Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 594: Shelling

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

Because the Dark Portal itself is a strange existence reinforced on the space crack. In a sense, the Dark Portal itself does not exist on the planet Azeroth. It is a substance from another dimension. So even if the Alliance fires 10,000 more shells, it cannot shake the Dark Portal in the slightest.

Duke also thought about setting an ambush on the Dark Portal from all sides, killing every tribe member who came out.

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

In the past two years, he could indeed arrange it this way. The problem was that the only supply direction of the Alliance was in the north. If the north was the 12 o'clock of a clock, then if the defense line was arranged in a circle, once the 3 o'clock and 9 o'clock directions were forcibly cut off by the Horde, all the Alliance defenders in the south would die. So Duke had to let go of the south of the cursed land.

Now, after Ner'zhul and Teron Gorefiend changed the direction of the Dark Portal's opening from north to south, the newly arrived Horde soldiers were barely able to avoid being bombarded.

Of course, that kind of earthquake-like saturation attack still makes the tribal warriors terrified.

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

He thought of a possibility - maybe that bastard Tyrone sold him out to the Alliance.

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

"Hah!" a light scolding.

Then there was an overwhelming terrifying pressure. Under Ner'zhul's gaze, the man's figure became increasingly huge. In just a blink of an eye, his shadow had covered the entire sky in Ner'zhul's field of vision.

That was... an extremely huge black dragon.

The huge horns, the hopelessly hard scales, the thick, unshakable stratum corneum, the powerful wings and the claws that seemed extremely sharp to the mere sight of them all shocked the hearts of Ner'zhul and all the orc chieftains.

This...what is going on?

At this moment, a creepy dry hand was placed on Ner'zhul's shoulder. Ner'zhul turned his head and saw that there seemed to be sarcasm on Teron's face, whose facial muscles were withered and stiff.

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

What a bombshell.

Compared to him, the one-ton artillery shells thrown by the Alliance are just inferior toys. If it stands on the side of the Horde, there is no need to worry about not being able to accomplish great things! ?

The Alliance would never have thought that their heavy artillery would become the perfect cover for the arrival of the Black Dragon. The huge roar and the smoke and dust made it impossible to see anything in the north. In fact, in order to avoid accidental injuries, the thieves and spies of the Military Intelligence Department 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 and elegant human male aristocrat from before.

Teron stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the human transformed from a black dragon, then turned to introduce him to chiefs such as Ner'zhul, Kilrogg, and Kargath: "Please allow me to introduce to the chiefs of the Horde, this is our most powerful 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, but Kargath, who was more irritable, said bluntly: "Hey! Wait! Why do I remember how the leader of the Black Dragonflight died?"

Suddenly, without any warning, Kagath flew backwards with blood spurting out of his mouth and nose.

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

His voice was still full of elegance, but it was tinged with a little anger.

"The era of Deathwing Neltharion has passed! Now the leader of the black dragon army is me - the great black dragon king Nefarian."

If Duke were here, he would be very surprised.

In the novels he read before, the characters always came to him after the kids were beaten up. But now, he tried to get rid of his dad, but ended up letting the equally ambitious former black dragon prince Nefarian take the throne.

In a sense, the Alliance had the advantage, because in terms of strength, Nefarian was far inferior to his father.

From another perspective, the alliance suffered a great loss.

Because Duke, the mastermind of the Alliance, had no idea that Nefarian would jump out at this time. This was truly beyond budget. Under the circumstances where the Alliance bosses generally trusted Duke, Duke's well-thought-out plan had loopholes, which could be fatal!

After Nefarian gave a slight punishment to the short-sighted Kael'gath with his Blade Fist, he raised his hand slightly.

The orcs suddenly discovered that the sky was covered with shadows again.

Ner'zhul and others suddenly looked up and saw something approaching in the south along the hazy moonlight.

Ner'zhul noticed that there were some orange-yellow spots flashing in the growing shadows, and they slowly turned into diamond shapes.

Kilrogg's one eye opened wide as he realized that the orange flashes were the burning magma pouring from the beast's mouth, and the deafening noise was the flapping of huge wings.

That is - countless black dragons.

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

When they landed, the ground beneath their feet shook.

From their mouths fell steaming liquid fire, their smooth black scales gleamed in the starlight, and their great claws were like polished steel.

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

But they are all living and extremely deadly beings.

When all the dragons landed, they folded their huge wings and stared at the orcs in front of them with their ebony eyes. Their heads and tails were shaking gently, and the dragon teeth in their scarlet mouths were intertwined in a disorderly manner, making terrifying scraping sounds from time to time due to friction.

Orcs are brave.

But that bravery is also limited. 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 raise their axes against a dragon army that is only one percent of their number.

It felt terrible to be stared at by a dragon. It was like a cat carefully studying its prey before eating it. Almost every orc shuddered.

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