World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Death's Nightmare, as the base camp of the Laughing Skull Orcs, is not far away. In less than an hour, the orcs rushed to Death's Nightmare.

And the result?

Of course, it was effortless to drive the plants out of the Nightmare of Death, and even the trees outside the camp were uprooted in the whirlwind.

Today, it is the third day after the battle. During these days, the Dragonmaw clan has also been successfully persuaded by him to join the tribe.

"Your Majesty, we have burned all the controlled orcs to death. There are absolutely no plant spores left on the living people." Kaz chuckled. In the battles of the past few days, it was obvious that Nergo won the victory. His respect.

On the other side, another Dragonmaw orc also came over and reported, "Your Majesty, the dragoons have investigated clearly. In the east, there are still scattered plants that have come to the Yongmao Woodland." The orc's expression was a little solemn, " They seemed to be driven here by some force."

Drive away?

Nelgo had an idea in his mind. Could it be that the spells released by Gul'dan in Tanaan Jungle caused damage to the environment, causing the plants to choose to leave Tanaan Jungle and come to Gorgrond?

I believe that friends who often release evil energy spells know that the pollution of nature by evil energy is simply comparable to that of void, or even better.

If Gul'dan really became a climate in Tanaan Jungle, then this conjecture seems reasonable.

Nergo was a little silent. The problems in Tanaan Jungle must be solved, but these are still too far away from him at the moment. The primitive vegetative people in Evergreen Grove are not that easy to solve, and the demons in Tanaan Jungle are also a difficult opponent.

"It's still a little too slow." Nergo packed his bags, told the Laughing Skull Orcs that they were about to leave, and ordered them to follow the Dragonmaw Clan to Nagrand. Then, he headed north all the way to the Gobi Wasteland. OK.

The Blackstone Foundry is where the Blackstone Orcs have lived for generations. It is not only a melting pot, but also a steel fortress. Nergo did not move forward after he arrived at the outskirts of the foundry. He found the guard guarding him and followed him. Go inside the foundry.

Dang Dang.

Dang Dang.

As soon as he entered the foundry, countless hammering sounds rang in Nelgo's ears. Almost every orc here can forge, and skilled blacksmiths can be seen forging weapons in various locations in the Blackstone Foundry.

If they went all out, this foundry alone could even supply the weapons and equipment the tribe needed.

The same goes for their chief Black Hand. The tall Blackstone Chief wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had just finished forging a black axe.

He glanced at Nergo, who was also looking at him.

Tall - the tallest orc he has ever seen, extremely intimidating - his lava-baptized arms and lava-covered body make him look like the phantom form of Deathwing.

His voice was heavy, "You said you are here to save the Blackstone Clan? I have the impression that the Warsong Clan did save us once during the red natural disaster a few years ago, so I will give you a chance to speak. You'd better think Just think about what you’re going to say.”

Nergo went straight to the point. He has now prepared everything Blackhand wants. If he still cannot agree with the tribe's cause, then he will find a way to start a civil war in the Blackstone clan.

How come the remnant or rebellious Black Stone is not a Black Stone?

"I am not pretending to be a ghost on this trip, chief. If you are well-informed, you should know the fact that the plants from the east are migrating to Gorgrond."

Black Hand nodded slightly and shook his huge bald head, "The crisis you are talking about is those plants?"

Obviously, this is a problem, but it's not big enough that Blackhand needs to join forces with other orcs to face it.

"No, I'm talking about the person...the force that made them migrate."

"Can you make plants scared?" Black Hand became interested. Even Goron could not scare away plants.

"Yes, Gul'dan, I don't know if he has found you, but you can ask the shaman in the clan, and the element will tell him the evil deeds Gul'dan has committed."

Blackhand did what he said, and the shaman told Blackhand the story of the great villain Gul'dan with an angry look on his face, and this bad guy actually destroyed the Bleeding Ring clan.

ah?

Not only the Black Hand, but Nergo was also surprised. The Seven Heroes were just gone?

Now it's better, there's no need to go to Tanaan Jungle at all.

Blackhand was also quite surprised. He didn't expect that the chief who had ruled the clan for decades would be defeated by an unknown little man.

"You heard it, Chief." Nergo breathed out, "Some clans have been poisoned by him. If we still pursue isolation, then all the clans will be defeated one by one."

"So you came to me to form an alliance?" Black Hand asked him.

"Yes and no." Nergo said an answer that Blackhand didn't expect. "I'm here to make you loyal to Hellscream."

What! ?

The black hand slapped the table, looking a little unhappy.

"Grommash is the chief, and I am also the chief. Why does he want me to be loyal to him?"

"You are just a chief now, but Grommash is the only great chief in the world." Nergo looked directly into Blackhand's angry eyes, "From south to north, the arakkoa, draenei, ogres , and all the orc tribes are loyal to Grommash, and now as the envoy of the warchief, I represent the authority of the tribe and the warchief."

Nergo said: "Join the tribe, and the united clans will help you realize your ambitions and help your clan become stronger."

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All the clans have joined the tribe?

The expression on Blackhand's face kept changing. If that was the case, it seemed that he had to join.

Blackhand at this time is very similar to Durotan in the original plot. He is not very interested in joining the tribe, but if he doesn't join, he will be ostracized by other clans.

Looking at Blackhand's expression, Nergo continued to describe to Blackhand what he had said to Grommash and other chiefs, and took out a drawing.

"I hear you are the best orc blacksmith in the world."

"That's natural." Blackhand looked arrogant. Can anyone like him create the weapons needed by the entire clan army overnight?

Can anyone make a pact with the elements like him and bring the Doomhammer back to the orc clan?

"Then take a look at these drawings." Nergo handed Blackhand some drawings of him and the draenei that he had obtained from Urban.

I saw Black Hand's expression ranging from frowning to astonishment. Black Hand was browsing the contents of the first, second... these papers with an expression of disbelief on his face.

On these drawings were weapons. Each drawing showed a terrifying killing machine. On it, Blackhand saw a small ball, which seemed inconspicuous, but throwing it could cause an explosion. There is also a drawing, a circular tube, but it can launch something called a cannonball, which can not only destroy the enemy's army, but even flatten mountains and make large craters appear on the ground; there is also a drawing, he may be from Delai Ni, because this actually records a terrifying large ship that can fly into the sky, and describes to Black Hand the equipment needed to conquer the sky beyond.

"You are greedy for power. I know it. This is not shameful. You also have the honor to die for the clan. I also know this." Nergo said: "But are you really satisfied that your power is only in a small place? ?Why don’t you join the tribe and let all the future worlds know your Blackhand name?”

Black Hand was still flipping through the drawings. The further he went, the more shocked he was by these drawings. It could even be said that they captured the part of his heart that he longed for most.

Battleships, artillery, spaceships, mines, grenades...

There are even drawings of a cold weapon. Although a cold weapon seems a bit out of place in these drawings, this was specifically requested by Nergo.

This is the blueprint of a hammer. It was designed by the best blacksmiths and draenei craftsmen of the orcs and the ogre blacksmith.

This is a blueprint that was created by combining the thoughts and technologies of the three races. There is no doubt that if it is made according to the blueprint, it will be an artifact.

Blackhand's eyes were almost fixed on it. He kept looking at this drawing and did not continue to look down.

"What's the name of this weapon?" Other weapons have names marked on them, but this sledgehammer is different.

"Hand of Darkness, or you can give him another name."

"No, just the Hand of Darkness, what a name, it is simply my perfect weapon." For so many years, Black Hand has been building a perfect weapon for himself, but he has always felt that there are many shortcomings, and some are not even as good as his lava weapon. Arms, this is not okay.

And today he saw a weapon that was most suitable for him - the Hand of Darkness.

"Join the tribe and I can get it?"

"Not only it, there are more weapons. As long as you join the tribe, the entire tribe's weapons will be created in your hands, and the tribe's technology will be displayed in your hands." Nergo said: "This will be the time when orcs rule the world. The only way is, as long as we unite, Gul'dan can only kneel down and beg for death."

Finally, Black Hand made up his mind. Whether it was the conquest and salvation promised by the tribe, or the drawings provided by Nergo, these things tightly grasped his needs, and these things were enough to satisfy his greed.

"The Blackstone Clan will support Grommash." He put away the drawings, his face full of excitement, and he couldn't wait to forge his own artifact now.

"Then send your best blacksmiths to Nagrand." Nergo opened his arms to Black Hand, "More powerful weapons will be forged by the Blackstone Clan."

The black hand hugged Nergo. The latter felt the weight and heat of the lava, but the element-modified body did not make him feel any discomfort. He was an elemental creature.

"In the name of the tribe."

"Let us crush the orc foes."