World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Nergo's mission was successful. The Iron Wolf of the Thunder God Clan announced on behalf of the entire clan that he would support Grommash as the warchief, and he himself also announced that he would lead the elite troops of the clan to Nagrand.

But Nergo's trip to Frostfire Ridge is far from over, and he still has a lot to do.

After all, there is more than one orc clan in this area.

Throwing out the White Claw clan who are just like the passers-by, the Frostwolf clan, the uncrowned king of this area, is one of Nergo's main targets.

"If you want to convince the Frostwolf clan, then maybe you need a more noble reason." Before Nergo left, Iron Wolf introduced everything about the Frostwolf clan to Nergo at the banquet.

Frostwolf Clan, this clan is named after its close relationship with Frostwolves. In this clan, each orc has his own frostwolf, and they regard these loyal and ferocious beasts as partners.

Among the icy mountains of Frostfire Ridge, the Frostwolf Orcs chose a different path from the Thunder God Clan - to live in harmony with them.

"Their chief is also my father." Fenris snorted coldly, "He is a pedantic old guy. It is clear that the clan's combat power is enough to dominate Frostfire Ridge, but this old guy keeps shouting about love and family all day long. , understand each other and so on.”

"Don't they want to be family members with Gronn?" As the eldest son, Fenris scorned his father Galada's ideas. When he was very young, the clan at that time moved every year with the migration of clefthoof cattle. Live a poor nomadic life.

At that time, the Frostwolf orcs were united, but what was the use? In the end, wasn't it iron and blood that kept the clan alive?

If you don't kill your enemies with spears and axes, who will listen to you playing a game of love and family?

The reason why the Frostwolf clan can play house is because the Blade Tower ogres were almost wiped out under the orcs' offensive, not because love and peace influenced the ogres.

Because he is strong enough, he can play house instead of playing house to make him stronger. This is the answer.

"Before this, I only heard that the Frostwolf Clan is a very traditional clan." Nergo sorted out his words, "But your statement gave me a more comprehensive understanding of them."

"Tradition?" Fenris shook his head, "Their clan would not choose to drown the orcs who were born with deficiencies. From this point of view, they are not traditional enough."

In fact, the same goes for the Warsong clan.

Nergo said, we are not short of food now, what we are short of is labor force. What a waste to drown. Your innate deficiencies will not prevent you from entering the factory. You can honestly shine for the clan. Your departure to the Shadow Realm will be delayed for at least three days. ten years.

"In short." Fenris reminded Nergo specifically, "Conquering the land is a big temptation for me, but it is different for him. The old guy's tradition is limited to this aspect. He only likes to live in harmony with nature. Nomadic life.”

"Thanks for your reminder, I already know how to convince him."

Nergo nodded. Wouldn't it be simpler to have an orc clan that didn't look like orcs?

"You better know."

Fenris continued to belittle his father's ideas. In his mouth, Galada was simply a stubborn stone that could not see the changes of the times, but Nergo just laughed it off.

Even though Fenris was scolding him fiercely at this moment, he might not be as happy as anyone else when Galada joins the tribe.

After all, this is not the 6th edition. There is no plot where the Frostwolf clan refuses to join the Iron Horde and then the Iron Wolf kills his father.

After bidding farewell to Iron Wolf, Nergo replenished some Frostfire Ridge specialty delicacy Double-Headed Flying Dragon Pancakes. Nergo carried a large jug full of cherry wine and continued westward, looking for traces of the Frostwolf clan.

Across the icy wind and snow fields, over the Yanya Ridge,

Coming out of Gromgar, passing through the Bingfeng Snowfield, climbing over the Yanya Ridge, we are about to reach the Forbidden Glacier.

Nelgo encounters the first Frostwolf Clan outpost, Rockfang Watch.

On the top of Yanya Ridge, under the banner of Frost Wolf, several orcs stood there holding battle axes, looking at Nergo quietly.

It must be said that they were much more polite than the Thor orcs. Not only did they not use weapons, but their domesticated white wolves rushed over and waggled their tails beside Nergo.

"Strange outsider?"

A bald orc did not carry any weapons and asked Nergo, "Are you a wind elemental creature? I have seen your people in the Forbidden Glacier, but they will not be so liked by the frost wolves."

Well, Nergo didn’t know how many times he had to explain the fact that he was an ascended orc. Anyway, under his explanation, the bald orc touched his head and nodded in confusion.

"Okay, no matter who you are, I don't know much about shamans." He briefly introduced himself, "I am Drogo, the innkeeper of Yanya Post. I have delicious golden carp here. Clear soup and hot barley tea, it would be a pity for a traveler like you from afar not to try it."

"Well, thank you for your kindness." In front of this enthusiastic orc, Nergo suddenly felt at a loss. "I still need to rush, I want to see your chief..."

"Galada? You don't need to be in a hurry. We have a two-headed flying dragon that can take you to Vogel. They are very fast, so you don't have to be in such a hurry."

Drogo held his hand. If Nergo had the slightest bit of malice, he would be injured by electricity. But not only was he not afraid, he also took Nergo to his hotel, a small house made of stone and wood. Several orcs crossed their legs on the animal skin blanket and raised their cups to Nergo who had just entered.

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"To the powerful shaman from afar."

"Warsong to the orcs, they saved us from the plague."

"Respect outsiders."

"Respect...whatever, let's have a drink anyway."

In a daze, Nergo watched as the table in front of him was placed with some snacks like cakes, drinks like pearl milk tea, and a large bowl of soup.

An orc even brought him a pair of...sandals?

"I suspect these frostwolf orcs want to freeze me to death." Nergo muttered jokingly.

"These are not sandals." Drogo explained to him, "These are wolfskin snowshoes. They can effectively prevent your feet from sinking into the soft snow."

Nergo seemed to understand, but these were not important. What was important was why the Frostwolf orcs were so enthusiastic.

He put his question to Drogo.

"I guess we haven't met before?"

"Never seen it." Drogo nodded.

"Who are you so passionate about?"

"Compared to you, our attitude towards outsiders should not be so good." Drogo thought for a while and replied.

"Then what do you mean?"

Nergo was becoming less and less understanding.

"You are a Warsong orc, right?" Drogo asked.

Of course, Nergo confirmed it immediately.

Drogo spread his hands and said, "Look, here's the problem. Maybe you don't know that your clan's messenger also came here a few days ago. He reminded us of the news about the red natural disaster, which gave our clan something to do. For the sake of preparedness, the clan's losses have been minimized. Judging from this incident, the Warsong Orcs are our benefactors, so Galada said that all Warsong Orcs will be our most distinguished guests."

How could I not know.

Well, it seems that good deeds do pay off at some point. He reminded the Frostwolf clan of the red natural disaster information, allowing Galada to save his life. The clan's losses were reduced, and the Frostwolf clan gave him a green name. , Reputation gives respect.

From this point of view, it seems that the difficulty of convincing the Frostwolf Orcs will not be too high.

Sitting on the back of the two-headed flying dragon provided by Yanya Post, Nergo stroked the black wolf and thought in his mind.