weapons.The knocking outside was non-stop, the boxes piled up as barricades were pushed in, and the long table that served as the gate also began to shatter under the attack.Kane moved his hoofs and changed positions to continue to withstand the barricade, while the others loaded grenades on their bodies.At this moment Garrosh straightened up and nodded to Kane. "One, two, three!" Kane yelled.Kane stepped back on the count of three, along with the orcs guarding the other two gates.Kane dropped the table, and the other orcs opened the door.With a massive battle-axe in each hand, Garrosh yelled his father's signature battle cry as he slashed at the pretended ghosts, spreading violence and death among them.Kane stepped back to let the others go first.They rushed in the direction of the ship, throwing grenades where the Kvaldir had gathered.Several explosions cleared a path, leaving only corpses on the ground.They bought a precious moment before the next wave of Kvaldir rushed up. "Go, go!" Kane urged, turning around and running towards the place where he put the spear.He quickly slung the spear behind his back.If he had to struggle in the next few minutes, it would be all over.Real battles can only take place on board.He was empty-handed, so he picked up a seriously injured orc as if nothing was there, and ran towards the ship at full speed. The Bone of Mannoroth has been damaged in battle, but appears to be sailable.At least that's how Kane appears to be. Not four steps ahead, a troll fell, with a battle ax stuck in his back.Kane felt a throbbing pain in his heart, and there would be a chance to remember the dead later, but now all Kane could do was step over his body and continue running. His hooves were deep in the sand.His speed slowed, and this wasn't the first time he'd cursed the effects of the years on his body.Suddenly there was a terrible roar, and a Kvaldir rushed at him, swinging a tomahawk in muscular arms.Kane tried his best to dodge the attack, but he was still a step too late.The ax sliced ​​through his waist, and he let out a painful grunt. Finally he reached the finish line and flew into a small boat.The boat, full of wounded men, was immediately launched and immediately became the target of the attack.Kane had to fend off the Kvaldir on the narrow, swaying boat, while the two orcs paddled like mad.After a while, he turned his head and glanced at the coastline. The bodies of "ghosts" were scattered on the beach.There are also the bodies of heroic tribesmen. Yet some of these "corpses" are still moving.Kane squinted his eyes, and jumped into the water at the same time as the boat leaned against the bone of Mannoroth, half swimming and half waddling, finally boarded the beach and came to the side of the wounded.He intends to do everything possible to avoid increased casualties. He made six full round trips to get the helpless wounded to safety.Garrosh's men had run out of grenades, and there was now almost as much blood on the beach as sand.The hideous mixture of blood and sand smeared his hooves as he ran.He heard Garrosh's battle cry echoing from the beach, galvanizing his warriors, and even Kaine himself, until all who could be saved were saved. "Garosh!" Kane yelled. His voice trembled from the six bleeding wounds on his body.Kane looked over to Garrosh.He was dripping with blood all over his body. While roaring incoherently, he swung two tomahawks like a whirlwind, beheading the enemies one by one.He was so engrossed in the fight that he failed to heed Kane's call.So the tauren ran towards him and grabbed Garrosh's arm.The orc turned in surprise and raised his tomahawk, but stopped just in time. "Retreat! We've taken the wounded! It's time to fight on board!" Kane yelled, shaking his arms. Garrosh nodded. "Back off!" he shouted to prevent a crash. "Retreat to Chuan! We will continue to fight and kill the enemies on the water!" The few remaining warriors immediately turned around and rushed towards the shore, jumped into the boat and rowed towards the Bone of Mannoroth.A Kvaldir grabbed a hapless orc and dragged her from the skiff to the shore to chop off her hands and feet.Kane forced himself to ignore her screams, pushed the last boat into the water with all his strength, and capsized himself. Several giants have already boarded the ship.Captain Tuna was giving the order to set sail, and the sailors responded in a flurry of orders.The anchor hook was drawn and the boat headed for the open water.Kvaldir's warships continued their pursuit, shrouded in a cold, sticky mist.Now that everyone knew they were facing a living enemy, the situation was less dire, but the danger was still real.While the survivors of the Warsong Crusade fled, the crews fought on their own.But now with soldiers at their side to meet the enemy, they can concentrate on their work.The Kvaldir warship approached, and from such a close distance Kane could see the vile and furious faces of these murderous enemies. "Don't let them aboard!" Garrosh yelled.He knocked down one of his opponents with the axe, and before the corpse had ceased its twitching, he leaped over it, chopping off the hands of a Kvaldir trying to climb onto the deck.The Kvaldir fell screaming into the icy water. "Tuna! Take us into the deep sea! We must get rid of them!" The crew nervously followed orders.Kane, Garrosh and the others fought frantically like devils.Archers and musketeers were firing on the enemy ships.Some archers fired their arrows at the sails.People cheered when the arrow hit.Bright yellow flames pierced the cold gray mist, and the sails crackled in the spreading fire.The Bone of Mannoroth staggered into the depths.Kane thought the Kovaldir would be in hot pursuit, but they didn't follow.He heard some scrambling to put out the fire so as not to endanger the ship, others rushing to the bows and cursing and cursing in their nasty tongues at the Horde ship that was quickly disappearing into the distance. Kane suddenly felt severe pain in the wounds and muscles all over his body.He let himself lie down on the boat, closed his eyes and squinted for a moment.Those who pretend to be ghosts can swear as much as they like.Far fewer people died today than they expected. For now, Kane thought wearily, enough was enough.