"Let the soldiers get ready. There is still a battle waiting for me to fight on the other side of Lordaeron. I don't have much time left for my own 'private grudges'."

Dai Lin hung the old pendant around his neck and said:

"The message sent by the orc killer is correct.

The Assassins of Ravenholdt said that he was a survivor of the Battle of Khaz Modan and was filled with hatred for witnessing the destruction of the Third Fleet. He had been hunting greenskins alone to avenge his comrades.

Cyrus, he hunted an orc sword master, and he did an incredible miracle.

He is a hero!

He is our hero in Kul Tiras. After the war, you go there in person, find the child, and tell him that he is not a deserter!

No one could fault the sacrifice he made for his fellow men.

Bring him back.

Send him back to his home.

My son can no longer return home, but a hero should have a home that welcomes him.

Get my command knife, Cyrus."

The great knight immediately stepped forward.

He handed a sea-blue naval command sword with a scabbard to Dai Lin, who grabbed it in his hand and put on his navy cloak.

Do not wear any badges symbolizing the status of nobility and kings.

Just strode out of the captain's cabin.

The sun shone down on Daelin Proudmoore. He stood by the third-floor railing, leaning on it with one hand and looking towards the deck. The sailors of Kul Tiras also saw their admiral and king.

I don't know which smart officer shouted.

Soon, everyone raised their heads and called Dai Lin his name.

"Shua"

The admiral raised his hand as if it was an order. The next moment, all the cheers stopped. Everyone was quietly listening to his order. The only sound was the rolling of the ocean tide.

"Soldiers, there are seven green-skinned ships sailing in front of us. I heard that there is a big green-skinned man inside."

Dai Lin's voice echoed on the deck.

The admiral shouted:

"I don't care who he is! I don't care what he's doing here! But he appeared in front of me, which made me extremely happy. You all heard about what happened to the Third Fleet on the sea of ​​Khaz Modan.

You have lost a brave countryman, and Kul Tiras has lost a marshal.

And I...

I lost my son.

Everyone, today's battle is not just for the alliance, not just for our civilization, it is also for ourselves!

This is a revenge.

This is the appetizer before a greater revenge feast. After tearing them apart, I will take you back to Lordaeron. I will take you to save our compatriots on land.

I will work with you to drive the greenskins back to their hell!

Then, we will cheer for victory together in front of the gate of hell!

Now, everyone enters combat mode!

We only have two hours, and we have to fight seven of their ships with one ship! This means that each of you must kill seven greenskins before we can win!

But we know you can do it!"

The admiral paused.

His finger pointed forward, pointing in the direction of the orc fleet. The admiral wearing a sailor's tricorn hat held the railing and gave an order to his soldiers in a deep voice:

"The enemy is ahead! Course calibration! Forward! Kul Tiran Navy!"
Chapter completed!