The Coalition's artillery bombarded the north side of the Dark Gate, but to the south, the water was still and nothing happened. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Because the Dark Gate itself is a strange being reinforced on a spatial rift, in a sense, the Dark Gate itself does not exist on the planet Azeroth, it is a matter of another dimension entirely. Therefore, even if the alliance fires 10,000 more shells, it will not be able to shake the dark gate in the slightest.

Duke had also thought about giving the Dark Gate an ambush on all sides, so that the tribe would come out and die one by one.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is skinny.

During these two years, he could indeed have been arranged in this way. The problem was that the only direction of supply for the alliance was to the north, and if the line was arranged in a circle at twelve o'clock due north, all the defenders of the alliance to the south would die if the direction was forcibly cut off by the tribe at three and nine o'clock. So Duke had to let go of the south side of the Cursed Lands.

Now, when Neozu and Tyrone* Bloodfiend change the direction of the opening of the Dark Gate from north to south, the newly arrived tribal soldiers barely survive the shelling.

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

It could have been relieved, but the sudden appearance of a human being, and a black-haired man who looked like a human nobleman, made the Neozu soul almost scared away.

He thought of a possibility—did Tyrone, the bastard, sell him to the Alliance?

Fortunately, the dark-haired man's actions in the next moment made him understand the man's identity.

"Drink!"

Immediately, there was a supreme terrifying coercion, and in the gaze of Nao Zu, the man's figure became bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye, his figure had covered the entire sky in Nao Zu's vision.

Is that...... An incomparably gigantic black dragon.

The huge horns, the desperately hard scales, the unshakable cuticles, the powerful wings, and the claws that felt so sharp at the sight of them all shook the hearts of Neozu and all the orc chieftains.

This...... What's going on?

At this moment, a creepy dry palm rested on Naozu's shoulder, and Naozu turned his head to see that Tyrone's face with withered and stiff facial muscles seemed to have a sarcasm.

"Naozu, that's what I call the perfect plan!"

What a bombshell.

Compared to him, the one-ton shells thrown by the League were just toys that didn't go into the stream. If it's on the side of the tribe, why worry about it!?

The alliance would not have thought that their heavy artillery would instead become the perfect cover for the arrival of the black dragon. The huge roar and the smoke and dust in the sky made it impossible to see anything from the north, and in fact, in order to avoid accidental injury, the thieves and spies of MI7 retreated.

The huge black dragon that felt like it covered the entire sky transformed again, and this time he slowly and slowly gathered his wings and reverted to the suave human male aristocrat he had just been.

Tyrone stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the black dragon-transformed human, then turned to the chiefs of Naozu, Kilrog, and Kargas, and said, "Allow me to introduce to the chiefs of the tribe that this is our most powerful ally in Azeroth, the leader of the Black Dragon Legion, Your Excellency Nefarian!"

Kilrog and Kargas frowned at the same time, Kierrog seemed to think of something, he chose to remain silent, but Kargas, who had a more irascible personality, said bluntly: "Hey! Wait! How do I remember how the leader of the Black Dragon Legion died?"

Suddenly, without warning, Kargas's entire nose spurted blood and flew out.

No one saw how Nefarian made a move, but it was clear that Mr. Black Dragon was in a very bad mood.

His voice was still elegant, but with a hint of anger on it.

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

If Duke was here, Duke would have been surprised.

In the past, he used to beat the kid to Lao Tzu when he read novels, but now it's okay, he found a way to get rid of Lao Tzu, but instead let the equally ambitious former Black Dragon Prince Nefarian take the throne.

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

On the other hand, the league has suffered a big loss.

Because Duke, as the mastermind of the Alliance, had no idea that Nefarian would jump out at this time. This is something that is really beyond the budget, and in the case of the alliance bosses generally trusting Duke, Duke's calculation is a mistake, which is likely to be fatal!

Nefarian gently raised his hand after a small punishment of the short-eyed Kargas* blade fist.

The orcs suddenly noticed that the sky was once again clouded.

Nao Aozu and the others suddenly raised their heads, only to see that in the direction of the south, along the hazy moonlight, something was approaching.

Naozu noticed that there were orange dots of light in the ever-increasing shadows, which slowly turned into diamond-like shapes.

Kilrog's eyes widened as he realized that the orange flashes were the scorching magma pouring from the beast's mouth, and that the deafening noise was the flapping of huge wings.

It was—an untold number of black dragons.

The dragons swooped down, and every orc warrior watched in awe.

When they hit the ground, the ground trembled beneath their feet.

Steaming liquid flames fall from their mouths. Their smooth black scales shimmered in the starlight, and their massive claws resemble polished steel.

These black dragons stood on the ground or on boulders, and to the orcs they had become one with the earth, becoming huge stone sculptures.

They are all living and extremely deadly beings.

When all the dragons had landed, they folded their huge wings and stared at the orcs in front of them with ebony eyes, their heads and tails swaying slightly, and the dragon teeth in their scarlet beaks were jumbled, making frightening scraping noises from time to time due to friction.

Orcs are brave.

But that bravery also has limits, for them, they can not hesitate to launch a desperate charge against the human battle array ten times their size, but they do not dare to raise their axes against the dragon army, which is only one percent of their number.

It was a terrible feeling to be stared at by a dragon, as if a cat had to study its prey before eating it, and almost every orc shuddered.

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