World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

When the pale lady disappeared into the sky and the sun once again shone on his city, Grommash felt incredible as he walked in Grommash'er.

In his eyes, the city was a place where blacksmiths hammered away day and night, and warriors dueled regardless of the occasion.

He stared at the endless prairie outside the city. Over the years, there are countless orc chiefs who have hoped to achieve his current greatness, and how many people are obsessed with the power he possesses, but who can achieve his current level?

Grommash gently stroked the black wolf that flew towards him when he woke up, and couldn't help but sigh, "He is more like the chief of the tribe than me."

The black wolf didn't understand what he was talking about, he just stretched out his head and rubbed his hand, making a purring sound from his mouth.

Seeing another group of orcs with unique costumes enter the city along the gate, the corners of Grommash's mouth could not help but tremble, and his voice was softer than before, "But I still want a lot of things, and I hate it." Now I am a little incompetent, but I will never regret it."

Especially when he saw the soldiers' excitement after victory, their eyes seemed to be burning with enthusiasm like fire.

He had no choice but to do everything he could.

"I am the chief of the Dragonmaw Orcs." Zuluhid jumped down from the flying dragon, "Meet the great chief."

This is not the first time Grommash has seen this situation. He also seems to be familiar with the situation, arranging all the affairs of the Dragonmaw clan in Grommashr.

In the past few months, orcs from countless clans have followed their chiefs to Nagrand, met with Grommash, and claimed to join the tribe.

Every clan that joins proves Nergo's success. Over the years, when most of the orc clans from all over the world gathered in Grommash, all the clans in the city, including Grommash, The orcs also knew that the establishment of the tribe was imperative.

It was once claimed that the union of the clans was a ridiculous idea and that one day all orcs would collapse from it.

But the history that is about to happen has effectively refuted the absurdity of this statement.

A new era has arrived. Above the clans, the orcs must first consider themselves as tribes. Although the current union is not yet completely unified, each clan has retained its own traditions - Shattered Hands and Laughing Skull, two people who like to torture. After the clans met together, the fight to the death in the arena almost never stopped.

If the brand-new tribe hadn't had a large number of healers, there would have been a lot of corpses born in this city.

But Grommash was not satisfied with this status quo. He found Kargas. In a duel with everyone watching, Kargas lost.

Grommash demanded that their clan stop this ridiculous behavior with the authority of the warchief and the rights of the winner.

"You are the warriors of the tribe. Your blood is to be used to conquer the land and save the world, not to be shed in the hands of your own people." Listening to the cheers of the orcs watching, Grommash visited several clans in turn. To implement the complete integration of the orc clans.

They are gradually developing in a unified direction, and Grommash has gradually realized the power of the warchief. Instead of commanding one Warsong clan, he can now command all the clans in the tribe.

But he was not satisfied. He even felt that there was still something missing in his heart - Nergo was still outside and had not come back.

Grommash asked the last orc clan to arrive in Grommashr. The chiefs of the Dragonmaw orcs and the Laughingskull orcs came to the room and announced that Nelgo was heading to the Blackstone Foundry.

"Maybe he will go to Tanaan Jungle?" Kaz said unexpectedly.

"Absolutely impossible." Zuluhid shook his head and said: "My shaman told me that the Tanaan Jungle has fallen and the devil is in control of it. It is absolutely impossible for the king to go there."

"Who knows." Kaz muttered. This orc is crazier than outsiders imagine. He is almost a pure Laughing Skull orc hidden in Gromash'er.

If it were him...it seems like he really wouldn't go.

Suddenly, cheers came from outside, and the sudden restlessness made Grommash walk out of the room. He felt a little irritated. Was there another duel?

Nergo never told him that the price of being a warchief was that he had to deal with these trivial matters every day.

At this time, he suddenly thought of his son, "Maybe it's time to call him back."

Grommash began to imagine that his son was like Sylvanas, handling government affairs in the city on their behalf.

Thinking like this, Grommash raised his head and looked into the distance from a high place. He did not notice the duel or conflict, but he noticed that the crowds were crowded in one direction.

He got there and pushed through the crowd.

At this time, the missing part of his heart was complete, and he saw Nergo, his adjutant, returning to the city.

Grommash suppressed the excitement and relief in his heart. He looked at Nergo's current appearance, wolf skin, snowshoes, amulet, necklace...

Nergo was dressed completely different from when he went there, and...

The scar above the exposed heart on his chest.

Grommash frowned. If he were an ordinary orc, he wouldn't say anything, but Nergo was different. This was a double standard. He couldn't accept that his lieutenant died of trauma, even if it was just almost.

Grommash said calmly: "Welcome home."

Nergo beat his chest towards Grommash, with a smile on his face, "Nergo, the Warsong Orc, pays homage to the warchief, and I will return my life to you."

"You have brought warriors from Blackstone, Dragonmaw, Thundergod and other clans. The orcs have never been so united." Grommash said to him: "Your mission has been completed perfectly."

"It's a pity that the Blood Ring Clan didn't come." Nergo sighed. Losing the Blood Ring Clan made him feel a little awkward. After all, except for Gul'dan, he still wanted to collect the other clans of the Seven Heroes. .

This may be due to his habit of collecting cards and lighting up illustrated books in his previous life.

Grommash's face darkened, "You'd better not want to go to Tanaan Jungle."

"Kilrogg is old. He deserved his death on the battlefield, but I cannot accept your death."

What else could Nergo say, just nodded in agreement.

Before he started training as a spellbreaker, he still didn't want to fight demons and warlocks. This profession was too oppressive.

"Now that you're back, we can take the final step."

"In front of all the orcs, hold a rally to confirm your authority."

Nergo did not go to all the clans, and some clans even had no idea that Grommash was about to crown the warchief and establish the tribe.

They were all clans that Nergo deemed unworthy, but he was still willing to give them a chance to join in this great moment.