World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

The residence of the Bladewind Clan, an extremely small orc camp. Its scale cannot be compared with any other city in the world.

Compared to famous cities such as Blackstone Foundry and Grommashr, this camp is simply called Bladewind Outpost.

Although it was already dark, this was not a problem for the orcs, not to mention the bright lights of Bladewind Post.

Even without lighting a lamp, the orcs' keen sense of smell and excellent eyesight are enough to ensure that they can fight at night without worries.

"You are the true master of Talador, the heir to the power of the true god, and the butcher of the Draenei. How can a so-called crusade composed of a mere group of weaklings make you waver?"

Inside the Bladewind outpost, a green-skinned orc wearing a purple robe complimented the newly elected Bladewind chief Heril Skullbreaker.

Helier was tall and strong, and after drinking the green demonic blood, he became even bigger than before. He was considered a first-class burly man among ordinary orc tribes.

He sat on a wooden seat and laughed wildly, "The warriors of Bladewind are invincible. As long as Gul'dan's army comes over, we can easily get these dirty coolies out of my territory."

His arrogance naturally had its origin, as he saw the hard worker instantly transform into a strong warrior after drinking the bucket of green blood.

When I saw that the evil flames erupted by the warlocks could easily shake the mountain ridge.

Hellyer knew his moment of glory was coming.

So he drank the demon's blood without hesitation and became the first orc chieftain that Gul'dan conquered in Talador.

When news of the Crusaders emerged, he immediately realized that his clan was likely to be the target of the Crusaders. During this period, he built castles, built fortifications, and stepped up training of soldiers, summoning Gul'dan from time to time. The sorcerer was sent, hoping to get some will from the gods.

"Gul'dan said that the true god wants you to stop the Crusaders here." The warlock smiled coldly. The existence of this small clan is insignificant. Gul'dan just wants to use them to delay the tribe's offensive and provide a better future for the ancients. Erdan's actions in Tanaan Jungle were to buy time.

"Although their great chief has summoned an army, how can the orc clans from all over the world obey his orders so easily? So I believe that their so-called Crusaders must be in chaos. You only need to stop them for a while. This group The patchwork army will fall apart." The warlock said: "At that time, with this military exploit, you will be the greatest chief in the world."

The greatest chief?

It has to be said that it is a terrible thing to have the blood of demons enter the brain. Helier firmly believes in the words of the warlock. He believes that the green skin of his clan will bring them victory.

Unexpectedly, he was a joke in the eyes of the tribe and the evil tribe.

"A clown in a play. But for us, it's a good start."

Nergo sat on the back of a black wolf, mocking the Bladewind clan for overestimating their capabilities.

"800 years ago, in the caves of Gorgrond, orc families migrated to various parts of the world and formed clans. Among them, a group of orcs came to Talador, and they called themselves the Bladewind Clan."

Looking at the newly built fortifications of the Bladewind Clan, Nergo told the history of this clan.

"For eight hundred years, clans have continued to decline and clans have risen, but the Bladewind clan has always occupied the fertile land of Talador."

Nergo recalled the past history. 800 years ago, when the Ogre Empire was dominating, Gronns were roaming the world, and the arakkoa were trying to revive the empire, the Bladewind clan was able to occupy a place under the eyes of the Goria Empire. There is no doubt that they were also able to do so at that time. It can be considered a powerful clan.

"90 years ago, the Bladewind Clan was no longer the Bladewind Clan of the past. They were few in number and small in scale, and they made a living by raiding. It was also their first attack on the Delaney."

"The Draenei did not choose to repay the Bladewind clan with blood, so that robbing the Draenei became their tradition."

Nergo looked at Maraad beside him, "I don't want to judge the prophet's formal principles, and I don't want to defend from anyone's perspective."

"Last year, when the tribe was established, the chief of the Bladewind clan died at the hands of the warchief. Then they chose to support Gul'dan and became the demon's lackeys."

Nergo sighed and turned back to look at the chiefs and generals.

"What I want to say is that for the Bladewind clan, I will not be as kind as the prophet Velen. I will only be more vicious than the devil. Today I am leading a coalition of five races, with more than 100,000 troops accompanying me. , I will not let them go once, twice, or three times. Nor will I fail because of their evil magic, I will only succeed!"

Having already seen the gate of the Blade Wind Clan, Nergo waved his hand, not giving the Crusaders time to think, "The artillery is ready, the catapults are ready, the soldiers charge!"

"lok—tar, ogar!"

"Charge! For the Chief!"

As soldiers rushed out one by one and cannonballs were fired, Fenris Wolfmai, who participated in the Crusade, swallowed his saliva.

He had never seen such a large-scale battle, with a combined army of 100,000 people charging towards the enemy's camp.

The same goes for Blackhand, who looked in the direction of the draenei technicians and orc artillery.

Look at those cannons, how beautiful they are! These are war weapons that his people have been building day and night.

Of course, with the help of draenei technicians.

Because of this, Blackhand even looked at Delaney much friendlier.

"Come on!"

Another group of orc warriors rushed to the front line.

These warriors from all over the world raised their weapons and shields, and under the cover of artillery, under the majestic gaze of the chiefs, and listening to the encouragement of priests and shamans, they strove forward.

"How come there are so many of them!" Helier roared loudly. Yes, his orc army was tall and strong, but they couldn't be stronger than these ogres!

Look at the endless army outside the camp. Even if they don't have to fight in, they can just trample them to death.

"Warlock!" Heril grabbed the warlock sent by Gul'dan. "Now it's up to you and your friends to use magic to destroy the enemy!"

destroy? Destroy a hammer.

The warlock rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, chief, don't worry, I will summon them right away."

Wait until all four warlocks gather together.

The leader, the purple-robed warlock, couldn't help but smile.

"Hurry up! What are you hesitating about?" Heril had already seen that the castle he had worked so hard to build was razed to the ground by the tribe. He wished he could kill all these warlocks now.

"Don't worry." The warlocks muttered spells in low voices, and Heril stared at him intently.

"Rain of Fire."

"Shadow Arrow Rain."

"The devil summons."

"Pain is impermanent."

The warlocks said different spell names, but they were doing the same thing. As soon as they finished speaking, a portal teleported all four of them away.

It turns out that all the spells they released were portals.

Helier looked at the empty room, looking left and right. The desire to kill brought by the demon's blood had been suppressed by the sadness in his heart.

"It's over, it's all over." He slumped on the ground helplessly.

Looking at the hammer in his hand, he wanted to hit himself on the head, but stopped under the influence of a voice.

It was a draenei voice.

He stood up, straightened his armor, and rushed out of the room.

"Death to the Draenei!" He wanted to smash a Draenei's head in his last moments.

Boom!

A cannonball exploded, killing Hellier.