Soldiers are fast.

By the time the Horde reacted and the Alliance raided Thrall through the back door, it was already too late.

Jing Lang rushed into Sal's room with three regiments of brothers, and scared the on-hook tribe to pee.

"The mage gave me infinite snow to drop in the direction of the entrance, and the hunter put frost traps, and don't let any tribe in."

"Block the door, block the door for me, now the advantage is on our side, the tribe comes in one by one and dies one by one, and one group dies when one comes in."

Rush into Sal's room and quickly clear out the tribal players who are hanging up inside, Jing Lang and others occupy a favorable terrain and can trap and kill the tribal players who come in to support.

Thrall's room is not big, as long as the mage keeps snowing towards the entrance, the tribe players want to rush in to rescue, there are no people who are several times more than them, and coming in is equivalent to giving people heads.

Through the battle just now, Jing Lang already knew that the tribe did not have a unified command in this plane, and it would definitely not be able to organize an effective scale to support Thrall, and nine times out of ten it was a few rushing in to rescue.

"It's strange, why are there still tribes that haven't been cleared out of Sal's room?"

"Silly, this is tribal territory, the tribe doesn't give priority to pvp, we can't take the initiative to attack."

As soon as the honor value is opened, there are very few players who don't open the pvp, only a few cats and dogs who don't like pvp are still hanging up in the Sal room, they don't open the pvp, and Jing Lang and his party have nothing to do with them.

Jing Lang marked several NCPs in the room: "Don't bother with these players who don't have PvP, they don't threaten, if they dare to open PvP, our AOE can send them back to the graveyard." ”

Even if these players are alive, Jing Lang doesn't believe that they dare to open a PVP surrounded by hundreds of hostile players, and they will definitely flee in the wilderness, and it is not a threat at all.

The real threat comes from the players at the door and the NPCs in the room.

"The mage must have good snow, and he can't break it with level 1 snow."

Don't underestimate a level 1 blizzard, dozens of mages snow together, and no one can resist the stacked damage.

Sal room, more than one Sal, there are some elite guards and NPPC are not to worry about, there are only two who really care.

One is Woking, and the other is Nazgrell, Saar's advisor.

Jing Lang assigned the task: "Come to France, you are in charge of LS, and the MT of your regiment will establish the Sal Vice Hatred." ”

He is the best equipped to come to France, and he is the most stable to carry Sal.

"Iron Pillar, you pull Woking, pull to the corner to play, we won't kill Woking this time, only Sal."

It's a waste of time to kill Wojin, killing will not be enough time to kill Sal, Jing Lang is not Shantis Feather Moon, with the prayer of the goddess of moonlight, they can use the Luna railgun to blast Sal and Wojin into slag infinitely.

Normally, the team that comes to kill Sal will hold Woking without killing, kill Sal with all their might, and then run away before all the tribal support arrives.

"Under the moon, you hold Nazgrell, we won't kill this guy, only Sal."

"Peaches and MT who have nothing to do go to the door position, kill Sal and there will be NPC guards coming in to support, every time you refresh the guards, you pull it."

"The treatment is mainly optimistic about the blood volume of your group's MT, if MT doesn't die, you can take Sal."

"The other DPS don't care about Nazgrell and Woking, kill Sal with all their might, kill Sal, and we'll win."

In the 60s, Saar had 790,000 blood, Woking 530,000 blood, and Nazgrell 640,000 blood.

The combined blood volume of the three boss-level NPCs is close to 2 million, which is almost equal to the total blood volume of Onexia Galagnaros, and if you want to kill them all, it is estimated that you can only do it in a unilateral service.

Jing Lang wants a quick victory: "Concentrate all your forces to kill Sal, and kill Sal quickly and take a screenshot, and you can withdraw." ”

There is no picture and no truth, and the screenshot can tell the world, Barov's Sal was killed by the alliance, and the superior number of the tribe is nothing more than that.

In fact, the NPC will trigger the battle, and everyone will quickly fight according to the assigned tasks.

The tribal players in this plane finally reacted and came back from outside the city to support.

Orgrimane, there are still some players who did not go out of the city, and they entered Thrall's room as soon as possible to support.

It's a pity that what awaits them is countless blizzards, and they lie down in seconds without taking two steps when they come in.

"Hahaha, cool."

Chrysanthemum Mantian looked at the beating honor value and laughed: "Next time, we will come in from the front, and there will definitely be a lot of honor points." ”

Bright: "Chrysanthemum, do you want to eat a fart, there is King Sarufar on the front, you came in from the front, and before you got to Sal's room, you were wiped out by the king." ”

Orgrimmar's strongest fighting power is not Thrall, but King Sarufar who patrols near the main gate.

King Sarufar is on the front, unless it is a one-sided server, otherwise it is impossible for the alliance to break through from the front.

But if the alliance group does not believe in evil, the result will definitely be wiped out by a group of tribal players led by the king.

When Jing Lang and the others entered Sal's room, they deliberately went in close to the side, just for fear of attracting King Sarufar, and if they were introduced, they would have no choice but to retreat, which would definitely be ridiculed by the tribe in turn.

"Interesting, the tribe itself came in to send honor points."

"Haha, honor is worth the buffet."

"Don't take it lightly, if someone dies, Xiaode will bring the person back from the battle, and try not to run the corpse."

Now killing enemy players will jump honor points, which is particularly cool.

Countless tribal players rushed in one after another to rescue Sal, and all of them gave Jing Lang their honor points, so that their honor points would rise.

Not to mention, playing in a group to brush up on honor is faster than fighting alone, and if you want to quickly improve your rank, you have to follow the group 24 hours a day.

"Thrall still has 50% blood."

Laifa has been reporting the amount of blood.

Jing Lang was very satisfied with the progress: "Yes, that's it, I will definitely be able to kill Sal." ”

It's a pity that there was no slaughter bear in the 60s, if it was the 80s, Jing Lang would definitely lead everyone to kill all the leaders of the tribe and make a slaughter to make a bear ride.

The NPCs in Thrall's room, as well as the tribal players who went forward to support them, were not vegetarians, and after a long time, Jing Lang and they began to reduce their personnel.

Xiaode's war recovery has a CD, and soon, the war recovery is all used up.

Jing Lang looked at the remaining two-thirds of the members: "Keep beating Sal, don't stop the mage's snow, we will definitely be able to push Sal." ”

Time can't be delayed for too long, the longer it takes, the more people will die, and when the casualties reach a certain level, they will not be able to block the door, then they will be greeted by the group annihilation.

"And 20%!"

Laifa said excitedly: "In the killing stage, if you hold on for a while, we will win." ”

On the tribal side, they have been scolding their mothers on the world channel, and those who rushed in to support have been spraying people in the city in a daze, thinking that they are cowards.

"Made, Sal is going to be killed, this is still an advantage suit, play an egg, you can play by yourself, labor and management will not play."

"The leader of the main city was killed first, and if you are embarrassed, no one in the tribe will organize it, so quickly organize it together to destroy the alliance."

"No, Sal is dead,, a bunch of garbage is hanging up in the main city and doesn't dare to enter Sal's room to support, I'm disgusting if I'm on the same server as you."

The Tribal World Channel is super lively, and those who have died the most are the most aggrieved and scolded the most.

Finally, someone from the Tribal Guild stepped forward.

"If the alliance kills Thrall, we will kill Berval, and the Stormwind City group will be formed, and the speed will come."

Thrall's killing was inevitable, and in order to fight back, the tribe organized several regiments and decided to attack Stormwind to kill Berval.