Red Blackhand, who was taking care of his younger brother in the cabin, received the news of the attack and rushed to the poop with a sword in hand.

He glanced around and saw a large gray mist coming from behind on the sea that was originally illuminated by the sun.

The gentle sea breeze seemed to become violent, causing waves on the sea surface to rise suddenly, making the ups and downs of the ship even wilder. The orcs of the Black-Toothed Grinning Clan were thrown around on the deck.

As the entire sea was swallowed up by the mist, it seemed that it had also shed its gentle disguise, and suddenly changed from a quiet lady to a violent shrew.

"What's with this damn fog?"

Blackhand immediately realized that something was wrong. He grabbed the black-toothed helmsman who was steering the steering wheel next to him and had an equally confused look on his face, and asked loudly:

"You didn't follow Blake's navigation? Did you let us yaw?"

"No, Chief, I kept pressing that damn human..."

The helmsman wanted to retort, but when he saw Red's angry expression and his dark red eyes full of anger, he felt cold all over.

Under questioning from the chief, the helmsman finally stuttered and replied:

"I didn't yaw too much, it's just that the warriors of the clan hated that human being, and I didn't want to either, chief, but the clansmen threatened me that if I didn't do it, I would be killed by them.

I only change course secretly at night, Chief.

All the warriors in the clan don’t believe that human’s lies. They all think he is lying to us. They want to go back to the eastern continent and join the great chief..."

"You idiots!"

When Reid heard this, his heart suddenly became cold.

He kicked the helmsman on the waist and knocked the orc to the ground. The latter saw the fog quickly spreading on the sea and knew that he had made a big mistake.

I don't dare to resist at all.

At this moment, Blackhand had the urge to pick up a knife and kill this idiot, but he still retained a trace of reason.

To be honest, Blackhand was also skeptical about the existence of those "dangerous pursuers" mentioned by Black. The reason why he cooperated with Black was for the life of his brother and the Heart of Gul'dan in the hands of humans.

He occasionally felt that Blake was just making up dangers to scare them.

During this time, he noticed signs of rebellion within the Black-Toothed Smile clan, but he did not specifically restrain it. He even had a dark intention and allowed his subordinates to start a rebellion against Black.

Then take advantage of the opportunity to make a profit.

But now the truth hits Red like a slap in the face.

He glanced around. The fog on the sea extended very quickly. In just a few minutes, the ship was surrounded by gray fog.

The sun is blocked.

It was like being thrown into a dark and cold cage. The originally quiet sea surface became more and more violent. The entire ship was thrown up by the waves, just like a toy, and was thrown into the waves again.

This collision caused a few unlucky ones on the deck to be thrown into the sea. Their wails mixed with the strong sea breeze were like a piercing symphony of the coming doomsday.

"Sound the alarm! Get ready for battle!"

Red cursed and shouted to several warlords around him. The warlords immediately rushed into the cabin with weapons and kicked and punched the orc sailors who were still resting and drove them onto the deck.

There were also orcs who pushed the artillery on the two decks into the gun positions and lifted the gun jackets.

In the midst of this chaotic battle, Red Blackhand rushed into the stern of the ship and strode towards the captain's cabin. At this moment, he had already faintly heard the desolate horn sound coming from the mist.

An unknown enemy is approaching quickly!

"boom"

Black Hand kicked open the door to the captain's cabin, and saw Black and his bastard warlock Evil Eye making something. There was a noisy demon kid jumping around next to him.

"Blake!"

The ship seemed to be hit by something at this moment, and it swayed violently. Red grabbed the door frame of the cabin, stabilized his body, and shouted:

"They're coming! Think of a way!"

"No hurries?"

The pirate stood firmly on the swaying ship, holding the thing he had just finished making in his arms as if walking on flat ground. He looked back at Reid and said in a faint tone:

"Now you know you're anxious? Why did you go there earlier? Do you still think I'm lying to you?"

"Now is not the time to talk about this!"

Of course Red knew the meaning of Blake's sarcasm. He gritted his teeth and said:

"If the ship is destroyed, you won't be able to escape."

"Don't be so pessimistic."

Blake threw the things in his arms to the warlock next to him, Evil Eye.

He patted the remaining purple powder on his hand and said to Black Hand:

"I may not be able to escape, but I will definitely persist longer than you. I will not meet the end of my destiny until all of you disobedient fools are dead.

Maybe if I offer enough sacrifices, I can make death go easy on me."

Black Hand said nothing with a cold face.

He had already heard the screams of the orc warriors belonging to his clan on the deck, and the shrill screams made his heart feel even colder.

This pitiful scream, like a lamb about to be slaughtered, should not belong to the orcs, unless they really encountered an opponent they could not fight against.

They are being slaughtered!

"Blackhand, you know nothing about those undead, but I know how to deal with them. If you and your tribe want to survive, from now on, do whatever I ask you to do honestly.

If you continue to disobey my orders as the captain, we will all play together!"

Black took out Lantrexo's war blade from his magic bag, put it on his shoulder, and said to Red:

"Understand?"

Black Hand clenched his fist, and after a few seconds, he nodded helplessly.

"Very good! I now appoint you as the battle mate of this ship. Your only mission is to lead the idiots under your command to drive away the Kvaldir undead on the deck and protect the mast."

Blake showed off his captain's style and gave Red an order:

"Ask all the gunners under your command who can fire cannons to assemble at every gun position on the deck.

I don't need them to aim accurately, I want them to fire artillery barrages on both sides of the ship at the fastest firing speed to prevent the Vrykul's dragon-headed assault boats from approaching the ship!

Those undead in hell are afraid of fire...

That's their only weakness."

Reid responded and asked again:

"After repelling them, break out?"

"No, stay where you are and hold on to resist. Don't be afraid. There are no artillery on the Hell Undead's ship. They can't destroy our hull."

The pirate glanced at the special solid cannonball held in the arms of the warlock Xie Yan behind him, and said in a deep voice:

"I don't care how many casualties you pay, you must persist until the Nagfar enters the range of our artillery.

Habulon is manipulating the mist of Hades to obscure the course. Unless there is a tide sage of the same level here, even if Dai Lin comes, there is no way to break out!

Why are you still standing here! Chief Red, go and command the battle!"

Black kicked Red in the leg. Chief Blackhand bared his teeth, but he still held his sword and rushed to the deck on the rocking ship.

Watching him leave, the human pirate grinned.

He turned back to the evil eye warlock with fear in his eyes and said:

"Go find a cannon, push it to the stern of the ship, and wait for my orders! Don't try to escape through the Shadow Gate. What I just said was not just for Red, Evil Eye.

You can't escape in this mist of Hades."

After saying that, Black ignored the warlock behind him, jumped into the shadows, and rushed to the deck with the Juggernaut's Blade on his shoulder.

At this time, there was already a river of blood on the deck, and wailing was everywhere.

In the mist on both sides of the deck, there were huge bone hooks hanging from the side of the ship from the sea. The half-giant undead carrying rusty halberds and swords, with their bodies covered with seaweed barnacles, howled and swarmed onto the deck.

None of them are less than three meters tall, and the sturdy orcs look like dwarfs in front of them.

The power of these undead half-giants is completely crushing against the orcs.

The moment Blake jumped onto the deck, he saw a Kvaldir warrior wearing a horned helmet, roaring wildly, swinging his halberd, and chopped down the three orcs in front of him with a single slash.

It's as easy as mowing grass.

If the orcs use the weapons in their hands to block, they will also be chopped down by the Vrykul Necromancer with both weapons and humans.

It had only been five minutes since Kvaldir rushed onto the ship. Orc corpses were already piled on the deck, and these vrykul undead were obviously very familiar with naval battles.

The target for them to rush onto the ship is the mast.

But with Garona guarding the main mast, as long as the Vrykul Undead approaches, the legendary assassin will pounce from the shadows.

Thirty orc warriors from the Stormrage Clan were warned in advance. They stood guard under another mast, wrapping their weapons in oil-soaked cloth strips and lighting them with flames.

Like waving flames, this thing does great damage to the vrykul undead.
To be continued...