The Kukaron army, who was in charge of the defense of Orgrimmar, felt like their heads were going to blow up at the moment.

The main gate in front of the city was crumbling, the heavy steel gate was full of cracks, and the upper part had been deformed by artillery fire, and could be breached by the rebels at any time.

Thrall's rebels seem to have purchased some kind of expendable package from the nosy Night Empire, and named it Green Temptation, and then the long-eared elves created a dense fog that would not be dispelled, and opened several large portals in the fog, sending a large number of lowly green skins to carry out suicide attacks.

I finally got through it, and before the Kukaron soldiers could breathe a sigh of relief, the bigwigs on the rebel side saw that the effect was remarkable, so they were very satisfied, and immediately bought the second package, the third, the fourth...

So, this is the end of the old age, the group of lowly greenskins who killed a thousand knives, holding their inferior guns and rusty battle axes like scrap copper and rotten iron, riding in iron trucks that are completely scrap copper and rotten iron, storming the defense line of Orgrimmar City Gate in waves, consuming precious Kukaron soldiers.

The life of the green skin is low and worthless, and the death of thousands and eight hundred is not distressing at all, but the Kukaron soldiers are different, these are all elite soldiers drawn from all levels of troops, the cost of cultivating an elite soldier of this kind, money and resources are secondary, the important thing is time, how long does it take for you to participate in the battle from the birth of a green skin.

It's not just the soldiers who can't hold on, but the giant Azerit Fortress tank can't hold out for long, and the steel behemoth is on the verge of being scrapped and overhauled after enduring more than a dozen waves of suicide attacks by the greenskins.

And once the fortress tanks are out of the battle sequence, then it is not far from the city gate being breached.

General Nazgrin has left the city, and he has returned to the vast fortress deep underground in the chieftain's hall, leading all his elite troops to the checkpoint that leads to the depths of the ground, where the Grand Chief Garrosh is located.

To face Garrosh, the deepest part of the Underground Fortress, General Nazgrin would be a formidable barrier for the first Horde Resistance, even if the battle would be painful for both sides of the Civil War.

People are in the defensive line, and this road will never pass, this is the mission of General Nazgorin, and it is also a principle that the orc warriors of glory adhere to.

The Coalition's armies may surrender decisively when the situation is hopeless to save their lives, and the noble officers will also demand decent treatment as prisoners, and even high-quality services befitting their aristocratic status, as if they were servants in their own estates.

But the orc warriors are completely different, even in the most hopeless and difficult conditions, they still choose to fight to the end and die a glorious death.

Their houses are rudimentary and unpretentious, and they don't buy any special battle souvenirs, and their walls are filled with only the heads of enemies they have defeated or their weapons.

They can surrender to the revered and admired King Sarufar, who is also an orc, because there is no shame in it, but they will never bow their heads to the armies of the alliance and throw their weapons away, and the pain and shame of the old horde will never be repeated.

King Sarufar understood this, and he didn't want the elite warriors of his tribe to be consumed in this disgraceless civil war, so after every Greenskin suicide attack, the orc veteran would go to the front, completely ignoring the risk of being shot, and shouted at the Kukaron position, hoping that the young men would lay down their arms and end the battle.

The Kukaron soldiers leaned in the trench and listened quietly to the shouts of the king of Sarufar, some of the soldiers were really tired and tired, they did not want to continue to kill each other with their compatriots, so they walked out of the trench and came to the king of Sarufar with their heads bowed, the Kukaron soldiers in the land did not stop and attack, they were also tired, but they were not to the limit.

"Raise your head, warrior of the tribe! you are not surrendering to the enemy, you are simply refusing to continue to kill your fellow brothers, it is not a shameful thing!"

With the roar of King Sarufar, the surrendered Kukaron soldiers raised their heads again and gave a chest-beating salute, as if greatly relieved.

The war that belongs to them is over, and they don't need to think about who they should be loyal to, they just need to wait in the rear, and wait for it to be all over.

The army of the Grand Chief Garrosh is crumbling and in full disintegration, and the defense of the gates of Orgrimmar is about to be breached.

To add insult to injury, not only were the gates' defenses on the verge of collapse, but the other direction of the city, the northern industrial area near the Eshara region, was suddenly out of the grip of Kukaron's army.

According to the information found by the scouts, the goblins and ethereals working in the military factory seem to have rebelled en masse, saying that they are completely out of the job and system of the Rusty Water Chaebol, refusing to accept the leadership of the Grand Chief Garrosh, and no longer acknowledging all the pacties they have signed with the Rusty Water Chaebol.

Goblin Free United Group, this is a new company formed by this group of goblin buddies of the dick silk class, with a counterattack posture to replace the rusty water chaebol.

And leading their uprising was Garmor, the chief CEO of the Commonwealth Group and the messenger of the dawn.

Well... Yes, Gammor is an ordinary minotaur with no basic knowledge of economics.

Now this minotaur brother is the chief CEO of the Goblin Group, and it is abolished, if you want to be able to make money, I will eat the city gate live.

No matter how you look at it, these two parties can't be connected, are those goblins crazy or have their brains in water?

But that's the case, the mighty Knight of the Dawn, Garmor, brandished the light-forged axe in his hand and charged at the front of the uprising, followed by a large group of goblin rebels with various miscellaneous weapons, and in the center of the line were four steam tanks that had just rolled off the production line, which the goblins had looted inside the arsenal.

"Freedom!

"Lots of gold!"

"Five insurances and one housing fund, high deposits, year-end bonuses, share dividends!"

"Down with the economic monopoly of the rusty water chaebol!"

"Occupy the trade zone and rob the bank opened by Gary Vickers!"

"Rush, ah, ah!! money!!"

The goblin buddies held up the arcane amplified loudspeakers and followed behind the killer Gamor, shouting all the way.

More and more goblins and ethereals joined the rebel team, as well as some nosy orcs and troll brothers who wanted a piece of the pie and ran out of their hideouts and joined the "pay-seeking brigade".

"Reverse it, reverse it, reverse it, welcome Grand Chief Sal into the city!"