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For some reason, Tannis's words made Daelin feel a deep sense of malice. As Tannis spoke, a warship with a metallic hull reflecting the sunlight slowly flew out from the clouds in the sky and flew over Daelin and his companions.

"The kingship has no eternity."

15. The surging tide

Dailin has retreated.

Despite the burning rage within him that yearned to annihilate all the orcs, as a leader of a nation, Daelin clearly understood the difference between courage and recklessness. Faced with Ratchet, which had been inexplicably monitoring his side and displaying astonishing hostility, Daelin knew that his small force was no match for the still-under-construction Orgrimmar, and his fleet's supplies were insufficient to support a siege.

Tanis, who had been monitoring the situation, breathed a long sigh of relief after confirming Daelin's retreat. While she wasn't afraid of a full-blown war with Daelin and was confident that joining forces with the orcish tribes would ensure Daelin and his soldiers didn't return, the problem lay in the fact that if Ratchet truly went to war with Kul Tiras, the Alliance might very well use that as a pretext to force Ratchet to admit it wasn't entirely neutral. In that case, Ratchet might find itself in a passive position...

"Judging from the situation, Daelin is preparing to retreat to Theramore. Once Daelin arrives in Theramore, he and Jaina will waste time due to ideological conflicts. The values ​​of the Theramore soldiers who participated in the Battle of Hyjal will also clash with those of the veterans under Daelin's command. Thus, Daelin will be unable to launch another decent attack for at least a month... A month to master the flight path is quite difficult..."

Gazlowe, who was also watching the situation closely with Tannis, stroked his chin and figured out where Daelin's fleet was headed and what might happen next.

"A month...and only a few new cargo ships have been launched yet...but for now, we can only take it one step at a time...that guy Dailin...if it weren't for his special status, I would have wiped out his fleet with my drone air force long ago!!"

Tanis gritted her teeth.

"There's nothing we can do, that's just damn politics, full of concessions and compromises—and we're the ones who want to grab a piece of the pie, so let's just bear with it for now."

"That's true... huh?"

Tannis suddenly frowned, tapped her fingers on the control panel of the mechanical assistant a few times, and projected a model of a blue sea area.

"what happened?"

Seeing Tanis's actions, Gazlowe knew that something unexpected must have happened.

"Why are all these lobster-men crawling towards the shore? It's not their breeding season!"

—————————————Dailin's Fleet————————————————————

"Swish, swish, swish."

Inside the captain's cabin of the flagship, Dalin gripped his sword and sharpened it on the whetstone again and again, each strike sending up a small spark from the blade.

"General, an urgent letter from Stormwind."

Glennis entered the captain's cabin and handed a letter to the admiral. Daelin nodded, sheathed his sword, and took the letter to read it carefully. By the time he finished reading the last word, his face had turned ashen.

"They actually dare to criticize my actions for potentially incurring the Steamwheedle Consortium's wrath against the Alliance? Do those bastards in Stormwind even know that Ratchet is helping the Orcish Horde?"

"Even if they knew, they would ignore it, Admiral. You see, one-third of Stormwind's nobles trade with the Gadgetzan Consortium. If the Gadgetzan Consortium's relationship with the Alliance breaks down, a significant portion of those nobles will likely go bankrupt, won't they?"

Daelin's chief mage—Shal the Lightbringer—also entered the captain's cabin. The email had been magically sent to him by Stormwind, so he was well aware of how much the Ratchet incident had been blown out of proportion in Stormwind.

"Those... parasites! Have they forgotten the vengeance for King Llane, forgotten the blood of Ser Lothar?!"

Daelin punched the ship's bulkhead. The pressure from his allies made him feel incredibly frustrated. What frustrated him even more was that it had only been a few years, yet some in the Alliance had already begun to selectively forget their hatred for the Horde!

Just as the three were speechless, an inexplicable and enormous force struck Dailin's flagship without warning. The powerful impact made Dailin feel the entire ship 'jump' slightly. At the same time, the terrified shouts of the sailors outside reached Dailin's ears.

"Kraken! Kraken!!"

"what?"

Upon hearing the name of the deep-sea monster, Daelin kicked open the hatch and rushed onto the deck. What came into view were several tentacles shooting into the sky, several ships that were entangled and struggling to stay afloat with the blessing of the Tide Sage, and a snake-tailed monster trying to climb onto its own ship and kill its own warrior.

"Naga???"

————————————————Black Coast————————————————————

In this narrow coastal forest, a group of night elf warriors were running wildly. Their heavy armor, the cloaks with sharp blades on their backs, and the strange weapons in their hands all hinted at their identity.

The Night Elves' most mysterious force, the Wardens, are the jailers responsible for guarding the most heinous criminals.

"I can feel it, I can feel the stench of fel energy emanating from Illidan."

Maiev quickened her pace upon smelling her prey. Soon, the coastline of Darkshore came into view, and her prey—Illidan, a tall man with two horns on his head and bat wings on his back—came into sight.

"Surrender, Illidan! You have nowhere to retreat!"

Seeing Illidan standing on a huge reef, seemingly doing something, Maiev shouted a warning.

"No way out? You're the one with nowhere to go, Maiev."

Illidan tilted his head slightly and 'looked' at Maiev with his fel-infused eyes. As he spoke, waves surged on the cloud-covered sea. Something, something that lived in the ocean, was trying to set foot on land again because of Illidan's call.

"Stop your evil magic, traitor!!"

Maiev propelled herself forward, shooting towards Illidan like a meteor. Unbeknownst to her, in the instant she flashed away, a strange smile appeared on Illidan's face.

"Traitor, ah... what a fine 'title'. Well, you've never seen the 'truth' from beginning to end."

As the tide surged, the Naga appeared. Maiev was intercepted halfway by several Naga guards and could only watch helplessly as Illidan leisurely boarded a small boat.

“Have some fun with my new servants, Maiev.”

16. Taking advantage of someone's misfortune

Of course, Tanis, who was far away in the Tinker Tower in Ratchet, had no idea that the anomaly in the ocean was related to Illidan's Stormrage, which was hundreds of thousands of miles away. At the moment, she was squatting in the command center, commanding the Ratchet guards with Gazlowe and Oversbark on the front line to stop the tide of lobster people that were coming in like a tidal wave—and what was worse behind them.

"Ha ha ha! Come on, lobsters! Taste the latest achievement of dwarf engineering!"

At the forward outpost, Overspark gripped the controllers tightly, laughing maniacally as he directed several land-based heat beam cannons that had been deployed from their camouflaged positions along the coast to bombard the enemy. The scorching beams swept across the sea, creating billowing white mists that killed or wounded any Lobster-men that came into contact with them.

"Overspark, Master Craftsman, be mindful of energy conservation! These lobster-men are just the vanguard. My reconnaissance planes indicate that Naga, Hydras, and Dragon Turtles are behind them! I don't want to hear news of enemy landings due to overloaded coastal defense guns!"

While reminding Overspark through the communicator, Tennys pressed her right hand against her glasses, directing the drone bombing squad to move back and forth across the sea. Each bomb drop caused a large number of lobster-man corpses to float to the surface.

"Don't worry! I know what I'm doing! By the way, this is the first time I've known that so many seafood products live on the coast of Ratchet! How come I've never noticed before?"

Overspark complained loudly over the communications channel.

"I just found out about this, buddy. God knows what's gotten into these Naga?"

Gazlowe sat inside a strangely shaped machine, shaking the joystick. He was remotely controlling a manned flying golem that combined the strengths of gnomes, goblins, and celestial technology. This enormous robot, which could be considered a stage achievement of the Tinker's engineering system, had astonishing combat power. Wherever it went, neither the lobster people nor the Naga who were beginning to land on land could withstand a single blow from it.

"Let's figure out what's wrong with them after we wipe them out. After all, seafood is still quite valuable—"

Tannis flicked the button on her eye twice, and several drones that had run out of ammunition flew in front of the two Naga spellcasters who were about to cast spells and detonated themselves, blasting them into a daze.

"Yes, yes, whether it's lobster flesh, Naga scales, multi-headed monster hides, or dragon turtle shells, they're all good stuff. After we finish the fight, 70% of the loot goes to Ratchet, and you take half of the remaining 30%, I take a small share, and the rest is distributed as rewards?"

Gazlowe happily caught a dragon turtle, pried open its shell, and then blasted its spine off with a single shot.

"...Is it really okay to be discussing how to sell them out before we've even completely annihilated them?"

Overspark's lips twitched. Despite having been in Ratchet for a long time, he still couldn't get used to the goblins' thought process, which started with commerce.

"Isn't it better to split profits as early as possible? Besides! I protest that I only get half!"

"Half a portion is more than enough for my daughter! This should effectively alleviate your debt crisis!"

"My G0 project and the Gaborga project have both been put on hold because we don't have the money! Dad!"

"Didn't the bulk of that work already get outsourced to the Repairmen's Guild? The projects you're left with aren't expensive at all!"

Listening to the father and daughter's cheerful banter on the communication channel, Overspark, who suddenly felt he had lost out, cleared his throat.

"I also have a project about to launch, how about I get half of the spoils?"

————————————————Bombing Divider——————————————————

After three chaotic hours, the sea finally returned to calm. The corpses of lobster-men, nagas, multi-headed monsters, and dragon turtles lay scattered on the beach or drifted in the ocean with the waves. Blood stained the sand and made the ocean appear much darker.

"What a great harvest!"

Gazlowe stroked his chin, looking with satisfaction at the spoils being salvaged and sorted by the Ratchet City salvage crew below. Although the sudden incident had damaged some of Ratchet City's port facilities and caused some ships to suffer heavy losses due to the war, it was all worth it compared to these spoils!

"Excluding the escaped Naga, we have obtained a total of fourteen Naga spellcasters and one hundred and twenty-seven Naga warriors."

Tanis walked over to Gazlowe, frowned, and spoke.

"This number... could it be that a Naga tribe has sent out their entire force? The question is, why would they do this?"

"I don't know, after all, things at sea... um..."

Tannis covered her head; the sudden, unexpected movement of memory fragments made her slightly dizzy.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing... I suddenly had a guess... These Naga might have been summoned by someone... That's right!"

Tannis clapped her hands as if she had just thought of something.

"Maybe there's a big opportunity to make money!"

———————————————Dailin's Fleet————————————————————

"Hard to port! Hard to port!!!"

"A mage! We need a mage here!!"

"No! Help! I don't want to be dragged down!!"

"The wind is too strong! Cut down the mast!!! Now!!!"

Amidst the raging winds whipped up by the Naga spellcasters, Daelin, his hat pulled low, brandished his sword and desperately commanded his fleet against these enemies that had emerged from the deep sea without warning. Before him lay a massive, limp octopus tentacle—his trophy that he had just chopped off.

"General, this can't go on any longer. For the sake of Kul Tiras, you must leave!"

Shal the Lightbringer raised his hands, creating a barrier to protect Daelin's flagship. However, he knew very well that his mana was almost depleted. Once his mana was exhausted, even with the blessing of the Tide Sage, it would only be a matter of time before the flagship was sunk by these vicious Naga.

“I cannot abandon my fleet, my mages. Things are not yet hopeless. These guys are not invincible.”

Compared to his chief mage's panic, Daelin appeared much calmer.

"But we don't know how many of them are left, we don't know their purpose, we don't even know if they have reinforcements... Oh my god! It's over there!"

Daelin turned his head to look in the direction Shar was looking. What came into his view, besides the remaining giant tentacles that were still swaying, were several pale green giants covered in seaweed and coral, adorned with giant conch shells and starfish, and holding stone clubs, walking on the waves.

"Sea giant..."

Daelin's tired hands trembled slightly as he identified the enormous creature that had attacked. Although he had led his fleet to hunt sea giants before, the appearance of such a powerful creature here was undoubtedly the last straw that broke the camel's back!

Just as Dalin made up his mind to go all in, a small aircraft suddenly flew into the battlefield, and as Dalin stared in disbelief, Tannis's voice came from it.

"General Daelin, it seems you're in trouble. Do you need to hire soldiers from Ratchet? Fair prices guaranteed!"