In the mist, a rude roar resounded across the battlefield, and the Kukaron soldiers in the city gate defense line suddenly widened their eyes, clenched their guns, and waited for the enemy to appear, and the enemy did not disappoint them, and soon appeared.

That's the green skin, the massive green skin.

They leapt out of the fog, roaring out of their mouths, their tattered guns firing indiscriminately at the front, not caring about injuring their allies.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Kukaron's position immediately became chaotic, as they did not know where to attack first.

Because of the greenskins everywhere, it seems that a large number of portals are opening in the dense fog one after another, causing these greenskins to jump directly from their world.

The roaring noise of inferior engines was heard, dozens of rough iron trucks whistling out of the thick fog, and the fart drivers screamed excitedly, they had no goal at all, and they would run over wherever there were many people anyway, it was a complete suicide collision.

A green-skinned boy is operating the machine gun and firing indiscriminately, and from time to time the green-skinned compatriots around the truck are accidentally shot and die at the hands of their own people.

With a piercing sound of circular saws, a dozen rusty tin canisters with two iron legs rushed out of the thick fog, with four arms welded to the jars, a pair of circular saws, and a pair of muzzles.

And the green-skinned bosses dressed in high-grade scrap iron followed behind the killing tin cans in twos and threes, directing the boys under their command to rush up and send them to their deaths.

The Kukaron soldiers were really a little panicked, they had never seen such a chaotic army attacking with suicide, and they simply took their lives for their lives.

Especially the iron trucks, the old farts drivers seem to be crazy, and after the greenskins in the car are dead, the fart drivers drive the truck to the giant fortress tank in the middle of the clearing, and then detonate the truck, sending out a violent suicide explosion.

Heaven and earth can learn that some trucks have lost one of their wheels, and they are still speeding up!

There were explosions everywhere, green skins that had been killed in batches everywhere, and corpses piled up.

The Kukaron defenses were also uncomfortable, with suicidal attacks costing them a lot, and even the Azerit Fortress tank was blown up with its tracks and a dozen small turrets.

After an hour or so, the fog that had hung over the battlefield finally began to slowly dissipate.

At this moment, the battlefield was already a mess, and the scene was almost like being bombarded head-on by a meteor shower, and there were craters of explosions everywhere.

The corpses of the greenskins were piled up, and the remains of iron trucks and scrap metal from the killing cans were scattered everywhere, burning sulkly and emitting plumes of black smoke.

Kukaron's troops suffered heavy casualties, including dead and wounded, and the overall number of troops was reduced by at least one-third, and all artillery and heavy machine guns were reimbursed.

The surface of the Azerit Fortress tank was even more miserable, full of pits, and broken armor everywhere.

"How's that, Boss Sal, are you still satisfied with our green temptation service?"

On a vantage point in the rebel position, elven diplomats are smiling and treating their clients as warmly as spring.

"The final blow. The diplomat pulled out a remote control with only a red button on it.

Rumble!

The bodies of the greenskins exploded, and each of the greenskins had a bunch of high explosives strapped to their bodies before they came, and some foodies ate the explosives.

Now, the mountain of corpses exploded, and the Kukaron troops, who had finally recovered and were ready to reorganize their defensive lines, were once again severely damaged.

"Okay, the full set of services has been completed, if Boss Sal is interested, you can continue to buy the package, our Majesty the God Emperor said, now we are holding promotional activities, there are large discounts, and if you break through the city gate defense, we will directly give a seven-fold discount." ”

Moments later, just as the Alliance's supporting forces had successfully captured the port docks and begun their march in the direction of the city gates, the familiar fog rose again over the city gate battlefield.

Like frightened rabbits, the Kukaron soldiers immediately let out a loud roar and began to quickly search for suitable cover.

At the head of the city, General Nazgolin's brow furrowed even tighter.

This is the green skin that the Night Empire researched back then? How many of these lowly green skins are there?

“Waaaaaagh！！！”

The familiar roar was heard, and the city gate defense line was once again in chaos.

There was war going on outside the city of Orgrimmar, and there was no peace in the city.

In the industrial area of the back city near the Azhara region, the goblins and ethereals who were forced to return by Gary Vickers to continue their work stopped their work and looked at the minotaur who had broken through the patrol of city defense soldiers and was holding a giant axe to kill not far away.

"Gamor will save everyone! For the sake of the Horde, overthrow Garrosh!"

Well, Brother Garmore, who has been mysteriously lost contact for a long time and has been absent from the "Havoc and the Rich" prize quiz show several times, finally appeared.

Gammor accepted the offer of the god's eldest son, and after promising not to betray the tribe, Gamor began to appreciate the dawn and morninglight, coupled with Sarodar's special attention to this minotaur, so Gamor's individual strength can be regarded as growing by leaps and bounds.

In layman's terms: it was a thousand deaths a day, but now it is a world boss with ten thousand enemies.

At this moment, around the Minotaur's body, three dark golden energy hammers condensed by the dawn and morning light were rapidly turning, like a storm of blades, and any soldiers who tried to approach the Minotaur were hit by the energy war hammer and spat blood, and the weaker ones were directly blasted out.

Moments later, Gammor managed to kill the last Kukaron soldier guarding the area, and the Ground Arsenal City was officially liberated.

The goblins who had signed the deed of sale were stunned for a moment, and then erupted in loud shrill cheers.

"It's back! It's back! Go to the armory, get weapons! We're going back! Overthrow Gary Vickers, overthrow the Rusty Water Chaebol, and be your own boss!!!"

Ethereals, you look at me, I'll look at you, and shrugged.

Okay, then follow the local customs, let's reverse together, looking at the excited appearance of the group of goblins, it seems that if you follow along, it will be of great benefit.

"Brother, ask me, who are we fighting for now?"

"Nonsense, for the gold coins, of course... Ahem, fight for the Horde Resistance, fight for the Great Chief of Saar!"

Soon after, the goblins collectively patted him on the back, complimenting Gamore, who was full of red light, and patted his chest hard.

"Don't worry, everyone rush with me, Gamore will save you!"

"Hit the trade area, open the city gates, and the money !!"