World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

"Honored Chief Hellscream, Forged Grace, in the presence of the stone and the earth, the King of Goria, the Head of Highmaul, and the Emperor of all ogres express my truest respect to you." Mal'gok He showed his respect as soon as he opened his mouth, and showed his kindness to Grommash with a just right smile.

And this means that the Gorians will live or die, and the meeting about the birth of the first servant state of the tribe's magnificent empire will also be officially held in a small place that was previously insignificant.

Facing Margok's attitude, Grommash did not show any unnatural attitude. He just raised his head and glanced at the ogre, then shook his head in disappointment.

"After all this time, you are still the same as before."

Is he reminiscing about old times?

After Margok sat down, he smiled slightly and said, "You are the same as you were the last time we met on the battlefield."

The thick long hair blowing in the wind, the beast-like strong muscles on his thin body, and the shining fangs gave him an overwhelming aura.

No matter how long it took, he would always say that whoever failed to kill him immediately when he was captured was definitely a fool.

Even if the "idiot" he scolded in his heart was his elder.

"Okay, since we are guests, let's eat something first." Grommash waved his hand and motioned to several orcs to prepare some food. "My shaman is about to finish his meditation. It just so happens that we can have lunch together. By the way, Improve our relationship."

What shaman could be so appreciated?

Malgok nodded, "It is an honor to have lunch with you and the shaman you value."

"Maybe this is a knowledgeable elder?" Margok asked tentatively.

"Elder?" Grommash picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, "No, no, no, he is a child who has just grown up."

A child can be so appreciated that you even need to pay attention to whether he is eating.

Even if Margok had two heads, he couldn't figure out the reason. It couldn't be that this child had any earth-shattering abilities, right?

After a while, another "orc" came in. Maybe he was the shaman Grommash was talking about.

You can tell how extraordinary this orc is just from his appearance. Although ogres are accustomed to calling the orcs' lightning tricks a trick, but after these tricks are transformed into an orc's body structure, is he really a trick?

Nergo sat next to Grommash, which was quite close to him. No matter which race he was in, this was enough to show Grommash's trust in him.

Margok looked at the orc, as if he wanted to study how he turned himself into lightning.

But the more he probed, the more shocked he became. If he hadn't been sitting in front of him and could clearly feel the remnants of flesh and blood in his body, Margok would have almost thought it was an elemental creature.

"This is Ascension, Head of State." Nergo felt Margok's probing and shock, but he didn't take it seriously. "It is not a good habit to wantonly peek into other people's bodies."

At a speed that is invisible to the naked eye, a small current suddenly appears.

He said: "I am not your concubine."

"Hahahahaha."

Many orcs in the tent laughed out loud, and even the corners of Grommash's mouth twitched. Margok had to squint his eyes and lower his head slightly. He was not afraid, but the wind was a little strong, which made him feel A little numb.

"I just wanted to satisfy a little curiosity," he said.

"Then what do you know?" Nergo asked the humiliated king with interest.

"Your strength and attainments in magic." Margok's voice was almost flattering, "I am shocked."

"Tsk." Nergo smiled contemptuously, "If we didn't have such power, how could we invite you here."

The silence brought about by these words made the ogres feel on pins and needles, and they all looked at their king.

They either clenched their fists, or closed their eyes and ears. There were even nervous ogres who had already reached for their weapons, just waiting for the leader's order.

"Okay." Grommash waved his hand, "The head of state is our guest. He is not a prisoner of war. There is no need to be so harsh."

At least not yet.

"Bring it up."

Much like the diet of ogres, orcs also like to eat meat. The dishes they serve are all based on meat, such as roasted meat, boiled meat, stewed meat and broth. There are also a few that are just for decoration and almost no one touches them. Fruit and a big plate of grilled fish.

During the meal, neither Grommash nor Nelgo made things difficult for Mal'gok, which made the ogres breathe a sigh of relief. They did not dare to imagine what they would do if they were humiliated again.

But Nergo said, where is this? In other words, Margok knows the current affairs, so that he can still live the king's addiction, otherwise?

When the city was broken, the ceremony of leading the sheep was light, and his two heads had to be hung on Grommash's throne.

It wasn't until he was full of wine and food that the plate was almost licked clean and there was no meat left, Grommash slowly spoke in a low voice, "As the chief of the Warsong clan, I am very happy that you can accept my invitation. I have come to work for peace between the two races, and I also believe that Highmaul has carefully considered the situation at this time."

Margok hummed and said: "Yes, chief, although many Gorians still want to continue fighting, I think this is no longer necessary. We are here to hear what you want, chief. "

Grommash said indifferently: "I heard that the wall of Highmaul has been breached by us?"

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"That's right." Nelgo glanced at Mar'gok and replied proudly: "We have broken through the defense line at the entrance to Highmaul and are fighting in their streets. Their home is no longer home."

Margok already knew about this outcome. Otherwise, he would not have chosen to surrender so decisively.

Mal'gok closed his eyes and tried to imagine the scene: Highmaul as it stood now.

The city gate defense line fell, and the orcs rushed in swarm. Each orc had beast teeth hanging on their necks, and their bodies were covered with tattoos. They held sharp weapons to surround his legions, cutting off the ogres' limbs, and letting them Fall to the ground.

Margok knew this. He was tired of this riddle. He didn't want to see this scene anymore. He opened his eyes and exhaled.

"Say your terms Chief."

Grommash said confidently: "There's no rush. Before that, I want to ask you, Head of State, do you want history to remember you? As the last ogre king."

"The last king, this is no small honor." Nergo said softly: "Under normal circumstances, only the founding monarch can be remembered in history like the last king."

"The glory of Highmaul will not be cut off in my hands." Mal'gok said calmly, "The strength of the Warsong clan is not enough to occupy Highmaul."

"You are too weak."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several orc soldiers changed immediately. They are still provoking even now, and they simply don't care about life and death.

Grommash raised his hand to stop the soldiers' anger.

"Go on, Führer." Grommash wanted to know what the ogre king could say.

He will listen to what makes sense, and he will be happy if it doesn't make sense. In short, if you don't rush for a while, the meat in the bowl can still escape. Thinking like this, the knife in his hand also cut into pieces of meat in the bowl.

Margok continued: "Your numbers are too small. How many soldiers do you have? After years of fighting, even if I count more, you will only have 30,000 soldiers at most. Thirty thousand soldiers can't even completely surround Highmaul Castle." .”

"Not to mention that we have the gift of the Forger, even if you know nothing about the power of the artifact." Margok said: "But you should know the power of the mage, right? If I burst out with all my power here, even if you If it’s Hell Roar, then you can only die miserably on the spot.”

"After you die, your soldiers will lose their fighting spirit, and the ogres' morale will be boosted. We will soon restore Highmaul."

Grommash didn't flinch, and he didn't even panic when he saw the other party mentioning killing him so carefully.

It's nothing more than a few fantasies like a daydream.

Grommash looked at Nergo and motioned for him to refute Margok's words. Unlike the orator king, Grommash was not used to talking. He only liked to play with axes.

"Not such a wonderful speech, Head of State." Nergo pointed to the soldiers behind him, "Maybe your memory is good enough to remember the faces of all the orcs, but you will be surprised to find that these orcs are all new faces. .”

He said: "The Warsong clan has a small number of people, but what does this mean? Even if there is not one out of ten, as long as we are given 10 years, we can bring the army to sweep Nagrand again, and you ogres are What will happen? Keep telling us stupid things like orcs are too weak?"

He said: "The power of artifacts and mages may be powerful, but why don't you use it? Is it because you don't want to? I can't see it, just think that your power can destroy Nagrand, but this kind of thing is best only before it is used." It's scary. Once you use it and fail to achieve your goal, then we can say that the worst is to live in seclusion underground. What about you? The broken Nagrand will only become your graveyard."

He said: "Whether it's Hellscream, me, or others, after we die there will be other orcs coming to fill the void. Maybe you don't know, but now you are facing more than just a clan."

He clapped his hands, and several more orcs came in from behind the tent.

These orcs had a string of rosary beads hanging around their necks, huge swords in their hands, and battle flags with the emblem of the burning blade on their backs.

The standard Fire Blade Juggernaut.

The ogres became more alert as they entered, and it was unclear whether the Burning Blade Orcs had appeared to kill them.

"The Burning Blade Orcs are just the closest to us." Nergo asked Margok curiously, "When the Blackstone, Frostwolf, Bloodring, Shadowmoon, Shattered Hand and other clans and even the Draenei army came to Keshhar When Gejie arrives at Washugu together, can you block our joint attack?"

Nergo had not finished refuting Margok's words one by one. He spoke again: "Maybe you will also say that the walls of Highmaul are strong. As long as we are driven out of the street and the magic defense is activated, you can stay inside for a long time. Ten years or more.”

"But who am I? I am a shaman! We shamans have the power to change the weather. We don't even need to do anything to make your food harvest useless and let you starve to death in a big coffin called Highmaul. .”

"Now, do you still think that we orcs are weak?" Nergo looked directly into Margok's four eyes, but found that thin beads of sweat had begun to appear on his forehead.

Grommash is very satisfied. He is already very unhappy with this fat two-headed man. You are here to seek peace, but you have become like this and you still think you are the winner? It's time to intimidate.

If we orcs are really weak, do we need you to remind us? You came here to beat us a long time ago, why are you pretending?

"You hear me, Master. Now tell me the value of Highmaul. Tell me the value of your lives."

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Margok snorted, "Chief, what your shaman said makes sense, but he is a little wrong."

"That is, we will summon avalanches in our own homes, terrorize your wolves with fire, and corrode your metal with silt. The magic your shamans learned cannot touch us. We will laugh at their pretense The thunder and lightning shattered their heads into powder, and every Gorian was willing to die with five or more orcs."

Malgok suppressed his sarcastic tone and said solemnly: "You can't capture Highmaul before all the ogres are dead. Even if you can kill us, you will only get a ruin."

So he always thought we wanted his city?

"Why do we want your city?" Grommash asked, "I value corpses more than cities."

He wants to kill all the ogres? What a madman.

Mal'gok didn't understand. Even after what Nelgo said, he still felt that this was just a sophistry by the orcs who wanted to occupy Highmaul.

In the end, seeing how serious Grommash looked, they actually just wanted him to die, so why don't you talk about a hammer! Do you really have allies in such an extreme situation?

There is no negotiation like this. How can I just say I want to kill you all?

Mal'gok took a deep breath and said, "Well, Warchief, Highmaul will submit to the orcs."

He did not lose the debate. This was not a problem with his eloquence. It was just that Grommash, a barbarian, was too crazy. His emphasis on his people made him give up and continue the debate.

"That's it?"

Grommash was a little confused. He was not clear-headed yet and needed to be blown away by the shaman's cold wind.

"I don't think it's possible." Nergo shook his head, "I have a better idea."

The conditions must be changed.

"Don't go too far!" Margok's expression turned cold instantly. If it weren't for the wrong location at the moment, he might have started to condense magic waves in his hands.

"You went too far."

The orcs bet on the fate of the country and win this battle just to get the name of the suzerain country, and then don't want anything else?

He must be sick. He is not a Bodhisattva. Even if he is a soldier under his command, he is not an Arhat. He can survive by eating dew.

"Do you think we will discuss it with you again? This is a notice!" Nergo is undoubtedly a short man compared to Margok's height, but this short man seems to be transformed into a Goron, greedy and powerful.

"If we can't break into your home at this moment, then your conditions are indeed good." Nergo raised his voice, "But now you are just meat on the butcher's chopping board. You have to suffer no matter how I want to cut it." !”

Even if I have to cut you into slices and make them into minced meat, don’t let any fat bits appear on them.

Yes, now the ogre has really become a piece of fat in the eyes of the orcs, and he wants to cut it up at will, but he has no good way yet.

After two defeats in the field, the gates of Highmaul were breached.

All this shows that now they can only choose to accept it, no matter how outrageous the orcs' conditions are.

He had no choice.

Of course, Margok actually still has a choice. As long as he activates the Titan relics left by his ancestors, or joins the magicians to cast spells, the powerful magic is enough to bury the city and the orcs in a barrel, and make Nagrand be destroyed by Zangarhai. It's not difficult to submerge half of it.

However, he was too weak. He was addicted to the useless crown and false fame and could not extricate himself. This also led to him eventually changing from a human master to a human minister.

"Say your conditions, chief." Margok's expression was a little stiff, and he lowered his head uncontrollably.

Grommash propped up his cheeks with his hands, as if he didn't care about it. He glanced at Nergo, and he knew that his adjutant must have prepared how to make the ogre bleed profusely.

Naturally, Nergo would not let him down. He handed a scroll to Grommash in a hurry. On the scroll were the terms required by the orcs that Nergo had thought of.

Treaty of Highmaul

1. Highmaul recognizes the Warsong Clan as its suzerain. All diplomatic actions in Highmaul must be reported to the Chief of the Warsong Clan before they can be implemented. The Chief of the Warsong Clan has the right to declare war on behalf of Highmaul. Highmaul must cooperate unconditionally during the war. Domestic resources , factories, and weapons can be requisitioned at any time.

2. Each surviving ogre in Highmaul must pay four gold coins as compensation to the Warsong clan.

3. All orc slaves in Highmaul must be released unconditionally, including orcs in the governor's territories.

4. The head of Highmaul still retains the title of Head of State, King of Witchcraft, and King, but any governor under Highmaul also needs to be loyal to the Warsong Orc Chief, and the chief is above the king.

5. Open Highmaul to allow orcs to freely enter and establish an embassy. Highmaul needs to share its magic knowledge free of charge with orcs who have the ability to learn magic.

6. Highmaul tax is collected by the Warsong clan on their behalf.

7. In all ogre territories, including Highmaul, the coalition forces led by the Warsong Clan have the right to garrison troops.

8. Any ogre who violates the above treaty will be regarded as a treason of Goria, and the Warsong Chief has the right to execute him for treason.

Grommash sneered, "Sign your name, Führer."

Margok's fingers were trembling, not just him, but all the ogres present.