Chapter 693 He Is My Plan

The Alliance's artillery fire shook the ground to the north of the Dark Portal, but to the south, the water was calm and nothing happened.

Because the Dark Portal itself is a strange existence reinforced on the cracks in space. In a sense, the Dark Portal itself does not exist on the planet Azeroth. It is matter from another dimension entirely. Therefore, even if the alliance fires ten thousand more artillery shells, it will not be able to shake the Dark Gate at all.

Duke also thought about setting up an ambush for the Dark Portal and letting the tribes come out to die one by one.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.

In the past two years, he has indeed been able to arrange it this way. The problem is that the alliance's only supply direction is in the north. If true north is the twelve o'clock of a clock, then if the defense line is arranged in a circle, once the directions of three o'clock and nine o'clock are forcibly cut off by the tribe, then all alliance defenders in the south will All the troops will die. So Duke had to let go of the south side of the Cursed Land.

Now, as Ner'zhul and Tyron* Gorefiend changed the direction of the Dark Portal's opening from north to south, the newly arrived Horde soldiers barely escaped being bombarded.

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

He could have taken a breather, but the sudden appearance of a human, a black-haired man who looked like a human noble, almost scared Ner'zhul away.

He thought of a possibility - did Tyrone, the bastard, sell him to the alliance.

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

"Drink!" A voice shouted.

Immediately, there was an overwhelming terrifying pressure. As Ner'zhul watched, the man's figure became larger and larger. In just a blink of an eye, his figure covered the entire area in Ner'zhul's field of vision. Sky.

That was... an extremely huge black dragon.

The huge horns, the despairingly hard scales, the cuticles that are so thick that they cannot be shaken, the powerful wings and the claws that are so sharp when you look at them all shocked Ner'zhul and all the orc chiefs. mind.

This...what is going on?

At this time, a creepy withered hand rested on Ner'zhul's shoulder. Ner'zhul turned his head and saw that there seemed to be sarcasm on Talon's face, whose facial muscles were withered and stiff.

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

What a bombshell.

Compared with him, those one-ton shells thrown by the Alliance are just inferior toys. If it is on the side of the tribe, there is no need to worry about big things happening! ?

The Alliance would not have thought that their heavy artillery clearing the ground would become the perfect cover for the arrival of the black dragon. The huge roar and the smoke that filled the sky made it impossible to see anything to the north. In fact, in order to avoid accidental damage, all the rogue spies from MI7 retreated.

The huge black dragon that seemed to cover the entire sky transformed again. This time he folded his wings very slowly, and turned back into the gentle human male noble just now.

Talon stepped forward, bowed respectfully to the human being transformed from the black dragon, then turned to introduce to Ner'zhul, Kilrogg, Kargath and other chiefs: "Please allow me to introduce to the chiefs of the tribe, this is what we are doing here. Azeroth’s most powerful ally, the leader of the Black Dragon Legion—His Excellency Nefarian!”

Kilrogg and Kargath frowned at the same time. Kilrogg seemed to have thought of something. He chose to remain silent, but Kargath, who had a more irritable personality, said bluntly: "Hey! Wait! How do I remember the Black Dragon Legion? Why did the leader die?"

Suddenly, without any warning, Kargas spurted blood from his mouth and nose and flew out.

No one saw how Nefarian took action, but it was obvious that Mr. Black Dragon was in a very bad mood.

His voice was still full of elegance, but with a little sullenness.

"The era of Deathwing Neltharion has passed! Now the leader of the Black Dragon Legion is me - the great Black Dragon King Nefarian."

Duke would be surprised if he were here.

In the past, when he read novels, he always beat up the kid to get me, but now, he found a way to get rid of me, but in the end, Nefarian, the former black dragon prince who was equally ambitious, came to power.

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

From another perspective, the alliance 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 really goes beyond the budget. With the league's big bosses generally trusting Duke, Duke's comprehensive plan has a flaw, which may be fatal!

After Nefarian slightly punished the blind Kargath Blade Fist, he raised his hand slightly.

The orcs suddenly noticed that the sky was once again covered in shadow.

Ner'zhul and the others suddenly looked up and saw something approaching further south, following the hazy moonlight.

Ner'zhul discovered that there were some orange light spots shining among the gradually growing shadows, and they slowly turned into diamond-like shapes.

Kilrogg's one eye widened, and he realized that the orange flashes were the hot magma pouring out of the beast's mouth, and the deafening noise was the sound of huge wings flapping.

That is - countless black dragons.

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

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

Steaming liquid fire falls from their mouths. Their smooth black scales shimmered in the starlight, and their giant claws resembled polished steel.

These black dragons stand on the ground or on boulders. To the orcs, they have integrated with the earth and become huge stone sculptures.

They are all living, extremely deadly existences.

When all the giant dragons landed, they put away their huge dragon wings and stared at the orcs in front of them with ebony eyes. Their heads and tails were swaying slightly, and the dragon teeth in their scarlet mouths were intertwined. , making frightening scratching sounds from time to time due to friction.

Orcs are brave.

But that bravery has its limits. For them, they can launch a desperate charge against a human battle formation that is ten times their size without hesitation, but they dare not attack a dragon army that is only one percent of their number. Raise the ax in your hand.

The feeling of being stared at by a dragon was terrible, like a cat studying its prey carefully before eating it, and almost every orc could not help but shudder.

"My men are here." Nefarian said to everyone, with obvious pride in his tone: "The strongest creature in the entire world of Azeroth!"

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