"The stealth class went up to the top of the mountain from the left and stole their mages and healers for me."

"Melee frontal charge, don't be cowardly, run the corpse back immediately if you die."

"The mages are gathered together to snow, come, the death squad mages I named flash into the tribe's big group together, and how many can be killed."

The tribe is waiting at the entrance of Blackstone Mountain, and the high slope on the left is full of mages, and this group of mages has infinite snow, turning the entrance ramp of Blackstone Mountain into a meat grinder, and if you want to rush up, you need to leave a corpse behind.

Jing Lang is not stupid, he will not rush stupidly, he let the thief out and went to find the mage on the high slope on the left.

Ling Jing reminded: "Beware of the thieves of the tribe, maybe they are protecting the mage." ”

Hei Jun said: "Don't worry, I turned around, and there are no thieves to protect the mage." ”

There are some healings around the mage, and if the thieves sneak attack, it will be filled into chaos, and the thieves don't need to kill the mage, as long as the mage is not allowed to snow easily, the task will be completed.

Jing Lang understood: "These tribes are not from one guild, let alone unified YY command, the mages and healers on the high slope should be a herd effect, some people take the lead, and others follow." ”

The unified command team will definitely arrange thieves to stealthily protect the mage and not give the enemy thieves a chance, after all, the tribe only needs to defend the entrance to the Black Rock Mountain to win, and there is no need to send thieves to steal the back row of the Jinglang side.

"I was stolen by thieves."

Someone in the back row was attacked by thieves.

A knight stepped on the offering, several hunters set off flares, good fellows, more than one tribal thief, several tribal thieves touched behind him.

Exposed thieves are not as good as dogs, those with fast hands sprint and run, and those with slow hands are killed in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Jing Lang was even more sure that these tribes in front of him were not a unified organization, but a rabble of several regiments that had temporarily gathered together: "The thieves shot together, and when their mage group was in chaos, everyone rushed together, as long as they rushed to the position of the gathering stone, it would be a victory, and the tribe would be driven inside." ”

When the mage on the opposite high slope jumped down, Jing Lang knew that the time was ripe.

"Do it."

"Don't give the tribe a chance to breathe, melee go forward, half of the mage snows, half of me flash in and blow up."

"Try to hold a group for treatment, there are thieves sneaking up, and the priest gives me a group of fears."

"Press, press forward."

The sneak attack strategy formulated before is not used at all, this group of tribes is not strong, there is no unified command, and as soon as it is impacted, it will be chaotic, like a headless fly.

"Brother Lang, I'm here."

Chrysanthemum Mantianhong has been entangled with the tribe inside, this guy has been unwilling to be weak and resurrected or go to a place where no one is resurrected back to the city, but has been consumed.

Consumed, the chrysanthemum rushed out of it, flashing into the tribe and exploding.

"Chrysanthemum, a real man."

"This time the chrysanthemum impressed me."

"It's worthy of a chrysanthemum, a professional popping tribal chrysanthemum."

The spirit of chrysanthemums full of red and fearless death infected everyone, so that everyone was not afraid of death, and frantically attacked the tribal group.

There are a lot of people, very stuck, obviously 19 years, stuck out of 05 years of déjà vu. I really don't know where the technology in the past 14 years has been promoted by the pig farm, and nine times out of ten it has been promoted to the study of how to cheat Krypton.

Jing Lang is not stuck, for the live broadcast, his computer configuration belongs to the top configuration, and it is very silky to play.

However, there are always people whose computer configuration is stuck a few years ago, and hundreds of people are squeezed together and stuck them into ppt.

"This is the real team fight, much more interesting than pppppvp."

"Haha, the slope hedge reminds me of Okuyama, and I look forward to the early opening of the battlefield."

"Don't worry, Blizzard will definitely not open the battlefield, and it will definitely open in the future."

The family members in the live broadcast room watched it cool and gave gifts to Jing Lang.

Jing Lang's live broadcast income is rising slowly, and the wheels of this good car are complete, and everyone will continue to brush gifts, and they will soon be able to earn the engine.

Jing Lang may not be a good conductor, but the members of the group are good members, everyone was killed by the tribe for a day today, and they held their breath in their hearts, and they were completely released at this moment.

"The tribe has withdrawn into the Black Rock Mountain."

"Don't give the tribe a chance to breathe, let me continue to press in, occupy the Black Rock Mountain, and let the tribe experience the taste of dragging the corpse into the capital."

The occupation of Blackstone Mountain is a sign of victory, and only by occupying Blackstone Mountain can the tribe be ridiculed.

Jing Lang wants more than this: "We want to kill the tribe this time to take the initiative to cut the plane." ”

That's right, only by killing the tribe to the collective transposition can the arrogance of the tribe be completely suppressed.

On the tribal side, the command is messy, the cohesion is almost 0, and some people don't come to fight after dying a few times.

"Made, a bunch of garbage, run away after a few deaths."

"It's all a bunch of people who are afraid of death, pppppvp screams louder than anyone else, pppppvppppp runs faster than rabbits."

"It's really my shame to be in the same service as you, I knew that if I didn't play Barov, this service would sooner or later become a unilateral service of the alliance."

A group of tribes were angry and scolded their mothers in various ways.

As soon as there is a quarrel, the morale will fall to the bottom, and the more quarrels there are, the less you have to fight.

"These tribes are real vegetables, they only died a few times before they cut the plane and ran away."

"What would the tribe do but win more with less, oh, they would also steal people, a bunch of garbage people."

"Now that the Black Rock Mountain in this plane is ours, I'm going to let the tribe drag the corpse into the city."

Jing Lang and they successfully occupied the Black Rock Mountain, blocking the passage, and the tribe wanted to go to the Molten Heart, the Black Stone Abyss, and the Black Stone Tower, and they had to drag the corpse to enter the capital.

"Brother Lang, we won."

After winning the team battle, everyone was very happy: "If you fight a few more times, the tribe is estimated to have no one, and Barov will be our world." ”

Jing Lang is not as impressive as others: "The number of Barov's tribes is too large, and it is impossible for this server to become a unilateral service of the alliance, if the battlefield is opened a month late, I am afraid that this service will become a unilateral service of the tribe." ”

Some people are puzzled.

Jing Lang explained: "We can only take down one plane at most, and now there are at least four planes, the tribe can't beat us, can't we beat others?" Don't look at this group of tribes cutting the plane, they can organize a little in the other plane, and they can continue to occupy the Black Rock Mountain. ”

"Then let's switch planes and them."

"It's useless, we can't transpose planes indefinitely."

Jing Lang shook his head, the situation is actually not optimistic: "We can't always organize together and consume with the tribe, the final result is that there are more people from the tribe at the gate of the dungeon, we don't have to join the group, we still have to drag the corpse into the capital." ”

Ling Jing said: "I'm afraid that Blizzard will not open the battlefield for a long time, so I will open the server first." ”

Jing Lang bowed: "That is really the end of the Barov Alliance, there will definitely be a bunch of people who will turn away, and those who are left behind will not be able to support it, and in the end, more and more people will be transferred, and finally this service will become a unilateral service of the tribe." ”

A mere victory over Blackstone Mountain is not enough to rewrite the 1.5 to 1 ratio between the Barov tribe and the alliance, and if the environment continues to be harsh, this service will irreversibly become a tribal unilateral service sooner or later.

Seriously, Blizzard has done a terrible job of maintaining the balance of the servers, but as long as the honor points are opened along with the battlefield, they won't make so many one-sided servers.

"Ah, what are we going to do then?"

"What can I do, I can do it if I have a fight."

Jing Lang still didn't say it in the end, there is really no one in the Barov Alliance, everyone will change the words together, and now everyone is in full swing, and they can't hit their own PVP enthusiasm: "It's boring to fight in Black Stone Mountain, the tribe doesn't dare to fight with us, Brother Lang, I'll take you to Orgrimmar, slaughter the city, and kill Sal." ”

It doesn't matter if he is a disadvantaged service, it doesn't matter if he will open a transfer service, if he doesn't accept it, he will do it.

Jing Lang's next target, the leader of the tribe, Sal.