World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

The few people who appeared in front of the tribal army were a little embarrassed. Fenris was scratched by the spear of the original thorn beast, Kargas was stained with mud, and Blackhand's face, which was not white at all, was even more stained by dust.

Even though they didn't look glamorous, even though there were tears and dents in their armor.

But no orc would despise them, because what came out behind them was a head bigger than a catapult and bigger than a house.

The huge and ferocious head showed unspeakable terror even if it was dead.

Kargas gritted his teeth, swung up the iron chain dragging the huge head, and threw it into the air. Then with a loud noise, the ferocious head hit an open space, making people pay more attention. , I saw more clearly what the head of the original ancestor Jing Beast looked like.

With its sharp fangs, ferocious eyes, and ferocious face, this terrifying monster made the tribal warriors realize what kind of terrifying monster their chief was fighting.

People realized their bravery and prowess, and the army began to be quiet at first, then gradually burst into scattered cheers, and finally broke out into thunderous cheers and applause.

"Long live the Chief!"

"Congratulations, Kargath." Grommash congratulated in front of everyone. "Your bravery has won a new land for your clan."

"Starting from your feet to wherever you look, everything belongs to the Shattered Hand clan."

He said: "This place belongs to you."

"Looks like I'm not behind yet." Kargas, who was panting fiercely, dug out Janu's eyeballs and played with them in his hands.

"You are the chief of the Shattered Hand Clan, the strongest gladiator in the world." Black Hand silently stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "When I go back, I will forge a new weapon for you to ensure that you will not be left behind."

"Then I want good materials."

"Made from black stone mine." Black Hand curled his lips, "Absolutely the best material."

This is the ore from which the ancestor's body evolved, so it is certainly a good material.

After the giant spirits died, their bodies were submerged into the soil and formed a black stone mine. They were really the bodies of the ancestors of the orcs hhh

Kargas looked back at him only to catch a glimpse of an orc with a wolf.

"Come here, soldier." Kargath waved to him, and Rexxar responded.

Kargath introduced to Grommash and others: "This is a half-orc. He comes from the Mok'Nassa clan. He helped me a lot in my previous battles. He is a brave warrior. He He told me he wanted to join the tribe, so..."

"Let the orcs join the tribe?" Fenris frowned. Of course he knew what the Mok'Nassar clan was. He had seen blood with them when they were slaves to the ogres, but now...

He glanced at Mal'gok, and even the ogres had joined the horde.

Rexxar was a little nervous. Would they reject him because he was not a pure orc?

He was a little angry. They could accept ogres, orcs, but why not half-orcs?

"What happened to the orcs?" Nergo decided immediately, "From now on you are a member of the tribe, and if your clan is willing, they will be too."

Taking this opportunity, Nergo used magic to spread his words to the ears of the tribe's army, "I know that some of you discriminate against half-orcs, hybrids, deformities, and ugly... Many of you said things even worse than this. In the past, I don't care, I can't control it, but from now on, what I want to say is that all orcs are our brothers, and half-orcs are our ill-fated brothers." Nergo did not say that he discriminated against half-orcs. What the consequences will be, they know even if he doesn't tell them, they won't be much better.

Grommash snorted, "The tribe values ​​ability, not blood."

This was not only said to the tribe members, but also to Rexxar, "If we talk about blood, then one-third of us here are not worthy of joining the tribe, so don't worry about someone discriminating against your blood, you can Use your abilities to your fullest in the tribe."

Even Garrosh's orthodox tribe did not dare to say that other than orcs were not worthy of joining the tribe. They used goblin engineers to call them easy, and they even refused to drink the water of Orgrimmar to give the goblins a chance to show off their skills.

Even if he traveled through time, he would not forget to take the goblins to forcefully pull in a wave of technology.

Rexxar straightened his back and saluted Grommash respectfully. As an orc, he said it bluntly like everyone else, "I will become a soldier of the tribe and realize my dream in the tribe."

"It would be a pity to be a soldier with your talent. How about being my follower?" Nergo said.

Not to mention that Rexxar will be a golden legend in the future. Nergo wants to collect cards as soon as he sees him, and talks about his identity as the heir of the Mok'Nassa clan.

If he was thrown to the front line and used as an orc infantry, it would be great fun if Rexxar died at this time.

"Your Majesty, my dream is achieved by working hard with my own axe." Rexxar rejected Nergo's kindness, "I thank you for your attention, but I lack the opportunity to realize my dream by your side. "

"What dream do you want to realize?" Nergo was a little curious. He couldn't be traveling around the world with a bear, right?

"My dream is to achieve great things and let everyone know about Rexxar from Mok'Nathal."

At this time, Rexxar was not the beast king who had experienced a battle and wandered to Kalimdor with Misha, nor was he the "warrior of the Horde" who had experienced many adventures in Azeroth.

At this moment, he is just a young orc who is just starting out and wants to make a contribution.

"It's a very good dream, but it's a little too ordinary for you." While marching on the back of the wolf, Nergo said: "I can see that you are a warrior, and you also know that I am a prophet. .”

"What I want to say is that I have higher expectations for you. You should not be as ordinary as others, with only a few words of simple achievements." Nergo's words made Lexa a little confused, "I don't understand you. I mean, Your Majesty."

"It doesn't matter." Nergo said with a gentle smile: "How is the current situation of your clan?"

"It's very bad." Rexxar said bluntly, "Hiding in the mountains, there is no stable food source, the soldiers do not have good weapons, and the tribesmen do not have warm coats."

"Then do you want to make their life better?" Nergo said: "When I persuaded other clans to join the tribe, some of the orc chiefs wanted to make contributions, so I invited him to join the tribe, because in the tribe there will never be any There will be a lack of opportunities to build merit.”

"Some orc chiefs hope to protect the world. They will only show their fangs when the world is in crisis, so I invited them to join the tribe, because the tribe was established to stop all enemies that harm the world."

"Some hope that they can enjoy the cheers themselves, and some hope that future generations will no longer be as poor as they are today. In the end, I invited them to join the tribe."

"So, why would you use your ax to strike the tribe's enemies? It is to achieve great achievements, but I think the greatest achievement is to make the lives of your own people better and make your clan stronger."

"Do you think being a warrior can change your clan? It won't change a bit. What else do they have besides having one more story to brag about about their clan?"

"But it's different with me. You can use your abilities to your heart's content and learn how to make the Moknasa clan strong and how to make other orcs' lives better."

"For example, weak babies will not be drowned. They can grow up safely and experience the beauty of the world. For example, soldiers will not have to fight to the death just for a mouthful of food to fill their stomachs..." Nergo described a thunder Visions that Ksar never imagined.

Lexa's body was trembling a little, "You are right, Your Majesty, I joined the tribe just for..."

"Shh." Nergo made a silent gesture, "Don't be so impatient. Whether the tribe will bring the changes I mentioned to the world, to the orcs, and to your people still needs to be experienced by yourself. .”

"Don't have too high expectations, because we can't cover everything and satisfy everyone, and don't be too disappointed, because the changes brought about by the tribe are the result of the joint efforts of every member."

"I just want to ask you." Nergo said: "Will you be my follower and accompany me to turn the tribe into the utopia that everyone dreams of?"

In the end, Rexxar firmly chose to follow Nergo as his follower.

Rexxar Youth is obtained.

"Sometimes I really wonder." Sylvanas complained: "Are you a demon from the Burning Legion in disguise?"

"Oh? Then what kind of devil do you think I am?" Nergo asked her with interest.

"Succubus." Sylvanas said firmly.

Sometimes, Sylvanas really felt that Nergo was the real succubus. From the draenei to the arakkoa, from the ogres to Mok'Natha, they had almost nothing to do with the orc tribe at this time. All the races on earth were drawn closer to the tribal camp by him.

But if you think so, it seems that she herself is like this...

"I just thought you were complimenting me." Nergo was not angry at all, it was just his own charisma.

He knows the plot and what the famous characters or forces in the plot need most. Through this, he can gain insight into their hearts.

Sometimes, this works better than a plug-in.