World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

"Is it true that there are untouchables who think that I regard them as compatriots?" Returning to the palace called the Head of State's Throne, Margok's two heads swayed back and forth, looking at the dust stained on the originally spotless elegant robe, his eyes couldn't help but tinge. With a hint of disgust, he called the waiter, "Go get a new one."

As for this one that is already dirty.

"Throw it away." Margok said disapprovingly.

He was the ruler of Highmaul, the Lord of Sorcery, the face of Goria, how could he wear a robe that looked filthy?

But thinking of this, he still couldn't help but said with disgust: "Damn untouchables, how disgusting."

If the ogres who were so excited just now and wanted to pick up spears and sticks to fight the orcs to the death saw Margok looking like this, maybe their dreams would be shattered, right?

No, it won't. As long as Margok makes a few symbolic and worthless apologies, they will be flattered. If a few more useless "big names" are thrown out for them to vent their anger, they will work harder. Bleed for him.

They would even take the initiative to excuse him. His intentions were good, but his execution was bad, and the traitorous ministers around the Witch King deceived him.

It sounds incredible, but it makes sense, right? At least in Margok this seemed reasonable.

Compatriots? It's a joke. When the king uses you, you are a compatriot. When he doesn't use you, you are not as good as the chief of a foreign race. At least he is considered a noble person, barely on the same level as him.

As for the gold and status promised during the speech just now...

"The untouchables always believe in the empty promises of the nobles and believe them to be true." Warego's voice is as soft as the silk on his body. As the senior advisor to the King of Witchcraft, he and Margok have great differences in their attitudes towards the untouchables. Always very consistent.

At the same time, as a well-known witchcraft lord in Highmaul Castle, with great military exploits, he is naturally experienced in dealing with this kind of situation.

Of course, this may also be because he was once considered a pariah.

Who else could understand the thoughts of those people better than him?

"When the time comes, just grab some other things and deal with them." He waved his hand, "With the orcs gone, we have plenty of ways to deal with them."

"That's right," said another councilor. "The priority is to make them bleed for Highmaul."

"Okay." Margok raised his calloused palms and stretched them out towards the many members of the council.

After changing his clothes, he was now in the Temple of Carthenon, which was his court where he and his council members held discussions.

The council members stopped their discussions and looked at the King of Witchcraft.

"The top priority now is how to deal with the orc soldiers outside the city." One of his heads said: "I don't think mobilizing the untouchables can stop the orcs, especially their notorious chief. Maybe their only role is to use The corpses are just blocking them.”

"If you ask me, why don't we just take the legions out of the city and fight them." Varrego said: "The longer we wait, the more prepared the orcs will be, and I found the Draenei in their troops. If If we don’t eliminate them as soon as possible, Highmaul will inevitably repeat the same mistakes it did a hundred years ago!”

A hundred years ago? What is this vile ogre talking about? Did he think Highmaul would be as vulnerable to the orcs as the roast he was chewing?

The congressmen glared at him, and there were also some who mocked him. What happened to the draenei? If we hadn't taken the initiative to attack that battle and how could the head of state lose in the end when he was attacked by the draenei?

And precisely because of this we cannot leave the city, otherwise we will repeat the same mistakes.

As for the saber-toothed tigers, Warrego didn't mention it, and there was no need to mention it. Is it necessary to talk about those animal friends?

"Leave the city?" One of Margok's heads was thoughtful, while the other head was staring at Warego. "So, you are confident in defeating the orc army?"

Warego, who looked like he was going to die at any time, shouted loudly: "Yes, we have enough untouchables to die as cannon fodder, elite warriors to charge into battle, and law breakers to crush their shaman's heads. Finally, The important thing is the mages, our mages can easily tear open the ground in front of Highmaul and bury them here forever!"

silence.

Mal'gok glanced at the warriors and spellbreakers standing around the hall. They were all leaders in their respective armies, advisors and warriors to the King of Sorcery.

"What about you? Do you also agree with what he said?"

Bang bang.

The spellbreakers and soldiers all stamped their feet in agreement. Although they were a little distanced from the King of Witchcraft due to their respect for him, the deafening sound of stomping also made everyone turn their attention to them and dare not ignore them. The presence.

Varrego seemed very happy. The soldiers supported his suggestion. He took out a large piece of barbecue that exuded a strong smell from somewhere, opened his bloody mouth and took a big bite, which caused the fat in it to spread. With a splash, the large piece of barbecue almost disappeared with the bones and meat, and the air in the palace was filled with the strong smell of grease.

This performance was exactly seen by his opponents. They frowned, thinking only of slandering and insulting him.

"As expected, he is an ogre of low origin. The only things on his mind are eating meat and fighting."

But he didn't care. What he cared about were the centurions and veterans. He knew what these people liked to hear.

After he finished eating, he took out a small jar of perfume and poured it on himself, and then said, "Dear ogres, His Majesty's advisors, if we let the orcs attack the city, then your property will be more or less lost. There will be a certain loss, but it will be different if it is in the wild. We can attack with all our strength, and maybe you can get a lot of slaves from the orcs. Do you have anything to say about this? "

No one was willing to say that they were worried about failure in the field battle. Even these advisers were worried that the law breakers would directly rush up and crush his skull with violent means. This was not without precedent.

Their king Margok remained silent, sitting on his throne, squinting his eyes, and thinking about all the changes that might occur due to taking the initiative.

Margok saw those veterans. Their eyes seemed to have been cast by an orc shaman. They stared at him, as if they wanted to rush out and fight the orcs right now.

When they were getting a little impatient, Margok finally gave the order.

"Then let you command the soldiers." Margok's face was expressionless, but the spellbreakers were extremely happy. Only some members were speechless. They were afraid, afraid that the ogres would lose in the field battle, especially the orcs. The number of people attacking this time is unprecedented.

It's obviously their home court in the city, why do they want to take the initiative? Wouldn't it be better to wait for them to butt heads and bleed?

Margok noticed them, and he showed a kind smile, of course, with both heads together, "I allow you to express your dissatisfaction by refuting my will. Of course, don't be too violent, just spit."

After saying that, he lowered his head and looked at his feet. No one spat at him.

The congressman murmured in his heart, "No living congressman has spit at your feet. I haven't had enough life and want to find some excitement."

Very good, it seems that they all have no objections. Margok showed a smile. He, Margok, is a benevolent king. He is always very tolerant of disputes and suggestions among his subjects.

Margok left his court amid cheers.

Everyone seems happy, doesn't it?

The members of the council all unified their thoughts, and they all chose to agree with the stance of going out of the city to take the initiative to fight.

As for the ambitious Warego, he is willing to die as long as he is willing to do so. Except for some spellbreakers and warriors Margok who are willing to support him, they will not provide him with any help.

"It's better for them to die together." Margok tried hard not to smile. "Idiot wants to ascend to a high position? If you can, how will the nobles in the court deal with it?"

A "tough guy" with limited abilities who is also reckless.

Margok likes to have such people in high positions, because they are always united by everyone to oppose them. This not only gives him a lot of fun, but also makes his rule stable forever.