In Orgrimmar City, it was already a mess at the moment.

The team of the Goblin Rebels was united, shouting the slogan "Justice" in their mouths, and followed the group's temporarily elected chief CEO, Gamor, towards the trade area at the main entrance of Orgrimmar.

For the first time in a long time, Gammor experienced the wonderful feeling of being admired by everyone, trusted by everyone, and regarded by everyone as the backbone and leader of the team.

So that's what the big guy feels!

The Minotaur is full of excitement, he will not let down the trust of these lovely and simple goblins, and he will lead them to a beautiful freedom!

As for robbing the bank... How could I do such a thing, but I was a law-abiding citizen of the Sanhao tribe?

Garmore said that his will is as strong as steel, and he still has a bottom line for doing things on his own.

"Garmor-sama, take us aboard!"

"Yes, you are the chief CEO of our group, the patron saint of the Goblin Free Syndicate, and lead us to overthrow the oppression of the Rusty Water Chaebol, the source of oppression is in the bank vault of Gary Vickers!"

Gamor, the savior of the dawn, said that he ...

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All in all, the thoughts and worries just now were immediately put to the back of his mind, and the steel-willed Minotaur brother turned on the goblin savior mode.

Occupy the banks, break the vaults, and unleash the golden sources of oppression!

The Goblins' revolt was like a fire, quickly igniting the whole of Orgrimmar.

The Kukaron City Defense Force was about to divide their forces to suppress the hateful goblins, but before they could start moving, another piece of bad news came.

The city of Spirit Valley also revolted.

There are quite a few orcs of the Frostwolf Clan and the Thunder King Clan who still live in Orgrimmar, and they got the news that the Goblin Rebel Army and the Tribal Resistance Army were about to break down, so without saying a word, they took the trolls and minotaurs who had already gathered in the Spirit Valley City to fight back.

The rebels of Spirit Valley quickly took over the entire city, and then rushed out, first breaching the nearby Hall of Honor and then marching in the direction of the city gates.

On the way to the army, the Frostwolf Rebels rescued the Panda People of the Huojin Sect who were imprisoned nearby.

Ji *Huozhang, the head of the Huojin faction who was seriously injured, lay on a stretcher and made an important speech: "Beat! Beat me! Shit to recuperate! Shit to calm down! Give it to me, kill that bitch in Garrush!"

After the Frostwolf Rebel Army had the addition of the Pandaren Warrior Monk of the Fire Gold Sect, the size of the team immediately more than doubled.

They firmly carried out the spirit of Ji * Huozhang's speech, and whenever they encountered the Kukaron army and the Garrosh radical orcs along the way, they rushed up and beat them up and seriously injured them without saying anything, and then tied them up and awaited trial.

As for those soldiers who are determined to raise their guns and fight back at their tribal brothers, they can only end up being shot to death and hacked to death with knives.

And that's not all, the Warlocks of the Storm Marauder Clan are also making trouble, and they have summoned an Abyss Lord, who is now leading a demonic motley army, also advancing in the direction of the city gate.

Didn't you Garrosh discriminate against us warlocks, eat Lao Tzu for a burst of evil meteor showers first!

The control of the Kukaron forces is rapidly shrinking, they are being divided and surrounded, and the main force has been compressed around the Chief's Hall at the City Gate Square.

And even the city gate square has been attacked by the rebels from outside the city at this moment.

The rebel artillery was blazing the massive and heavy gates, which were now cracked and crumbling.

The four war airships of the alliance are clearing the air defense units on the city, you bombard me, I return you a shuttle anti-aircraft machine gun, you are fighting back and forth.

In the spirit of customer-oriented service, the Night Empire is also continuing to attack, striving to satisfy the big boss of Thrall.

"Fart Spirits Explode Team, Launch!"

On the greenskin positions flanking the Horde Resistance, dozens of crooked and crudely projectiles that seemed to be about to fall apart at any moment had been pulled in.

Countless greenskinned farts were strapped to high explosives, and in high spirits lined up in a restless queue behind the projectors, waiting to take off.

A moment later, the Kukaron soldiers in the city suddenly heard a strange scream, looked up, and saw that it was raining.

Countless fart spirits screamed excitedly, falling from the sky, quite a kind of heavenly soldier and general.

Rumble!

A few restless butt spirits did not adjust the landing angle, and directly crashed into a towering building, falling into flesh, and the high explosives on their bodies immediately burst into a violent explosion, and the highly flammable gunpowder immediately evolved into a sea of fire, and thick smoke billowed out.

"Crazy! Crazy! Those greenskins are all riding horses, and they're a bunch of damn crazy people!"

A Kukaron officer watched in despair as the group of human bombs rained down one after another, then opened his parachute, controlled the angle, and rushed towards the crowded area.

Under the attack of thousands of fart suicide squads, the city gate square was completely reduced to a sea of fire.

In front of the Chief's Hall, a team of elite Kukaron War Shamans are struggling to support elemental shields against the continuous explosion and the onslaught of fire.

But there was no hope for them, and in the face of this frenzied suicide attack, the dark shamans were quickly drained of the last vestiges of their elemental control and mental power, and were unwilling to be swallowed by the explosion, turned into a pile of charred corpses, and finally burned to ashes by the sea of fire.

There was another loud bang, and the heavy steel gate was finally overwhelmed and fell to the ground with a bang.

Orgrimmar has officially announced the destruction of the city.

Orgrimmar, who never falls, ushered in its first feat, and this first feat was achieved by its own people.

Looking at the rebel soldiers pouring in from the direction of the city gates, and then at the billowing smoke rising from the direction of other urban areas, Commander Kukaron completely gave up the idea of continuing to resist and ordered a complete retreat to the underground fortress.

But many soldiers did not obey the order, they let go of their hands holding weapons, did not speak and did not act.

Commander Kukaron understood what the soldiers meant, for he himself had the same thoughts.

What's the point of retreating to the underground fortress?

The Great Chief had failed, and defeat was defeat, and no one thought that the Heart of Ashya could save the situation.

"Lay down our arms, we surrender. ”

The Kukaron Overseer closed his eyes and gave the final order to the ground city defense forces.

Their war is over, and it's time for the Great Chieftain to make his last stand.