World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

In the Chief's Palace in Gromash'ri. (It’s actually a larger courtyard. The orc craftsmen didn’t waste time building a gorgeous palace.)

"You mean you want us to join forces?"

"You are the Chief of Warsong. We respect you, but you'd better know the clan's traditions." An orc said.

Grommash glanced at him. He was the chief of the Thunder Blade Clan. It is said that their clan, like the Fire Blade Clan, specializes in swordsmanship, and they also recruit foreign orcs to join the clan. As long as they can reach the top of the Blade Mountains, Peak, if you are struck by lightning three or more times during a thunderstorm, you can join the clan.

There was chaos among the orcs, and several orc chiefs who did not know the truth were talking about the news of the clan alliance.

"Quiet." Grommash growled, "Listen to me!" While Nelgo was still thinking, a terrifying roar ripped through the air around him, almost shattering Nelgo's eardrums.

Nergo felt the feeling of having otitis media for the first time in a long time.

Grommash stood up, held his head high, opened his mouth wide, and looked at the deathly silence of the people around him. He was very satisfied.

Of course, I don't know if these orcs were wondering why he roared so loudly.

At least that's what Nergo thinks.

"Now shut up." He pointed at the talking chiefs, "My shaman will answer your questions."

"Unite?" The chief of the Thunder Blade Orcs shook his head, "We won't..."

Before he could finish his words, Lantrexo had already placed the sword on his neck.

"That's right, unite." Nergo opened his arms and looked at the orcs and said: "Although we come from different clans, each clan also has different customs and traditions. But what does it matter? Unite. This is not to ask us to abandon our respective proud histories, but to make our future even more proud! Each of our clans has its own strength that we are proud of, the unity and weapons of the Blackstone Clan, the dragon riders of the Dragonmaw Clan and the Thundergod Clan. , the Sword Master of the Burning Blade Clan, the Shaman of the Shadowmoon Clan, the Wolf Cavalry of the Warsong Clan... How powerful would these proud forces be if they were united? We are all orcs! Whether it is the Blackstone Clan, the Warsong Clan, Or the Thunder God Clan, the Dragonmaw Clan...these differences between the clans are insignificant! The important thing is that we are brothers of the same race! The same blood flows in our blood, and the desires in our hearts are the same. Glory, we have a lot in common, and these commonalities far outweigh those differences. As long as we unite, no one can make us surrender, whether it is Gul'dan or the demon master behind him!"

These orcs were in a daze. Did Nelgo say what he said didn't make sense? No, what he said was very reasonable and clear. Gul'dan caused this disaster, and the power of one of their clans could not solve this disaster, so he hoped that the clans would unite.

But the question is who is the orc who said this, and what qualifications does he, an ordinary shaman, have to say this.

The Thunderblade Orc Chief said: "Very well, the clans have united and created an unrivaled army, but who is the master of this army? Who does this power serve?"

Yes, the common chief of all clans, who doesn’t want this kind of honor?

Nergo met his gaze and nodded.

"Grommash, of course."

"Why? Just you as a shaman?" He sneered: "My clan has no shortage of shamans, and I don't need you to show me the future."

"There is also a gap between shamans." Nergo straightened his chest and faced the arrogant warrior. "I am the next guardian of the shaman, the king of Groblerburg, the conqueror of Highmaul, the arrogant warrior. Marsh’s lieutenant, and I’m an Ascendant.”

"For a shaman like me, it is your honor to be here to show you the grand plans for the future."

He had no intention of being polite to such a small and disobedient clan.

This is just like when the Secretary of State of the United States visits various countries. If you are a president or prime minister like Britain and France, you still have to be polite. But you are a weird little country, and you are putting it on the line with me. I won’t give you some face. You know who I am, right?

Seeing that the other orcs had no objection, Nergo continued, "In addition to you, those who are willing to join the Horde include Highmaul, the Arakkoa Exiles, and the Draenei..."

"Wait, Draenei?" The chief of the Bladewind clan immediately stood up and interrupted Nergo, "I don't agree!"

You don't agree with having a hammer.

Nergo looked at him, "You don't agree? It's useless."

The chief of the Bladewind clan turned and left, "I will never stand in the same camp as the Draenei. If the tribe wants to accept the Draenei, then..."

Grommash's hand on the ax became tighter and tighter. While he was still talking nonsense, Grommash threw the axe.

Looking at his body, Grommash raised his hand and said, "Guard, drag him out."

At the same time, he looked at Nergo and said, "Don't talk nonsense to them next time."

Nergo nodded, understanding.

"So brothers, do you have any opinions?"

There was silence in the room, and after a moment, "Greetings to the chief!"

The cheers of the orcs made Grommash very satisfied. In front of all the orcs, he said: "As the orc warchief, this is my first order."

He turned to look at Nergo, "I hereby announce that Nergo will be given the surname Thunder. I hope that you will become the thunder that hits the enemy's head. At the same time, I appoint you as the new warlord of the Warsong clan."

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"War Song Warlord? Me?" Nergo was speechless for a moment.

The Warlord is actually the same as the Chieftain. Grommash wants him to be the Chieftain of the Warsong Clan?

"That's right." Grommash had already thought about it. This was the only thing he could give Nergo. "Before the Hellscream family disappears, this promise will always be valid. You will always be the warlord of the Warsong clan and the most important member of the tribe. The most powerful king is second only to me. When I am away, you will exercise the rights of the chief."

At this point, Grommash said nothing more. He took Nergo out of the house, followed by the other chiefs.

This is the top of the city, and here, Nergo can even see the orcs gathered below.

Grommash pushed him forward.

"Next, it's up to you to give the second order." He looked at Nergo, and Nergo looked at him.

Then, Nelgo took a step forward and looked at the numerous orcs below. "Then my order is that from now on, all clans will prepare for war. We must regain the Tanaan Jungle and avenge the Bleeding Ring clan!"

"Why should we bleed for them?" one of the orc chiefs muttered.

Hearing this, the orcs all turned their attention to him.

He was still saying something at this time, but what he didn't see was that Grommash had already tightened his grip on the axe.

Nergo immediately turned around, and then walked up to him in front of all the orcs, clasping his fingers tightly, and a gust of wind grabbed him into the air. Nergo walked up and looked at him, "Which clan are you from? What is my name?" Your tribe is ashamed to have a coward like you."

"Today they occupied Tanaan Jungle, and you chose to ignore it. What if they occupied Gorgrond tomorrow? Are you going to give up and occupy your clan the day after tomorrow? Who will save you then!" Nergo growled.

"All words come to one, the land in this world belongs to the tribe, how can they get their turn to occupy the territory?" Nergo raised his fist and hit him hard in the face, then looked back at the crowd, "There are others like this coward. An idea?"

Silence fell.

Suddenly, an orc roared.

"well said."

Others looked at him, it was a one-eyed orc.

I don’t know when he came to this city, but Nelgo and the other chiefs knew who he was. This old orc was called Kilrogg Deadeye. He was the chief of the Bloodring Clan. Their clan lived in Tanaan. In the jungle, there is a clan that is proficient in dark magic.

It was also someone they believed was dead.

"Aren't you dead?" someone said.

"Yes, I am dead." Kilrogg raised his head, "All the Blood Ring orcs are dead. We are now the Blood Oath Souls, the orcs in the Tanaan jungle who deserve to die."

He looked directly at Nergo, "I'm glad that I didn't go the wrong way. I believe that the tribe will let me regain my glory. The attitude of most of you also confirms this."

He looked at Grommash again, "Kilrogg is here to serve. My people are outside the city and are always ready to serve you. Long live Warchief Grommash!"