Seen from many miles of barren wasteland, orc city grows like a rusty monolith of ancient ages. Its buildings form an endless layers of smoke-bursting chimneys, walls of rusting metal and mountains of recycled concret rubble. Green-skinned denizens fire their guns from Bastions and Towers - the overwhelming storm of bullets they create churns infantry to a blood-soaked pulp. Meanwhile, enemy tanks shudder and clang, until they halt leaking oil and gore – minutes later they will be dragged to Kustom Workshops, to serve their new masters. Above them, among the smoke, Skull Totems are raised to cherish their gods, Warchiefs and bloodshed.