The Alliance's cannons bombarded the north side of the Door of Darkness, causing the earth to shake and the mountains to shake. However, the south side was still and calm, as if nothing had happened.
This was because the Dark Portal itself was a strange existence that reinforced the crack in space. In a sense, the Dark Portal itself did not exist on Planet Azeroth. It was a completely different dimension of matter. So even if the Alliance bombarded it with ten thousand artillery shells, it would not be able to shake the Dark Portal.
Duque had also thought about ambushing the Dark Portal from ten sides, so that every tribe that came out would die.
The ideal was beautiful, but the reality was cruel.
In these two years, he could indeed arrange it like this. The problem was that the Alliance's only supply route was in the north. If the clock was based on twelve o 'clock, then if the defensive line was arranged in a circular manner, once the three and nine o' clock directions were forcibly cut off by the tribe, then all the Alliance defenders in the south would die. So Duque had to let go of the south side of the cursed land.
Now, when Ner 'zhul and Tyron Gorefiend changed the direction of the Dark Portal's opening from north to south, the newly arrived tribal soldiers barely avoided being bombarded.
Of course, the saturation attack that was like an earthquake still made the tribal warriors tremble in fear.
They could have taken a breather, but the sudden appearance of a black-haired man who looked like a human noble scared Ner 'zhul's soul away.
He thought of a possibility – did this bastard Tyron sell him to the Alliance?
Fortunately, in the next moment, the black-haired man's actions made him understand the man's identity.
"Ha!" There was a light shout.
Then there was a supreme and terrifying pressure. Under Ner 'zhul's gaze, the man's figure became bigger and bigger. In just the blink of an eye, his figure had covered the entire sky in Ner' zhul's field of vision.
That was … an incomparably huge black dragon.
The huge horns, the hard scales, the thick and unshakable stratum corneum, the powerful wings, and the incomparably sharp claws all shook the hearts of Ner 'zhul and all the other orc chieftains.
What … what was going on?
At this time, a creepy dry palm rested on Ner 'zhul's shoulder. Ner' zhul turned his head and saw Tyron's stiff face, which seemed to be mocking him.
"Ner 'zhul, he is the perfect plan I was talking about!"
What a bombshell.
Compared to him, the one-ton artillery shells that the Alliance threw out were just mediocre toys. If it stood on the tribe's side, there was no need to worry about failure!
The Alliance would never have thought that their heavy artillery bombardment would instead become the perfect cover for the Black Dragon's descent. A huge explosion and a cloud of dust covered the sky, making it impossible to see anything from the north. In fact, in order to avoid accidental injuries, MI7's bandit spies had all retreated.
The gigantic black dragon that seemed to cover the entire sky transformed once again. This time, he was very slow, very slow as he folded his wings and once again became that cultured and elegant human male nobleman.
Tyrone walked forward and bowed respectfully to the human who had transformed into a black dragon. He then turned to Ner 'zhul, Kilrogg, Kargath, and the other chiefs and said, "Please allow me to introduce to all the chiefs of the tribe that this is our strongest ally in Azeroth, the leader of the black dragon army – Lord Nefarian!"
Kilrogg and Kargath frowned at the same time. Kilrogg seemed to have thought of something, and chose to remain silent. However, Kargath, whose personality was more irritable, bluntly said, "Hey! Wait! Why do I remember when the leader of the black dragon army died? "
Suddenly, without any warning, Kargath's entire body flew out with blood spurting from his nose and mouth.
No one saw how Nefarian made his move, but it was obvious that this Mr. Black Dragon was in a very bad mood.
His voice was still full of elegance, but there was a hint of anger in it.
"The era of Nethario, the Wings of Death, has passed! Now, the leader of the black dragon army is me – the great black dragon king, Nefarian. "
If Duque was here, Duque would definitely be extremely surprised.
In the past, when he read novels, it was always the boss who beat up the kid. Now, he thought of a way to get rid of his old man, but the result was that the equally ambitious former black dragon prince, Nefarian, took over.
In a sense, the Alliance was at an advantage, because in terms of strength, Nefarian was not just a street away from his old man.
From another perspective, the Alliance suffered a great loss.
This was because Duque, the mastermind of the Alliance, did not know that Nefarian would jump out at this time. This was truly something that exceeded their expectations. In a situation where the big shots of the Alliance generally trusted Duque, Duque's flawless plan just had to make a mistake. This could very well be fatal!
After Nefarian slightly punished Kargath Bladefist for not having eyes, he gently raised his hand.
The Beastmen suddenly realized that the sky was once again covered with shadows.
Ner 'zhul and the others suddenly raised their heads and saw that further south, along with the hazy moonlight, something was approaching.
Ner 'zhul discovered that there were some orange light spots flashing in the shadows that were gradually becoming larger, and they slowly turned into diamond-like shapes.
Kilrogg's single eye opened wide, and he realized that those orange flashes were the scorching magma flowing out of the beast's mouth, and that the deafening noise was the sound of huge wings flapping.
That was … an uncountable number of black dragons.
The dragons swooped down, and every Beastman Warrior looked on in awe.
When they landed, the ground beneath their feet trembled.
Hot liquid flames fell from their mouths. Their glossy black scales shimmered under the starlight, and their huge claws were like polished steel.
These black dragons stood on the ground or on huge rocks. For the Beastmen, they had already become one with the earth, becoming huge stone statues.
They were all living and incomparably deadly existences.
When all the dragons had landed, they retracted their huge dragon wings and stared at the Beastmen in front of them with their ebony eyes. Their heads and tails were gently swaying, and the dragon teeth in their scarlet mouths crisscrossed chaotically. From time to time, because of the friction, they would make frightening scratching sounds.
The Beastmen were brave.
But that bravery also had a limit. For them, they could launch a suicidal charge against the human battle formation that was ten times their size without hesitation, but they did not dare to raise the axe in their hands against the dragon army that was only one percent of their size.
The feeling of being stared at by the dragons was terrible. This feeling was like a cat carefully studying its prey before eating it. Almost every Beastman could not help but shiver.
"My subordinates are here," Nefarian said to everyone. His tone was filled with obvious pride. "The strongest creature in the entire World of Azeroth!"
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