Volume 3: Tides of Darkness Chapter 189: Destruction Falls from the Sky
Wang Xuan did have reason to be excited.
As the GM, administrator, and plot controller of this game, his biggest headache is that he has almost no control over the game's plot.
The development of the entire plot depends entirely on the original script given to the system and the system's automatic error correction function.
There is a systematic control, and the plot should be able to proceed according to the settings.
However, the large number of players joining the game has brought countless uncertainties to the game. Although it has brought amazing revenue to the game company, it has also made the plot of the entire game increasingly difficult to control.
The more players gather, the worse the controllability becomes, especially in a war like this one between the Alliance and the Horde. Among the hundreds of thousands of people, players account for almost one-third, especially adventurers, the fourth scourge, which is simply a disaster for plot control.
But the mechanism of this game is a real-time calculation mode.
Although he could use the system to modify the rules of the game for micro-control, he had no idea what the final result would be.
At this moment in this battle, he had no idea how it would turn out in the end.
If the adventurers really explode and push the tribe back in one go, that would be a disaster, and the new expansion pack Tide of Darkness would have to be delayed again.
If the Horde becomes autistic and stops invading Azeroth, that would be a big mistake, and the entire plot of the game would be overturned...
That's why adventurers are given a weak DEBUFF.
However, he did not dare to weaken the Alliance too much. What if the Horde defeated the Alliance and then wiped out the main forces of the Alliance in one wave? That would also not be in his expectation.
Because in history, the war between Stormwind Kingdom and the Horde lasted for a long time. The two sides fought fiercely for several months, and the Alliance once had the upper hand. In the end, the Horde relied on the assassination of King Llane to capture Stormwind City.
If this wave of Alliance troops is really wiped out, Stormwind Kingdom is defeated in one wave, and the other countries in the Alliance have not yet formed a coalition force, then the tribe's advantage will be too great.
If the Horde really conquers Azeroth, it would be a disaster.
Therefore, the tribe must win this war, but it cannot win completely. The subtle control will test Wang Xuan's ability to control the situation.
Unfortunately, the gods cannot intervene directly, so he can only rely on bosses like Deathwing and the Firelord to control the situation.
The Black Dragon Legion is the most critical part of his plan, a force that can tip the balance.
Now that the Black Dragon Legion has finally arrived, Wang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, I can push the plot in the direction I want.
Wang Xuan: Thank God you are finally here. Don’t leave yet. I have something to tell you.
Deathwing: Go ahead, little bugger, but don't delay too long. My patience is limited.
Wang Xuan: You have to let the Horde win, but not too much. You have to allow the Alliance to have enough troops to escape back and defend Stormwind City.
Deathwing: Humph, you're asking for a lot. I can't guarantee anything.
Wang Xuan: It’s very simple actually. You build an alliance first. If the alliance collapses, you will attack the tribe. Anyway, you will attack whichever side is stronger.
Deathwing: Why bother? Why not just crush these ants together?
Wang Xuan: ...You decide for yourself.
After closing the private message, Murphy looked at the black dragon lords hovering around him. They were all waiting for his orders.
"Black Dragon Lords, listen to my command! Lead your dragons and prepare to attack!"
Morpheus (Ancient Black Dragon): "Um, so which side should we attack, the Alliance or the Horde, Lord Neltharion?"
Neltharion (Black Dragon King): "Everyone - attack indiscriminately!"
Nefarian (Prince of the Black Dragon): "What, Father, are you crazy? Provoking enemies from both sides at the same time? This..."
Deathwing suddenly looked at his son, and under the gaze of his dark golden eyes, Nefarian immediately showed a look of horror.
"I mean... this... is unclear..."
Neltharion (Black Dragon King): "Haha, my dear son, don't worry, your father is not crazy yet. This battle is the moment to show the power of the Black Dragon Clan to the world, but at the same time, it is also the moment to show our camp. Once we help one side, we will be bound to that side. The people who are helped may not be grateful, but the people who are attacked will definitely be resentful.
The only way we can make them understand is to ignite and burn them together. Our Black Dragon Legion is an independent entity. We are both their enemy and potential ally.
Neither humans nor orcs can truly trust us, so instead of joining one side, it is better to wait for the price. As long as the price is right, you can join them.
The more we kill them in this battle, the more they will try to win us over next time.
At that time, both the Alliance and the Horde will offer benefits and interests to our tribe in order to gain our help."
These words left the Black Dragon Lords dumbfounded. The logic was a bit outrageous.
But you know what, it's not completely unreasonable.
The key point is that it was Deathwing who said this, and you have no choice but to listen.
Morpheus (Ancient Black Dragon): "Lord Neltharion is indeed extremely wise."
Nefarian (Prince of the Black Dragon) "I am deeply shocked by your wisdom, father. Please forgive my son's stupidity."
Night Fury (Black Dragon Air Raider): "Lord Neltharion is awesome!"
Morpheus sneered secretly. Perhaps in the short term, both the Alliance and the Horde will try to win over the Black Dragon Legion for victory. But no matter which side wins in the end, I'm afraid we will be the first to be dealt with.
Neltharion (King of Black Dragons): "Attack, warriors of the Black Dragon Legion. Do not show mercy, do not hesitate, burn this world with fire, and use dragon flames to clean up these ants on the ground. The Black Dragon Legion is about to rise!"
At the command, the dragon group let out a deafening roar, and thousands of black dragons of all sizes swooped down at the same time.
At this moment, the soldiers from both the Alliance and the Horde below all showed expressions of doubt and confusion. Regarding the sudden appearance of the Black Dragon Legion, the soldiers of both sides did not know whether it was an enemy or a friend.
But no matter how tense the situation was, they still had to continue fighting. So the Alliance and the Horde, while fighting each other, looked up at the sky from time to time.
Although Orgrim Doomhammer knew that the Black Dragon Legion was coming to help them, he was not too happy in his heart. The Black Dragon Legion actually came, and the Horde was sure to win, but the victory did not entirely belong to Bro.
The next second, the black dragon spewed flames crazily towards the battle line.
Hundreds of black baby dragons sprayed fireballs in the sky, and the sound of explosions continued. The adult black dragons were more ferocious, swooping down from a low altitude, using their thick scales to block flying arrows and magic, and then spewing out flaming dragon breath like a bomber, each spray covering a range of dozens of meters, leaving large burning human figures and charred corpses on the ground.
For a moment, screams shook the sky, and countless humans and orcs were killed and wounded in the fight.
Orgrim was extremely angry. What? Are these black dragons crazy? Didn't they agree to help the orcs? They actually attacked the orcs as well.
Kilrogg Evileye (Chieftain of the Bleeding Hollow): "Those black dragons - they're attacking the Alliance, but they're also attacking our Warchief."
Orgrimmar (Chief of the Horde): "My eyes are not blind!" His fangs trembled with anger, but he soon calmed down.
"Let the troops reorganize their formation and strengthen the air defense capabilities on the front line. Let the Dragonmaw Clan speed up and send their dragon cavalry over here quickly. Send out all the wolf cavalry to stick to the Alliance troops. They are trying to escape!"
King Llane was relatively calm, even a little surprised. He originally thought that the black dragon was an ally of the tribe. Someone had previously sent him information that Deathwing and Medivh had joined forces, which meant that the black dragon army was likely to join the tribe. Now the black dragon attacked together with the orcs, no matter what the reason was, he was relieved, otherwise the Alliance would be doomed to collapse.
Llane (Storm King): "Retreat, let the army withdraw, let the mage troops and archers retreat first, and prepare for air defense! Point the ballistas at the sky, notify Varian, and let him come back quickly."
This sudden intrusion is actually an opportunity for the alliance, an opportunity to retreat completely.
"What about those adventurers? They don't have a clear commander, and we have no way to convey military orders to them."
Llane (Storm King): "It doesn't matter. Let them continue to fight. Varian said that adventurers are warriors who are not afraid of life and death. Let them fight to the death."
The Storm Kingdom's army began to slowly retreat and leave the battlefield, but the adventurers showed no intention of retreating. This kind of battle was simply a carnival for the players, especially in the absence of a God's perspective. There were people everywhere, and it was impossible to see clearly what was happening. They just had to fight.
Seeing the appearance of the black dragon army, the adventurers were not afraid, but excitedly began to kill dragons. Dragons are very popular, not only are they well-equipped, but they also drop all kinds of top-quality materials.
Almost all the adventurers who participated in this war were equipped with equipment bought from shops. As long as they could kill a few adult black dragons and peel off some dragon scales and blood, they would make a profit. Since they were not afraid of death anyway, they might as well stay and fight to the end.
The heroes ran quite fast, and when they saw the situation was not good, they began to retreat. They were all very valuable. Only Varian kept leading his loyal fans to charge left and right. This army was almost composed of adventurers of level 40 or 50. Their combat effectiveness was equivalent to that of level 5 soldiers, and they could come and go freely in the orc army.
Murphy saw clearly from the sky that they were approaching the orcs' central camp, where the warchief's flag was located.
It is also the place where the largest number of orc troops and heroes gather.
No, we can't let him pass!
Although Varian is brave and his men are elite, this isolated army will surely be beaten to death. Silly brother, let me help you.
Deathwing's huge body suddenly swooped down, and his huge size brought huge wind pressure. Sand and rocks flew on the ground and the wind howled. However, this was just the beginning.
The raging flames!
The dragon opened its mouth and a raging flame rushed towards them. Wherever the flame passed, no matter if they were adventurers or orcs, they were all burned to ashes.
There were countless casualties, especially among the adventurers, because they charged in a tight formation, and the flames burned through the middle of the formation, killing two to three hundred people at once.
Varian watched his loyal and brave soldiers turn into a sea of fire in an instant, his eyes were red and his hair was standing on end with anger.
Watching Deathwing swooping down once again.
Fearless Slash! He leaped with all his might, slashing down in mid-air with the Salamani in his hand.
However, he finally jumped up dozens of meters high, but was still some distance away from Deathwing. Deathwing only used a tail strike to blow him away.
Varian rolled on the ground like a hit baseball, flying hundreds of meters before he barely stopped.
As soon as he got up, he was grabbed by several soldiers nearby, "Hurry up Prince Varian, the king asked you to retreat quickly. If you don't leave now, it will be too late ."
What? Varian looked around and saw that Deathwing's attack was so powerful that it had blown him back from the orc army to the Alliance army.
He looked at the hundreds of adventurers surrounded by orcs in the distance and let out a desperate cry.
Those are all his loyal fans, "No!"
The next second, Deathwing's flames spewed down again, burning the remaining adventurers and the surrounding orcs to ashes.
