World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

On the destroyed building in northern Skettis, the high-ranking arakkoa drove the exiles to build a high platform. Under the coercion of the arakkoa double blades, the exiles were unwilling to be reduced to hard labor, and when they were exhausted, they took the high platform Be "purified".

Bloodstains and bones, it was the followers of Rukhma who were famous for their kindness that caused all this to happen.

In front of the stake in the center of the stage.

Rashix flapped his wings, flew in the sky, and announced to the Crow People "the oracle sent down by Rukhma", "Today is the third thousand years since the sun goddess ascended to the sky."

"Under the care of the goddess, the Apexis Empire has become the eternal and only master of the sky. We stand in the sky, overlooking the lower races on the ground."

"But now, these sinners have tarnished the glory of the Sons of Alanka. They have lost their wings, no longer believe in the goddess, and have been cursed by the gods. They hide in dark corners to spread their teachings and seduce more Sons of Alanka. .”

"Now I will reveal the oracle of the Goddess, who says, Purify from heresy!"

"Come, devout believers, purify these heretics with the sacred fire of Rukhma!"

Although they were once the same race, although he knew that the exile was not like this because of the curse of the gods, and although he was a benevolent Sun Goddess believer, what did it matter? His eyes were full of cruelty, as if the god he believed in was an evil god swallowed by Ansu.

His favorite thing is to burn these arakkoa who can't fly into the sky.

In the face of this pleasure of life and death, misinterpreting doctrines is nothing.

The arakkoa exiles in the audience had begun to look a little uneasy after hearing the word purification, and they were even more trembling when faced with the crazily shouting Rukhmar believers.

Finally, an exiled arakkoa couldn't hold on anymore. He threw the amulet in his hand on the ground, knelt in front of the high-level arakkoa, and kowtowed repeatedly: "I have always been a devout believer of the goddess. Merciful envoy, please forgive me for my previous ignorance. , I will never..."

Rashix's face showed no emotion at all. He was the son of the aloof Alanka and a flying arakkoa. What was that thing in the audience? What is he saying?

What? You said he was of the same race before, who said that? Come on, he can't even fly, how can he be called a member of my race?

His face was full of compassion, as if he had heard the prayer of the arakkoa exile, "You said you are a devout believer of the goddess?"

"Yes Yes……"

"Then let's start with him."

The squeaking is so annoying that it gives people a headache.

What?

Rashix's face changed drastically and he shouted sharply, "You still won't send him to see the goddess!?"

At this moment, other high-ranking arakkoa people who were watching swarmed up, tied up the exiled arakkoa, and pushed him aside.

Rashix, who had not set foot on the ground for a long time, landed on the ground. He spat at the crowd of exiles and announced impassionedly the latest teachings of Tongtian Peak: "You are shadows. There is no room for shadows to exist under the radiance of the goddess. You Now that you have been burdened with a curse, the corrupted blood will continue to spread among your descendants. Now, the only way for you to obtain salvation is to be purified obediently, and nothing else is needed!"

The high-ranking arakkoa cheered loudly, but the faces of the exiles were all ashen.

They are already doomed.

This is the right!

That's what I mean!

This is the oracle!

Rashix took a torch from the attendant, swung it out, and threw it under the stake in the center of the stage.

"Bring these sinners up and purify them with the fire of the goddess!"

Rashix couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Cremation is the best funeral ceremony, and it will be easier for you."

Although Anzu's followers prefer tombs.

There was a boom.

It was not the burning of torches and the screams of the exiles, but the thunder and lightning and the awakening of the storm.

Nergo was not interested in hearing more about his teachings that had been seriously tampered with by the Anhal sect of Babel Peak.

He silently released a lightning bolt at the moment when the high-level arakkoa began to execute.

"Hehehe, I heard that you are some kind of believers of the sun god."

Nergo stepped out of the wind, revealing a face that was both stormy and thunderous.

"What a coincidence, I am also a religious person in a sense, so I came here specifically to take a look today."

It was stormy and thunderous.

The clouds are gathering and thunder is flashing.

Nergo sneered, "But now it seems that the belief in the Sun God is probably as useless as the Crow People of Tongtian Peak."

"What did you say?" Rashix screamed, "Intruder!? Kill him!"

For a moment, Rukhma's followers swarmed around him.

"Don't join in the fun if it's not worth mentioning."

There isn't even a spellcaster in this group, so what's the use of holding two broken war blades?

Nergo waved his hand, and they instantly flew back faster than they had come.

"Is this your teaching?"

"Then you should take a closer look at the orc shamanic teachings!"

The doctrine of the sun god who burns people at the slightest disagreement is too rude. You should follow the shamanic doctrine of the shaman who kills everyone with his hands.

Nergo watched Laxix quietly. He had always been interested in the light magic of the arakkoa, or sun magic.

Is it pure holy light, or is it the bright magic of Internet literature during the Qianlong period?

ps: Fantasy novels a long time ago always had villains such as the God of Light and the Holy See. In my impression, light, darkness, space, etc. were either exclusive to the protagonist or the villain in that era.

"Another heretic." Rashix was shocked. So many warriors lost their ability to fight in an instant?

He roared loudly, "You saw it! This is the evil spirit summoned by the heretics. They want to use the shadows brought by the dark clouds to block the light of the sun. Quick, believers, destroy him!"

It's broken, I've become a devil.

However, it seems interesting.

Nergo looked at those fanatical believers who could still get up and were about to rush in front of him. He saw the sword in his hand raised, and lightning condensed from the blade to form a lightning chain.

The arakkoa people could no longer charge forward. This time Nelgo did not hold back. Their bodies had become part of the earth.

"Gah, we're saved!"

"Gah, that high-level arakkoa is going to run away!"

"Gah..."

"Stop gagging, can't you control your mouth? Ga."

Well, we are arakkoa after all, so the chirping of birds is normal.

Seeing Rashix about to run, Nergo's lower body turned into the wind, flying into the sky with the wind and chasing after him. His target was this kid, how could he let him run away?

Rashix was a little annoyed. The golden light flashed in his hand, and it was still filled with hot flame temperature, as if he had borrowed the flame of the sun.

"The Wrath of the Sun."

Holding this golden light in his hand, he stretched out his palm and flew towards Nergo.

Nergo is an ascendant shaman and a warrior. He wants to fight in hand-to-hand combat? Nergo fights him hand to hand!

He held the sword in one hand and was about to pierce Rashix's body.

And Rashix is ​​worthy of being a strong man in the Draenor region. He did not hesitate to grab Nelgo's sword blade with his hands, but also wanted to press the wrath of the sun on Nergo.

"I can only say that this move is very ordinary." Nergo disappeared instantly.

"Teleportation?" Rashix was startled, no, no, this is just an extremely fast speed, almost as fast as teleportation.

It seems even more outrageous...

Nergo was a little disappointed. He thought that the so-called sun magic would surprise him, but now it seems that it is just the natural spells of the Druid.

Come to think of it, this is Draenor after all, so it's normal to have a spell related to nature.

In another moment, Nergo came to Rashix, reached out to grab his hand, and cut it off with a sword.

"Is there anything else?" He asked seemingly confused: "If this is all, then I advise you to hurry up and study with Rukmado."

"Damn heretic." Rashix's eyes fell on Nergo. He didn't know what grudge this monster who claimed to be an orc had against him, but he knew that he was very strong.

He swung the war blade again, but couldn't even save his remaining hand.

He fell to the ground in pain, unable to fly into the sky. Soon he would die on the ground together with the exiles he despised.

Looking at the blood and scattered feathers in front of him.

"The sun shines." He murmured in a low voice, and a ray of sunshine broke through the dark clouds and showered favor on the believers of the Sun God.

He knew that he might have to die, but at the last moment he did not resist, but sincerely prayed to Rukhma that his soul could return to the sky after his death.

His arm began to stop bleeding and his blood began to pour back into his body.

"Healing spell?" Nergo was even more disappointed. It seemed that this spell was completely destroyed by the flash of holy light.

He lost interest and cut off his head cleanly.