Stormwind God

The artillery fire of the Alliance shook the north side of the Dark Gate, but in the south, the river flowed quietly and nothing happened. ??

Because the Dark Gate itself is a strange existence that is reinforced on the cracks in space. In a sense, the Dark Gate itself does not exist on the planet Azeroth, which is completely another dimension of matter. Therefore, even if the Alliance blasts more than 10,000 shells, it cannot shake the door of darkness.

Duke also thought about giving the Dark Gate an ambush and let the Horde come out one by one.

The ideal is beautiful, and the reality is skinny.

In these two years, he could indeed be arranged like this. The problem is that the only supply direction of the alliance is in the north. If the north is a clock at twelve o'clock, then the line of defense is arranged in a circle. Once three and nine o'clock are forcibly intercepted by the tribe, then all the alliances in the south will guard The army is going to die. So Duke had to let go of the south of the cursed land.

Now, when Ner'zhul and Tyrone * Gorefiend changed the opening of the Dark Gate, from north to south, the newly arrived tribal soldiers barely received shelling.

Of course, the earthquake-like saturation attack still frightens tribal warriors.

The breath that could have been relieved, but the sudden appearance of humans, and the black men who looked like personal nobles, scared Ner'zhul away.

He thought about whether Tyrone might have sold him to the league.

Fortunately, in the next moment, the actions of the black man made him understand the identity of the man.

"Drink!" Hesitated.

Immediately, there was an overwhelming horror of coercion. In the eyes of Ner'zhul, the man's body became bigger. In just a blink of an eye, his figure had covered the entire Ner'zhul vision. sky.

It was ... an extremely huge black dragon.

The huge horns, the desperately hard scales, the thick cuticles that cannot be shaken, the strong wings and claws that are extremely sharp when seen, all shock Ner'zhul and all the orc chieftains Heart.

What's this ...?

At this point, a creepy, dry palm rested on Ner'zhul's shoulder. Ner'zhul turned his head and saw irony on Tyron's withered and stiff face.

"Ner'zhul, he is what I call the perfect plan!"

What a blockbuster.

Compared to him, the one-ton shells thrown by the league are just inaccessible toys. If it is standing on the side of the tribe, no worries! ?

The Alliance would not have thought that their heavy artillery washes the floor, but instead became the perfect cover for the arrival of the Black Dragon. The huge roar and the fumes of the sky made it impossible to see anything in the north. In fact, in order to avoid accidental injuries, the rogue detectives in the Seventh Military Intelligence Department retreated.

The huge black dragon, which felt covering the entire sky, transformed again. This time, he gathered his wings slowly and slowly, and became the gentle and elegant human male aristocracy just now.

Tyrone stepped forward, bowed respectfully to the transformed humans of the black dragon, and then turned to introduce the chiefs such as Ner'zhul, Kilrogg, Kargas, and said: "Please allow me to introduce to the chiefs of the tribe, this is what we are doing Lord Nefarian, Azeroth's strongest ally, leader of the Black Dragon Corps! "

Kilrogg and Cargas frowned at the same time. Kilrogg seemed to think of something. He chose to remain silent, but the more irritable Cargas bluntly said: "Hey! Wait! How can I remember the Black Dragon Army? What caused the collar to die? "

Suddenly, without warning, the entire population of Cargas blew out of the nose.

No one had seen how Nefarian shot, but it was clear that the Mr. Black Dragon was in a very bad mood.

His voice was still full of grace, but with a little anger.

"The time of Deathwing Nesario is over! Now the leader of the Black Dragon Legion is my great Black Dragon King Nefarian."

If Duke were here, Duke would be surprised.

He used to think that he had beaten the boy to Lao Tzu, but now he's done. He managed to get rid of Lao Tzu, but instead put the equally ambitious former black dragon prince Nefarian up.

In a sense, the alliance is taking advantage, because Nefarian is more than one street behind him in terms of strength.

From another perspective, the league has suffered a big loss.

Because Duke, the main brain of the league, had no idea that Nefarian would jump out at this time. This is really a matter of budget. Under the circumstances that the alliance leaders generally trust Duke, Duke's calculations have been flawed, which is likely to be fatal!

Nefarian slightly punished Cargas' Bladefist, who didn't have long eyes, and raised his hand gently.

The orcs suddenly appeared, and the sky was overcast again.

Ner'zhul and others suddenly lifted up, and saw the southward direction, along the dim moonlight, what was approaching.

Ner'zhul's now growing shades of orange flashed orange dots, slowly turning into diamond-like shapes.

Kilrogg's one-eyed eyes widened, realizing that the orange flashes were the hot lava flowing from the beast's mouth, and the deafening noise was the sound of huge wings flapping.

It was countless black dragons.

The dragons dived down, and each orc warrior looked in awe.

When they landed, the ground under their feet trembled.

Hot liquid flames fell from their mouths. Their smooth black scales reflect light under the stars, and their giant claws look like polished steel.

These black dragons are standing on the ground or boulder. For the orcs, they have merged into the earth and become huge stone sculptures.

They are all living, extremely deadly beings.

When all the dragons had landed, they retracted their huge dragon wings, staring at the orcs with ebony eyes, their heads and tails were shaking gently, and the teeth in the scarlet mouth were staggered , From time to time, a terrible scratching sound is produced due to friction.

The orcs are brave.

But there is a limit to that bravery. For them, they can not desperately charge ten times as many humans as they are, but they dare not face the dragon army that only has one percent of them. Raise the axe in your hand.

The feeling of being stared at by the dragon is terrible. It feels like a cat has to study it carefully before eating its prey. Almost every orc shivered.

"My men are here," Nefarian said to the crowd, with a clear pride in his tone: "The strongest creature in the entire Azeroth world!" (To be continued.) 8