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A few minutes later, Nazgolin came to the forging room.

The forging master Saru Gang heard someone walk into his house. When he looked back, he found Nazgolin staring at him with a gloomy face.

"It's cold." The general's eyes were staring at the cold iron inkstone. Orgrimmar's forging room had never been so cold.

"It's just working hours." Saru said, seeing the damage on Nazgorin's breastplate, he knew what the other party was doing.

"Add fine iron, you need the best one," said Nazgolin.

Almost every orc would have such a request. Saru would not ask about other people, but curiosity easily captured his heart for Nazgorin.

"How much iron should you add to ensure that you can defend the city gate?"

Nazgolin blinked, he would only make assurance to the chief, but he was still surprised by Saru's question. In particular, the tone of the forging master did not sound like he was asking him how sure he was to defend the city, but wanted to know what exactly he could not defend the city. Nazgolin did not answer this question because he did not want the damage on his breastplate to look repaired. Saru would probably add something else to the iron.

Even if I am destined to die in battle, I must not die in logistics.

The forging master seemed to understand, so he picked up the hammer and started his own work without waiting for Nazgolin to give the answer.

While waiting, Nazgolin was not idle either. He stood aside and thought about the situation. Thoughts were like Mars shot out when the armor was hit by a hammer.

They could not step into the city. This was what he said to Hellscream.

Loyalty to the tribe drove Nazgorin to make a vow of victory. But as the leader of a large army, he knew it was too early to draw conclusions before the war began.

He had sent several groups of spies to confirm the movements of the rebel army, but he had not received any news yet. Perhaps those people were dead, Nazgolin thought. The shadow hunters under Woking were the most elite scouts of the entire tribe, and their anti-reconnaissance work had mostly solved the chief's eyes and ears.

The Alliance and the fleet of Sindore blocked the seas. The Kadore in the north was ready to move. Woking's rebels were coming from the south. Orgrimmar was coming to the worst situation ever. And Nazgorin couldn't think of a way out of the situation. The only light that made him feel that there was a glimmer of hope was Sar and Sarufal who returned to Orgrimmar a few days ago. They asked to see the chief, hoping that Hellscream would choose to surrender and fight for a chance of peace. Nazgorin watched them walk into Orgrimmar, but never saw them again. Perhaps they were dead, or...

"Okay." Saru Gang wiped the sweat from his forehead angrily, saw Nazgorin in a daze and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"It's not your business." Nazgorin shook his head and prepared to take his armor and leave.

At this moment, Gangfu reached out and pressed the armor, and his bold behavior stunned Nazgolin again.

Saru lowered his voice and said to him: "I know you are like me, Nazgorin. We are still sticking to this city until now, not because of our loyalty to Garrosh, but just fulfilling the responsibility of a soldier."

"If the chief heard this, you would definitely be sentenced to death."

"Then he'd better move faster, if Woking's army invades the city, my forging room will serve him."

Nazgorin resisted his smile, and he was pleased that Saru had such a thought, proving that he is not the only one in the city to remember what glory is.

That's right. Nazgolin recognized the forging masters from the bottom of his heart. They were not loyal to the chief, but the responsibility of a soldier.

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Once the offensive plan was finalized, it immediately turned into an order. The crossbow cart and other siege equipment followed the army to advance the front. Some people who were proficient in assassination were sent out first to clear the Kukaron patrol on the road. The Forgotten Dark Ranger also followed, and they were dealing with Orgrimmar's Wind Controller.

Thirty-five warships docked in the waters not far from the dock outside Orgrimmar. They waited quietly, and according to the combat plan, as soon as the war began, they had to attack the positions of the Dragon Throat clan. In addition, the alliance's Possessence also came, and Hellscream had lost its air superiority.

Three days later, the first scout who came back reported that Orgrimmar had already known about their advance. Woking understood that he underestimated the reconnaissance ability of Garrosh. Therefore, it was impossible to launch a raid, so it was only possible to fight head-on.

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The battle started.

Nazgorin stood on the main entrance and saw that Woking's troops had actually expanded many blue skeleton-embled catapults and crossbows. These were weapons of the Forsaken, but are now used by tribe members. In addition, a large group of undead stood on the flank of the rebel army. Their formation was obviously military-trained.

On Orgrimmar's side... Nazgolin glanced at the soldiers beside him, and they were all ready. The city wall was also reinforced by steel many times. The steel war scorpion below the city gate had been activated. His inventor Hei Suo was very confident about this machine. The earthling claimed that anyone with a normal mind would be afraid of the steel war scorpion.

Although the rebels came in full force, Orgrimmar was also waiting for the opportunity.

The silence was finally broken by a scattered war cry. The voice came from the leader of the Dark Spear Troll, who stood outside the blockade of Delanosh and looked at Nazgorin, next to him was the Taurus Chief Bain and a human undead that Nazgorin did not know.

The sound of war drums sounded and the rhythm was intense. Dozens of people rushed out of the rebels. They howled wildly, all holding weapons in their hands.

This number of people is simply a joke to try to siege, but Nazgolin understands that they are suicide squads. Woking is testing the power of the invention of Black Strike.

The troll's attempt will undoubtedly cost a huge price. The weapons equipped on the scorpion are taking action at the same time. The charging taurens, orcs, trolls, and the Forgotten are caught off guard.

The huge chainsaw and electric drill were just weapons on the surface. The flames ejected from the mouth of the steel scorpion and the bombs thrown in their bodies made the first wave of ground offensive of the rebels collapse in an instant. The laser released by the tail spike chased the escaped enemies.

"Good job!" shouted Nazgolin, "This war equipment is enough to block them for a while. Others, long-range firepower aims at those siege weapons! Don't be stingy with ammunition."
Chapter completed!