Titan Tour of Azeroth

In the endless sea, on the sea. .

Because one of the voyages planned in advance is very the same, so the fleets of the alliance and the tribe are unexpectedly encountered.

The situation at the time was like this. The buddies of the Alliance were singing loudly, and the boat song echoed on the sea for a long time.

"Be careful, be careful, the daughter of the sea, you listen to her shouting ~~~ Oh ... um? What is that? Is it on fire on the sea? Lookout tower, hurry!"

The scout responsible for the alert immediately took out the telescope and looked at the sea not far away.

At the same time, the opposing fleet was also observing the Alliance, but the working environment was a bit painful due to the vigilance of the tribal elders.

Behind the **** of the friendly ship in front, it was called a thick billowing smoke. The thick long chimney was like a fire. The elder of the black smoke dragger did not blame the misunderstanding of the alliance opposite.

"I'm ... cough cough cough ... watching ... cough cough cough ... don't spray it! Let the boat in front stop! Cough cough ... I must tell the chieftain to change it later Good quality ... cough cough ... coal ... "

Subsequently, the alliance's old men finally found out the specific situation.

Oops, it turned out that it was not a fire on the sea, it was a tribal pig riding a horse!

The bored soldiers who had been tired of seeing the same view of the sea on both sides immediately found new fun. They rushed out and squeezed on the edge of the battleship deck, eyebrowing at the opponent's fleet not far away, or making various rudeness. gesture.

"Haha, you stupid tribal pigs haven't sank to the bottom of the sea to feed sharks. Look at your broken ship. It's a litter of fire. Also, are you sure that those rough and broken airships will not suddenly explode, Hahahahahahah! "

"Cunning alliance dog, sinking is your first sinking! Exploding is also your first bombing! The glorious tribe will kill the Lich King for you! Also, do n’t underestimate the warship of the tribe!"

"Get off the tribal pig!"

"Dead Alliance Dog!"

Hessian goblin goblin and rusty water goblin goblin merchants who went to Northrend together with the army listened to the chaos outside and the noisy cries of cursing. They all felt that the soldiers were mentally ill. It hasn't stopped for half an hour.

The goblin merchants certainly don't go to war, they are to open up new airship routes and make war money.

This group of war mongers who demand money, they follow behind the **** of the army of the alliance and the tribe. Wherever the army hits, their mobile vendors appear.

So you can often see the soldiers of the Alliance or the Horde playing hungry, turning back and sitting on the chair of the mobile vendors of goblin profiteers, buying some battlefield snacks to fill their stomachs, and then wipe their mouths and copy up their weapons. , Continue to work on the front line.

Sometimes the fight was fierce. The human brain hit the dog brain. The scene was a mess. Maybe the Alliance soldiers accidentally ran to the stalls of the Rusty Water Chasm. The Horde soldiers accidentally ran to the stalls of the Heisuo Chae. Looking at each other fiercely, eating at the same time as usual, ran back to his position after eating, patting the buttocks, and continuing to work, it would almost become a hidden rule of the battlefield.

On the other hand, when the Alliance and the Horde's Pioneer Fortress are established, the goblins will immediately build airships in the fortresses of the two sides to dock the tower, and open the Kalimdor mainland and the Eastern Kingdoms mainland to Northrend passenger airship flights.

Although the airship is not as safe as a passenger seaboat, it is at least fast and cheap, so adventurers love to ride this thing.

If you were unlucky and crashed on the spot. . . Oops, then we have no choice, insurance? What insurance?

The word is right, the fleets of the two sides are confronting each other on the surface of the endless sea. . . No, it is a curse.

The reprimands of the grass-roots soldiers and even the lower-level officers immediately attracted the attention of the high-level commanders of both parties. The Grand Duke of Beval was very restrained and immediately ordered to stop the soldiers' unreasonable behavior.

The tribe was more unrestrained, and his boss immediately rolled up his sleeves and played in person.

Garrush rushed out of his captain's room and jumped to the flagship observation deck, posing in a swallowing pose, sighing Dantian, he took a deep breath, and then. . .

"Alliance dog! You dare to provoke the invincible tribe! You are looking for your own way!"

"The cannonball is loaded ... No, it's not a high-explosive bomb, you stupid pig, get a solid bullet! Have you forgotten the internal truce of the Northern Expedition Coalition! Fire!"

Of course, brother Garrosh is not stupid, he will not do anything that he really wants to fight, he is also just to vent a boring sea voyage.

The ordered tribal artillery immediately reloaded, then the solid shells were softly shot out, and fell in the sea water more than ten meters away from the alliance fleet, setting off huge waves.

The alliance suddenly blew up at the sight, and the soldiers quickly began to fight back.

A solid junk iron ball shouted out of the cannon and landed accurately on the front, back, left, and right sides of the Horde Fleet.

"Haha, stupid tribal pig, your gunner's skills are not comparable to that of my presbyopic grandmother, feel the superb artillery from Kul Tiras, ha ha ha!"

"Warriors of the Horde, let that group of dogs know what accurate artillery is!"

Tribal gunners immediately started their own fancy performances. The solid iron ball landed in a variety of thrilling ways on the course of less than five meters in front of the alliance fleet. ~ Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There was another wave of waves.

Anyway, everyone knows that this kind of iron breaking ball is useless, and there is no threat to the thick armored warship. Even if you accidentally hit it, at most it will leave a small pit, so I play chanting.

Grand Duke Berval opened the small window of the captain's room, watched the fancy performances of the two sides' sailors, and ridiculed and scolded, and finally shook his head helplessly.

Let them go, the soldiers are indeed fed up with this extremely boring ocean sailing, they need to vent.

After a few hours, the two fleets began to slowly separate, and the same voyage was over.

"Come on, tribal pigs, be careful not to die in the hands of the Lich King and become those disgusting zombies, and finally rely on our alliance to destroy you stupid pigs."

"What you should worry about is that you, cunning alliance dogs, don't be surrounded by the army of undead, and finally weep and cry to the glorious tribe to rush you to rescue you, ha ha ha."

Soldiers shouted to the opposite with vulgar blessings in disguise.

Although there are all kinds of satire and insults between the lines, the soldiers on both sides understood that it was a blessing and encouragement to each other's upcoming war.

Grassroots soldiers, their thinking is actually very simple. In the current period of this great enemy, fighting together, the sense of camp opposition is also minimized.

The distance between the two fleets is getting farther and farther, and then they continue to run to their respective final landing sites.

There was a **** and brutal war waiting for them.