"Iron Star, salvo!"

Kagas* Blade Fist shook the sharp blade fist of his right arm and yelled at the walls of the Hanging Hammer Castle in the distance.

In the Iron Tribe army formation behind him, the Steel Star launchers were neatly lined up, and the catapult port was aimed at the city wall directly in front of them, followed by a roar of explosions, and the steel star in the shape of black wheels dragged the flame trail, fell from the sky, jumped over the city wall, and smashed into the city.

The Hangmath is the capital city of the Ogre Empire, located in the westernmost part of the Nagrand Prairie, a giant city made entirely of large rough stones.

The Black Dragoons hovered over the Hammer Bunker, dropping goblin bombs, followed by a flurry of dive machine gun fire.

Kargas hates ogres, and this damn big fat guy used to enslave him and throw him into the arena for a death match, so no matter which world or timeline the ogre is, Kargas wants to kill them all.

The troops who came to the Hanging Hammer Fort this time were basically members of the Broken Hand Clan, and at this moment they were staring fiercely at the section of the city wall that was about to collapse with red eyes.

The ogres who only dared to hide behind the walls knew immediately how cruel the wrath of the Broken Hand Clan was.

Finally, with a violent thud, a section of the wall in front of the Hangmaul Castle collapsed, and the ogres were desperately trying to block it.

"Attack!

Calgas stood on the shoulders of a steel goron, driving the giant towards the mallet.

The Iron Tribe is in full swing on this side, and the new tribe on the other side is also wandering around the Nagrand Prairie, and they are extremely harmonious.

In this parallel world of Draenor, the Orc tribe also gathered all the old, weak, sick and disabled of various clans, and made them form a clan that was completely freed: Maghan.

The new tribe got their idea, and it went very well.

The Maghan clan accepted the new horde's offer to join these compatriots from another timeline who had not been severely corrupted by evil powers.

The most important thing for the new tribe is warriors, and the most lacking is the regular population, and these old, weak, sick and disabled people of the Maghan clan just meet the needs of the new tribe.

Older orcs have a great deal of ancestral traditions and cultures, disabled warrior veterans can become experienced and qualified instructors, and young children and women can bring prosperity to new tribes.

Therefore, for this group of precious population resources, the new tribe regarded it as a treasure, and divided an elite army to escort them to the migration of the clan, to camp in the Shadowmoon Valley area, and wait for the return with the Azeroth coalition army.

This trip is worth it, and the next step is to continue to expand the results.

And he had to get ahead of that group of alliance dogs, otherwise he would steal all the benefits of Lothar's dog days, killing all the way and catching slaves.

Oh, and the dog-day Black Scythe Council Warlocks, whom the new horde grits their teeth at hate.

This group of self-unleashing warlocks is crazy now, and they are not in the world of Azeroth anyway, so they are messing around and not distressed at all.

The top of the Black Scythe Council of Reitson, they even frantically summoned an Abyss Lord!

This is really a beep dog, you say you can summon it, then you can control it, but as a result, this abyss lord has also let go of freedom, broke free from the control of the warlocks, and is now running around in the Nagrand steppe, killing wherever he goes.

And the Warlocks of the Black Scythe Council ... Well, they dig their nostrils, shrug their shoulders and leave it at that.

No!

Oh, what can we do if we make a mistake, we are also desperate, Mr. Retson, the speaker of the Black Scythe Council, spread his arms outstretched, indicating that there is nothing we can do.

The new tribe now seriously suspected that this group of warlocks did not intend to be responsible at all, they were just trying to complete the green fire magic book of the three series of warlocks, so after studying the Abyss Lord, they directly released him into the wild.

Look at the Abyss Lord who is spreading joy everywhere, he is surrounded by all kinds of demon species, from demon fire imps to succubi to Heavenly Fury Guards, he is simply a ragtag army.

So it must be that you dog-day warlocks are lazy after researching, okay!

All in all, the Nagrand Prairie is already full of war at the moment, with the group of Alliance dogs killing people everywhere and setting fire to play Sanguang in the past, and the demonic motley army releasing evil energy pollution everywhere, which is simply adding to the blockage of the new tribe's action to gather compatriots.

And that's not all, and then another group of evil energy Eredar came!

What are you going to do, ah?

Luckily, however, Socresa's Eredar Legion had no interest in the Nagrand Prairie, and they had just stopped by to incorporate the demonic motley army.

After seeing such a large number of Ereda in the leading Abyssal Lord, this old brother's mentality was still a little weak at that time, after all, he had worked in the Burning Legion Company for so long, and he was still quite afraid of the executives of these companies.

Now that the leaders are inspecting, they are still a large group, when did he, an unknown junior, be so valued by the organization?

So after the Eredas attacked and burned a bunch of motley demons, the Abyss Lord immediately surrendered with the remaining demons.

Oh, buddy, stop, don't fight, your own people! It's me, it's a friendly army! Have you forgotten the big fat man on the shore of the lake of Antorus's burning throne!

After successfully absorbing this demonic motley army, the Socresa Legion left the Nagrand Prairie without stopping, and headed north, heading towards Frostfire Ridge.

Apparently they were preparing to trouble Gul'dan and the remnants of the Orc Clan.

Socresa inadvertently wiped the ass of the Black Scythe Council, and the new tribe was overjoyed.

At last, there was one less scourge, and the new tribe's efforts to recoin their compatriots in Nagrand were suddenly one less of a great obstacle.

In the Talador region, the Dawn Lightcast Draenei launched a modest counter-offensive and managed to defeat the remaining orc army and reclaim their sleeping shrine of Oakington.

It's just that Oakington has become a big ruin at this moment, and the glory and magnificence of the past have long since disappeared.

Moreover, the orc warlocks are playing with the sleeping souls here, so at this moment the undead are rampant in Oakington, and a large number of Draenei souls are wailing in pain, attacking any creature in front of them.

With the cooperation of the Soul Bound Priest, Dawn Lightcast Draenei desperately purifies these irascible souls of misery while searching for the sleeping souls that remain untouched.

They were ready to pack up and take everything valuable in Oakington and rebuild their place of sleep in that strange new world.

As for the city of Shattrath, which is not far from the door... Well, because it has long been occupied by the evil orcs, there is nothing of value left at this moment, and it is completely useless.

All in all, the great relocation and looting of the whole world is proceeding in a steady and orderly manner.

Boss Hu's three-foot scraping policy has been greatly supported by the Azeroth bandits.