Wang Xuan does have a reason to be excited.

As the GM of this game, the administrator, and the controller of the plot, one of his biggest headaches is that his ability to control the game's plot is close to none.

The development of all plots is completed by the original script given to the system and the automatic error correction function of the system.

Originally, there was a systematic control, and the plot should be able to go on according to the setting.

However, the large number of players has brought countless uncertainties to the game, and although it has brought incredible revenue to the game company, it has also made the entire game story more and more difficult to control.

The more players gather, the less controllable it becomes, especially this kind of big war between alliances and tribes, among hundreds of thousands of people, players account for almost one-third, especially the adventurer, the fourth natural disaster, which is simply a disaster for plot control.

However, the mechanics of this game are real-time calculus mode.

Although he can use the system to modify the rules of the game to micro-control, but in the end, what results can be controlled, he is really completely out of line.

At this time, he had no idea what would turn out of the battle.

If the adventurer really explodes and returns the tribe in one go, it will be a bad thing, and the new expansion of Tide of Darkness will be postponed again.

If you don't invade Azeroth by beating the tribe, it will be off the charts, and the real game plot will be subverted......

That's why the adventurer is given a weak DEBUFF.

But he didn't dare to weaken the alliance too much, in case the tribe defeated the alliance, and then directly wiped out the main army of the alliance in a wave of flat pushing, which was also not in line with his expectations.

Because in history, the war between the Stormwind Kingdom and the Horde also fought for a long time, the two sides fought fiercely for several months, and the alliance once had the upper hand, and in the end, the Horde still relied on the assassination of King Ryan to defeat Stormwind City.

If this wave of alliance armies is really wiped out, the Stormwind Kingdom is pushed by a wave, and the other countries of the alliance have not yet formed an alliance army, then the advantage of the tribe will be too great.

If the Horde does conquer Azeroth, it's over.

Therefore, the tribe must win this war, but it cannot be completely won, and the subtle control of it will test Wang Xuan's ability to control the field.

However, the gods can't end up directly, so he can only rely on bosses like Deathwing and Fire Demon Lord to control it.

The Black Dragon Legion is the most crucial link in his plan, a force that can decide the tilt of the scales.

Now that the Black Dragon Legion was finally in place, Wang Xuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, you can push the plot in the direction you need.

Wang Xuan: Thank God you've finally arrived, don't end up yet, I will tell you a few words.

Deathwing: Say it, little bug, 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 let the Alliance have enough troops to flee back to defend Stormwind.

Deathwing: Hmph, that's a lot of requests, and I can't guarantee anything.

Wang Xuan: Actually, it's very simple, you do the alliance first, if the alliance collapses, you will dry up the tribe, anyway, you will do whichever side is stronger.

Deathwing: Why bother, just crush these ants together.

Wang Xuan: ...... See for yourself.

Turning off the private message, Murphy looked at the Black Dragon Lords hovering around, all of them waiting for his orders.

"Black Dragon Lords, listen to me! Prepare to attack with your dragons! ”

Morpheus (Elder Black Dragon): "Well, so what the hell are we attacking over there, Alliance or Horde, Lord Nesario?" ”

Nesario (King of the Black Dragon): "Everyone - attack indiscriminately!" ”

Nefarian (Black Dragon Prince): "What, father, are you crazy, provoking enemies on both sides at the same time?" This ......"

Deathwing suddenly looked at his son, and under the dark golden eyes staring, Nefarian suddenly showed a look of horror.

"I mean...... This...... Unidentified ......"

Nesario (King of the Black Dragon): "Hehe, my dear son, don't worry, your father and I are not crazy yet, this battle is a moment to show the world the strength of the Black Dragon Clan, but at the same time, it is also a time to show our camp, once we help one side, then we are bound to this side, the person who is helped may not be grateful, but the person who is attacked will definitely be resentful."

Only by burning them together and burning them together can we make them understand that our Black Dragon Legion is an independent existence, both an enemy against them and a potential ally to be wooed.

Neither humans nor orcs can truly trust us, so instead of joining one side or the other, we should wait for the price and join them as long as the price is right.

The harder we kill them in this battle, the more they will try to win us over next.

When the time comes, both the Alliance and the Horde will offer our benefits and benefits to our people in order to obtain our help. ”

These words made the black dragon lords stunned, this logic is a bit outrageous.

But don't say it, it's not completely unreasonable.

The point is that it's Deathwing who is saying this, and you can't listen to it if you don't want to.

Morpheus (Elder Black Dragon): "Lord Nesario is truly wise. ”

Nefarian (Black Dragon Prince) "I am greatly shocked by the wisdom of my father, please forgive my son's stupidity. ”

Night Evil (Black Dragon Air Raider): "Lord Nesario! ”

Morpheus secretly sneered, maybe the alliance and the tribe will win over the Black Dragon Legion in a short period of time, but no matter which side wins the final victory, I'm afraid the first thing to solve will be us.

Nesario (King of the Black Dragon): "Attack the warriors of the Black Dragon Legion, don't be merciful, don't hesitate, burn this world with fire, clean up these ants on the ground with dragon flames, the Black Dragon Legion is about to rise!" ”

At the sound of the order, the dragons let out a deafening roar, and thousands of large and small black dragons swooped down at the same time.

At this moment, the soldiers of both sides of the alliance and the tribe below all showed shocked expressions, and for the black dragon legion that suddenly appeared, the soldiers on both sides did not know whether they were friends or foes.

However, no matter how nervous they were, they still had to continue to fight, so the alliance and the tribe fought each other while looking to the sky from time to time.

And although Orgrim Doomhammer knew that the Black Dragon Legion was here to help them, he was not too happy in his heart, the Black Dragon Legion was really here, and the tribe was sure to win, but the victory did not completely belong to Bloo.

In the next second, the black dragon frantically spewed flames towards the battlefront that was fighting.

Hundreds of black young dragons sprayed fireballs in the air, the explosions were endless, and the adult black dragons were more ferocious, directly dived at a low altitude, using thick scale armor to resist flying bows and arrows and magic, and then spewed out flame dragon breath like a bomber, a spray is a range of tens of meters, leaving large flaming humanoids and charred corpses on the ground.

For a while, the screams shook the sky, and the humans and orcs in the battle were killed and injured countless times.

Orgrim was furious, what, are these black dragons crazy? Didn't you say yes to help the orcs? Even the orcs attacked together.

Kilrog Evil Eye (Bloodring Chief): "Those black dragons—they're attacking the Alliance, but they're also attacking our Great Chief. ”

Orgrimmar (Grand Chief of the Tribe): "I'm not blind! His fangs trembled with rage, but he soon calmed down.

"Let the troops reorganize their formation, strengthen the air defense of the front line, let the Dragonthroat Clan speed up, and quickly run their flying dragoons, all the wolf cavalry will be dispatched and stick to the troops of the alliance, they are going to run!"

King Ryan was more calm on his side, and even a little surprised, he originally thought that the black dragon was an ally of the tribe, and someone had sent information before, Deathwing and Medivan teamed up, which means that the Black Dragon Legion is likely to join the tribe camp, and now the black dragon is attacking together with the orcs, no matter what the reason, it makes him breathe a sigh of relief, otherwise this wave of the alliance is afraid that it will collapse.

Ryan (Storm King): "Retreat, let the army retreat, let the mage troops and archers retreat first, prepare for air defense!" The ballistas in the back were aimed at the sky, informing Varian to hurry back. ”

This sudden incursion was actually an opportunity for the Alliance, a chance for a complete retreat.

"What about those adventurers? They don't have a clear commander, and we can't get orders across to them. ”

Ryan (Storm King): "It's okay, let them continue to fight, Varian said that adventurers are warriors who are not afraid of life and death, so let them fight to the death." ”

The army of the Storm Kingdom began to slowly retreat, leaving the battlefield, but those adventurers did not have the slightest intention of retreating, this kind of big battle is simply a carnival for players, especially in the absence of God's perspective, there are people on all sides, and it is not clear what is going on at all, anyway, just fight.

Seeing the appearance of the Black Dragon Army, the adventurers were not only not afraid, but excitedly began to slay the dragon.

Almost all the adventurers involved in this battle are equipped in stores, as long as they can kill a few adult black dragons and peel some dragon scales and dragon blood back, they will earn it, anyway, they are not afraid of death, so they simply stay and fight to the end.

The heroes ran very fast, and they began to retreat when they saw that the situation was not good, they were all very expensive, only Varian always led his loyal fans to rush left and right, this army is almost forty or fifty level adventurers, and the strength of the top five level soldiers in combat power is almost free to come and go in the orc army.

Murphy saw it in the sky, they were approaching the orc's central camp, the position of the Great Chief's battle flag.

It is also the place where the orcs and heroes gather the most.

No, you can't let him pass!

Although Varian is brave and his men are elite, but with this lone army, they will inevitably be beaten to death in the past, silly brother, let the eldest brother help you.

Deathwing's massive body swooped down, its massive size bringing with it a tremendous wind pressure, sand and rocks flying on the ground, and the wind howling, but this was only the beginning.

Flood Flames!

The dragon's mouth opened, and a surging flame rushed to the face, and everywhere the flames passed, whether it was adventurers or orcs, they were all burned to ashes.

There were countless casualties, especially the adventurers, because they formed a tight formation and charged, the formation was burned through the middle by flames, and two or three hundred people died at once.

Varian watched his loyal soldiers turn into flames, his eyes reddened, and he burst into rage.

Watch Deathwing swoop down again.

Dreadnought! He leaped hard, and the salameni in his hand slashed into the air.

However, he finally jumped dozens of meters high at once, but he was still some distance away from Deathwing, and Deathwing only fanned him out with a tail blow.

Varian rolled on the ground like a baseball being studied, flying for hundreds of meters before barely stopping.

As soon as he got up, he was grabbed by a few soldiers next to him, "Hurry up and go Prince Varian, the king told you to retreat quickly, if you don't leave, it will be too late." ”

What? Varian looked around, and it turned out that Deathwing was so powerful that it had sucked him straight from the orc army back into the Alliance's formation.

He let out a cry of despair as he looked at the hundreds of adventurers in the distance surrounded by orcs.

Those are his big fans, "No! ”

In the next second, Deathwing's flames spewed down again, incinerating the remaining adventurers and the surrounding orcs into ashes.

(End of chapter)