"Then it was so happily decided that the Horde would provide the Night Empire with a batch of fur luxuries after the war in exchange for a consumable offensive. ”

The Imperial diplomat, who had arrived with the Inquisition Legion, smiling, watched as Thrall signed his name on an agreement.

Thrall nodded, the furs of the outer Nagrand region, which have always been popular in the market of the Night Empire, can now exchange a batch of furs for a consumable attack.

As for what a consumable offense is, Sal was deeply sore after perusing a well-printed price list for a package.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being a god-honored old rascal, and now he is not only limited to selling arms, but also engaged in exporting war as a new commodity...

Orgrimmar.

General Nazgorin stood on the rampart, looked at the already broken defense line below, and sighed heavily.

The tribe is bleeding, and it is bleeding senselessly.

He was tired of this civil war, what was wrong with the tribe? What kind of hatred did he have to solve by means of civil war?

But now is not the time for sentimentality, and as the commander-in-chief of the city's defense, Nazgorin must devote all his energy to it.

The rebels seemed odd, they suddenly stopped their attack, and the continuous sound of machine guns and artillery suddenly fell silent.

What's going on?

Soon after, something even stranger happened to Nazgorin.

There seemed to be fog outside Orgrimmar's gates, and the thick fog permeated the entire battlefield, with visibility of less than ten meters.

Nazgorin frowned and beckoned the herald.

"Let the shaman disperse these fogs immediately, quickly!"

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

Bang!

Scattered gunshots rang out from the thick fog, and here and there, it seemed that some soldiers were firing indiscriminately.

But Nazgolin's brow furrowed even tighter, and his keen hearing saw as if the jumble of gunfire was becoming more and more frequent.

And then...

“aaaaaagh!!!”

A loud roar resounded through the battlefield, and the Kukaron soldiers in the city gate defense line suddenly widened their eyes and clenched the guns in their hands.

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

They leapt out of the fog, roaring and firing indiscriminately with their tattered guns.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

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

Because of the greenskins everywhere, there seemed to be a large portal in the fog, allowing the greenskins to jump directly from their world.

The roar of the engine was heard, dozens of rough iron trucks whizzed out of the thick fog, and the fart drivers screamed with excitement, they had no goal at all, and they would run over wherever there were many people anyway.

There is a heavy machine gun installed in the truck body, and a green-skinned boy is operating the machine gun, firing indiscriminately, and from time to time, the surrounding green-skinned compatriots are accidentally shot and die at the hands of their own people.

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

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 to their deaths.

The Kukaron soldiers were really panicked, they had never seen such a chaotic army attacking suicide.

Especially the iron trucks, the farts who drove them seemed to be crazy, and after the greenskins in the car were dead, the farts driver drove the truck to the giant fortress tank in the middle of the clearing, and then detonated the truck, sending out a violent suicide explosion.

Heaven and earth can learn from the world, some trucks have been knocked off one wheel, and they are still galloping!

There were explosions everywhere, and everywhere there were batches of greenskins being killed.

Kukaron was also uncomfortable, such suicide attacks cost them a lot, and even the fortress tanks were blown up with tracks and a dozen small turrets.

An hour later, the fog finally began to lift.

The battlefield was already in shambles, and the scene was as if it had been hit by a meteor shower, with craters and explosion craters everywhere.

The corpses of the greenskins were piled up, and the remains of tin trucks and large tin cans were scattered everywhere, burning sulkly and emitting puffs of smoke.

Kukaron suffered heavy casualties, attribution of at least a third, and all artillery and heavy machine guns were reimbursed.

The surface of that fortress tank was even more miserable, full of pits, broken everywhere.

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

On a vantage point in the rebel position, Imperial diplomats were smiling.

Satisfied, of course satisfied.

The bigwigs of the rebel army looked at the miserable city gate defense line, and the expressions on their faces were very exciting.

"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 them had a bunch of high explosives on their bodies before they arrived.

Now, the mountain of corpses exploded, and Kukaron, who had finally recovered and prepared to put the line in order, was hit hard again.

"Okay, the full set of services has been completed, if Boss Sal is interested, you can continue to buy the package, there are large discounts, and we will give a 20% discount if you break through the city gate defense." ”

Moments later, just as the Union forces captured the port and began their march towards the city gates, a thick fog rose again.

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

On the city walls, General Nazgolin's brow furrowed even tighter.

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

“aaaaaagh！！！”

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

In the middle of Orgrimmar, near the industrial area of the back city in the Al Sara region.

The goblins who were forced back to work by Gary Vix stopped what they were doing and looked at the minotaur who was holding a giant axe in the air not far away.

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

Gamor accepted the offer of the eldest son of the god (see the previous special chapter for details) and began to perceive the dawn and morning, coupled with Sarodar's attention to this special minotaur, so Gamor's strength increased by leaps and bounds.

Around the Minotaur's body was a giant hammer of energy condensed by three dawn and morning light, like a storm.

Kill the last Kukaron soldier guarding here, and the factory is officially liberated.

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

"Anyway, it's back! Go to the armory, get a weapon! Let's go back! Overthrow Gary Vickers and be your own boss!"

Soon after, Gamor, who was complimented by the goblins and glowed red, patted his chest vigorously.

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

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