The Kor'kron forces responsible for Orgrimmar's defenses felt like their heads were about to explode.
The main front gate was already on the verge of collapse. The heavy steel gates were covered in cracks, their upper sections warped by artillery fire, and the Rebel Army could break through at any moment.
Thrall's Rebel Army seemed to have bought some kind of consumable package from the meddlesome Night Empire, and they had even fucking named it Green Temptation. Those long-eared elves then created a thick fog that was difficult to disperse, opening several large Portals within it and unleashing massive numbers of lowly greenskins for suicidal assaults.
Just when the Kor'kron soldiers had finally endured one wave and were about to breathe a sigh of relief, the big shots on the Rebel Army's side saw how effective it was and, greatly pleased, immediately bought a second package, then a third, a fourth...
That was the real killer. Those damned lowly greenskins charged Orgrimmar's gate defenses wave after wave, wielding cheap guns that looked like scrap metal and rusty battle axes, riding in sheet-metal trucks that were nothing but scrap metal themselves, wearing down the precious Kor'kron soldiers.
Greenskin lives were cheap and worthless; losing a thousand or eight hundred of them did not hurt at all. But Kor'kron soldiers were different. They were elite warriors drawn from every level of the military. Money and resources were secondary when it came to training such elite soldiers. Time was what mattered. How long did a greenskin need from birth to joining a battle?
It was not just the soldiers who could no longer hold on. That gigantic Azerite fortress tank would not last much longer either. After enduring more than a dozen massive suicidal greenskin assaults, the steel behemoth was already on the