"Then it's such a happy decision. Horde will provide Night Empire with a batch of fur luxury goods after the war in exchange for an expendable attack."
The imperial diplomat who came with the Judgement Burning Legion looked at Thrall signing his name on an agreement with a smile on his face.
Thrall nodded. The furs in the Outland Nagrand region have always been welcomed by the Night Empire market. Now, by exchanging a batch of furs for a consumable attack, this business can be done.
As for what an expendable attack is, Thrall was deeply troubled after carefully reading a beautifully printed package price list.
Sure enough, he is worthy of being a godly old hooligan. Now he is not limited to selling arms, but also exporting war as a new type of commodity...
Orgrimmar.
General Nazgrim stood on the city wall, looking at the messy defense line below, and sighed heavily.
Horde is bleeding, and it is still bleeding needlessly.
He is tired of this civil war. What happened to Horde? What kind of deep hatred can be resolved only through civil war?
But now is not the time to be sentimental. As the commander-in-chief of city defense, Nazgrim must devote all his energy to this.
The rebels seemed a little strange. They suddenly stopped attacking, and the continuous sound of machine guns and artillery fire suddenly became quiet.
What's going on?
Soon after, something even stranger happened to Nazgrim.
Orgrimmar It seemed that there was fog outside the city gate. The thick fog filled the entire battlefield, and the visibility was less than ten meters.
Nazgrim frowned and called the messenger.
"Let Shaman dispel this dense fog immediately, quickly!"
Bang!
There was a gunshot.
Bang! Bang bang!
Chaotic gunshots came from the thick fog, scattered and scattered, as if some soldiers were firing randomly.
But Nazgrim's brows furrowed even more tightly. His keen hearing discovered that the frequency of these chaotic gunshots seemed to be increasing.
Then...
"Waaaaaagh!!!"
A loud roar resounded across the battlefield, and the soldiers on the city gate defense line Kor'kron suddenly widened their eyes and tightened their grip on the firearms in their hands.
That's Green Skins, massive Green Skins.
They jumped out of the fog, roaring loudly, and fired randomly with the tattered firearms in their hands.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Kor'kron's position immediately became chaotic because they didn't know where to attack first.
Because there are Green Skins everywhere, there seems to be a large portal in the thick fog, allowing these Green Skins to jump directly from their world.
The roar of the engine came, and dozens of rough Scrap Trucks roared out of the thick fog. The drivers screamed with excitement. They had no target at all. They would just crush wherever there were people.
There is a heavy machine gun that looks like scrap metal installed in the bed of the truck. A Green Skins boy is manipulating the machine gun and firing randomly. From time to time, the surrounding Green Skins compatriots are accidentally shot and die in the hands of his own people.
Accompanied by a harsh sound of circular saws turning, a dozen tin cans that looked like they had two iron legs rushed out of the thick fog. Four arms, a pair of circular saws, and a pair of gun muzzles were welded to the cans.
Green Skins bosses dressed in high-grade scrap metal followed the killing tin can in twos and threes, instructing the boys under their command to rush forward to die.
Kor'kron The soldiers were really panicked. They had never seen such a chaotic army committing suicide attacks.
Especially those Scrap Trucks, the driving bastards seemed to be crazy. After all the Green Skinss in the truck were dead, the bastard driver drove the truck towards the giant fortress tank in the center of the open space, and then detonated the truck, releasing a violent suicide explosion.
As a lesson to heaven and earth, some trucks have had a wheel knocked off, but they are still speeding!
There were explosions everywhere, and Green Skins were killed in batches everywhere.
Kor'kron also felt uncomfortable. This suicide attack caused them heavy losses. Even the fortress tanks had their tracks and a dozen small turrets blown up.
An hour later, the fog finally began to lift.
The battlefield was already a Misty Valley. The scene was as if it had been hit by a meteor shower, with craters and explosion craters everywhere.
Green Skins bodies were piled up in mountains, Scrap Truck and the remains of large iron cans were scattered everywhere, burning sullenly, with thick smoke rising out.
Kor'kron suffered heavy casualties, reducing at least one-third of its personnel, and all artillery and heavy machine guns were scrapped.
The surface of that fortress tank was even more terrible, with holes and damage everywhere.
"How about it, Boss Thrall, are you satisfied with our service this time?"
From a commanding height in the rebel position, the imperial diplomat was smiling.
Satisfied, of course satisfied.
The big bosses of the resistance army looked at the miserable city gate defenses with wonderful expressions on their faces.
"The final blow." The diplomat took out a remote control with only a red button on it.
boom!
The corpses of the Green Skinss exploded. Each Green Skins had a pile of high explosives loaded on their bodies before they arrived.
Now, the mountains of corpses exploded, and Kor'kron, who had finally calmed down and prepared to organize his defense line, was hit hard again.
"Okay, the full set of services has been completed. If Boss Thrall is interested, you can continue to purchase the package. There are discounts for large quantities. If you break through the city gate defense line, we will give you a 20% discount."
A moment later, just as the Alliance army captured the port and began to march toward the city gate, the thick fog rose again.
Kor'kron Like frightened rabbits, the soldiers immediately roared and began to quickly find cover.
On the city wall, General Nazgrim frowned even more tightly.
Is this Green Skins developed by the Night Empire back then? How many more of these Green Skins are there?
"Waaaaaagh!!!"
A familiar roar came, and the city gate defense line was once again in chaos.
******
In Orgrimmar city, close to the Houcheng Industrial Zone in Azshara area.
The Goblinss who were forced back to work by Gazlowe stopped what they were doing and looked at the one not far away who was holding a huge ax high and killing Tauren.
"Gamon will save everyone! For Horde, overthrow Garrosh!"
Gamon accepted Firstborn of the Gods's promotion (see the previous special chapter for details) and began to appreciate the dawn of dawn. Coupled with Sargeras's attention to this special Tauren, Gamon's strength increased by leaps and bounds.
Tauren's body was surrounded by energy hammers condensed by three dawns, rotating rapidly like waves of storms.
After killing the last Kor'kron soldier guarding here, the factory was officially liberated.
The Goblinss who signed the contract were stunned for a while, and then burst into loud and sharp cheers.
"Rebellion! Rebel! Go to the armory and get weapons! We are rebelling! Overthrow Gazlowe and become your own boss!"
Soon after, Gamon, whose face was glowing with compliments from Goblins, patted his chest hard.
"Don't worry, everyone rush to me, Gamon will save you!"
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