Titan Dawn

"Then it was such a pleasant decision, the Horde will provide a batch of fur luxury goods for the Night Empire after the war in exchange for a consumable attack."

The Imperial diplomat, who was with the Tribunal Legion, smiled and watched Thrall sign his name on an agreement.

Thrall nodded. The furs in the Nagrand region of Outland have always been welcomed by the Empire Empire Market. Now he can trade a batch of furs for a consumable attack. This business can be done.

As for what is an expendable offense, Thrall took a deep pain after reading a carefully printed package price list.

It is indeed worthy of being an old hooligan, but now it is not only limited to the sale of arms, but also the export of war as a new type of commodity. . .

Orgrimmar.

General Nazgorin stood on the wall, sighing heavily as he looked at the messy line of defense already underneath.

The tribe is bleeding, but it is still bleeding needlessly.

He was tired of this civil war. What happened to the tribe? What kind of deep hatred can be solved by civil war?

But now is not the time for sentimentality. As the city defense's chief commander, Nazgorin must devote all his energy to this.

The Resistance seemed strange. They suddenly stopped attacking, and the sound of continuous machine guns and gunfire suddenly subsided.

How is this going?

Soon after, something stranger happened to Nazgorin.

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

Nazgorin frowned, calling a commander.

"Let the shaman disperse these thick fog immediately, be quick!"

boom!

A gunshot came.

boom! Bang!

Cluttered gunshots came out of the dense fog, and it seemed scattered that some soldiers were firing at random.

But Nazgorin's brows frowned even tighter, and his keen hearing revealed that these seemingly chaotic gunshots were increasing in frequency.

then. . .

"Waaaaaagh !!!"

A loud roar rang through the battlefield, and the Kukalon soldiers at the gate defense suddenly widened their eyes and clenched their guns.

That's green skin, massive green skin.

They jumped out of the fog, roaring in their mouths, and the torn guns in their hands fired wildly forward.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Kukalon's position immediately became chaotic because they did not know where to give priority to the attack.

Because there are green skins everywhere, there seems to be a large portal in these dense fogs, allowing these green skins to jump directly from their world.

The roar of the engine came, dozens of rough iron trucks roared out of the dense fog, and the fart drivers screamed excitedly. They had no purpose at all, and they were crushed wherever there were many people.

A heavy machine gun like a scrap of copper and iron was installed in the truck's body. A greenskin boy was manipulating the machine gun and firing at random. From time to time, fellow greenskins around him accidentally shot and died in their own hands on.

With the sound of a harsh circular saw turning, more than a dozen iron cans with two iron legs crooked out from the dense fog. Four arms, a pair of circular saws, and a pair of guns were welded to the pot. mouth.

The green-skinned bosses of high-level scrap iron followed the killing iron canisters in twos and threes, directing their children to rush to death.

The Kukalon soldiers were really panicked, they had never seen a chaotic army of suicide attacks like this.

Especially those iron trucks, the farts who drove seemed to be crazy. After the green skins in the car body died, the fart driver drove the truck to the giant fortress tank in the middle of the clearing, then detonated the truck. , Issued a fierce suicide explosion.

Heaven and earth can learn, some trucks have been knocked off a wheel, and they are still galloping!

There were explosions everywhere, green skins were killed in batches.

Kukalon was also uncomfortable. The suicide attack cost them a lot of damage. Even the fortress tank was blown up by tracks and a dozen small turrets.

After an hour, the thick fog finally began to disperse.

The battlefield was already a mess, and the scene was almost as if it had been attacked by a meteor shower. There were craters everywhere.

The corpses of the greenskins piled up into mountains, and the wrecks of tin trucks and large tin cans were scattered everywhere, burning dumbly, emitting a thick smoke.

Kukalon suffered heavy casualties, reducing his staff by at least a third, and reimbursing artillery and heavy machine guns.

The surface of the fortress tank was even more horrible. There were pits everywhere, and there were damage everywhere.

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

At a commanding height in the resistance position, the Imperial diplomat smiled.

Satisfied, of course.

The leaders of the Resistance looked at the tragic city gate defense line, and the expressions on their faces were wonderful.

"Last hit." The diplomat pulled out a remote control with only a red button on it.

boom!

The corpses of the greenskins blew up, and each greenskin had a pile of strong explosives on them before they came.

Now, the mountain-like corpses exploded, making Kukalon, who had finally passed the God to prepare the line of defense, hit again.

"Well, the full set of services has been completed. If boss Sal is interested, he can continue to buy packages. There is a large amount of discounts. If we break the city gate defense line, we will take a 20% discount."

After a while, as the Alliance troops captured the port and started marching toward the city gates, the dense fog rose again once again ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Kukalon soldiers, like frightened rabbits, immediately yelled and started quickly Look for shelter.

General Nazgorin's brow tightened on the wall.

This is the green skin researched by the Night Empire? How many of these green skins are there?

"Waaaaaagh !!!"

The familiar roar came, and the city gate defense line was again chaotic.

Orgrimmar City, near the Back City Industrial Zone in Azshara.

The goblins who were forced to return to work by Gary Vickers stopped the work in their hands and looked at the tauren who was holding a huge axe and killing them.

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

Gamor accepted the promotion of the first son of God (see the special chapter for details), and began to appreciate the dawn dawn, coupled with Salodal's attention to this special tauren, so Gamor's strength leap forward.

Around the body of the tauren, three energy hammers condensed by the dawn dawn light are rapidly rotating around, like the same storm.

The last Kukalon soldier guarding here was killed, and the factory was officially declared liberated.

The goblins who had signed the contract sold for a while, then burst into huge cheers.

"Reverse! Reverse! Go to the Armory and get weapons! Let's reverse! Overthrow Gary Vickers and be your own boss!"

Soon after, the goblins were complimented by the red-faced Gamore, and they patted their chests vigorously.

"Don't worry, everyone will rush with me, and Jia Moore will save you!"

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