The fire of the Alliance made the earth shake in the north of the Dark Gate, but to the south, the water was quiet and the river flew, and nothing happened.??

Because the Dark Gate itself is a strange existence reinforced on the cracks in space, in a sense, the Dark Gate itself does not exist on the planet Azeroth, it is a matter of a completely different dimension. Therefore, even if the Alliance hits ten thousand more shells, it cannot shake the Dark Gate at all.

Duke also thought of giving the Dark Gate a siege to let the tribe come out and die.

Ideals are beautiful, reality is skinny.

In the past two years, he could indeed arrange it like this. The problem is that the only supply direction of the alliance is in the north. If the twelve o'clock on the clock is placed in a circular manner, if the three and nine o'clocks are forcibly cut off by the tribe by the direction, then all the alliance defenders on the south side will die. So Duke had to let go of the south side of the Curse Land.

Now, when Neozu and Tyron Blood Demon changed the opening direction of the Dark Gate, from north to south, the newly arrived tribe soldiers were barely required to be bombarded.

Of course, the earthquake-like saturation attack still made the tribe warriors frightened.

It could have been a breath of relief, but the sudden appearance of humans and black man who looked like human nobles almost scared Ner's ancestor soul away.

He thought about whether a bastard Tyron might have sold him to the league.

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

"Drink!" a light shout.

Then there was a supreme terrifying pressure. As Naozu's gaze, the man's figure became bigger and bigger. In just a blink of an eye, his figure had already covered the entire sky in Naozu's vision.

That was... an extremely huge black dragon.

The huge horns, the scales that are so hard that they make people despair, the thick and unshakable cuticles, the powerful wings and claws that feel extremely sharp when they see them, all shocked the hearts of Ner'ozu and all the orc chiefs.

This...what is going on?

At this moment, a creepy dry palm rested on Ner's shoulder. Ner'er's head turned and saw that Tyron's face, whose muscles were withered and stiff, seemed to have sarcasm.

"Neozu, he is what I call the perfect plan!"

What a bombshell.

Compared to him, the one-ton shells thrown out by the alliance are just inequality toys. If it is on the side of the tribe, why worry about the big thing not going to happen!?

The alliance would not have thought that their heavy artillery would become the most perfect cover for the arrival of the black dragon. The huge roar and the smoke and dust in the sky made nothing in the north. In fact, in order to avoid accidental injury, all the thieves and spies from the MI7 retreated.

The huge black dragon that felt that covered the entire sky transformed again. This time he slowly closed his wings and turned into the gentle human male aristocrat just now.

Tyron walked forward and bowed respectfully to the human transformed by the Black Dragon, then turned around to introduce to the chiefs such as Neozu, Kilrog, Kagas, etc.: "Please allow me to introduce to all the chiefs of the tribe. This is our most powerful ally in Azeroth, Lord Nefarian of the Black Dragon Legion!"

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

Suddenly, without any warning, Kagas's entire mouth and nose bleed backwards.

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 anger.

"The era of Deathwing Nesario has passed! Now the leader of the Black Dragon Legion is my great King of Black Dragons, Nefarian."

If Duke is here, Duke will be very surprised.

He used to think that he had beaten me, but now he has tried to get rid of me, but in the end he has brought the same ambitious former Black Dragon Prince Nefalian to the throne.

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

From another perspective, the alliance suffered a great loss.

Because Duke, as the leader of the league, didn't know that Nefarian would jump out at this time. This is a real budget. When the league bosses generally trust Duke, Duke's calculations were completely wrong, which was likely fatal!

Nefarian slightly punished the invisible Kargas's blade fist and raised his hand gently.

The orcs suddenly appeared, and the sky was covered with shadow again.

Naozu and others suddenly raised their feet and saw something closer to the south along the hazy moonlight.

Neozu now has some orange-yellow light spots shining in the gradually growing shadows, and they slowly turn into diamond-like shapes.

Kilrog's one-eye opened wide, realizing that the orange flashes were the scorching magma flowing out of the beast's mouth, and the deafening noise was the sound of huge wings flapping.

Those were countless black dragons.

The dragons swooped down, and each orc warrior looked at him in awe.

When they landed, the land under their feet trembled.

Their mouths were filled with steaming liquid flames. Their smooth black scales reflected a glimmer of light under the starlight, while their giant claws looked like polished steel.

These black dragons stand on the ground or on huge rocks. For the orcs, they have merged with the earth and become huge stone sculptures.

They are all living and extremely deadly.

After all the dragons landed, they put away their huge dragon wings and stared at the orcs in front of them with their ebony eyes. Their heads and tails were shaking gently. The dragon teeth in their scarlet mouths were intertwined in a mess, and from time to time, there were shocking scratches due to friction.

Orcs are brave.

But that courage is limited. For them, they can charge forward ten times their own human battle formation without hesitation, but they dare not raise the axe in their hands towards the Dragon Legion, which is only one percent of them.

It feels bad to be stared at by a dragon, it feels like a cat needs to study it carefully before eating its prey. Almost every orc can't help but shivering.
Chapter completed!