World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

It’s a bit confusing, so I’ll post a side story. As a rule, the side story has nothing to do with the main text.

Orgrimmar - the city that never fell. This city was founded by Thrall, the former warchief of the Horde, and named Orgrimmar to commemorate Orgrim, his former warchief.

As the new capital of the orcs, Orgrimmar is located in the mountains between Durotar and Azshara. It is also a true city of warriors.

Many races, including goblins, tauren, trolls, orcs, and even pandas and blood elves, have settled here. They obey the orders of the warchief and seize their own interests on the planet Azeroth.

But that's all in the past. Ever since the Battle of Orgrimmar, this city that represents the power of the orcs has become a joke, let alone now.

(Gazlowe: Orgrimmar, the city that never falls!

Khadgar: Didn't he just get captured recently? )

Sylvanas sat on the throne belonging to the warchief and opened her eyes. Her eyes were emitting a strange red light, and she felt as if she had experienced a long sleep.

Scanning the surroundings with his eyes, Grommash Fortress was as usual, with some tribal advisers standing here, and a few bored adventurers breaking in and wandering around.

"Hello."

"May Mother Earth protect you."

“May the wind guide your path.”

The tauren on the side took the trouble to reply to all the adventurers who wanted to talk to him.

"That's ridiculous." A cold and emotionless voice came out of her mouth, and there was another memory in her mind, a memory about a certain "dog licker" with amazing perseverance.

"Maybe it's me who licks the dog." She glanced at Nathanos beside her.

Her memory, at first, she only had memories after death, and then these memories continued to increase, and just now, she had another story about the Shadow Realm, the warden, and a love story with a certain licking dog.

Nathanos, Sylvanas glanced at him, she was familiar with him, or her memory told her that she should be familiar with him.

Champion of the Dark Queen?

Who would have thought that this man, who was nicknamed the licking dog by the adventurers and the "Prince of the Banshee" by the goblin trade king, who was once just an ordinary member of countless professional trainers, would actually become her man in her memory? It was her initiative.

There was a trace of disgust in Sylvanas's eyes. I'm not Illidari, so my aesthetics are so special?

Although it is said that the three sisters of the Windrunner family all have an indissoluble bond with human men in the end, what are the men like for the eldest sister and the younger sister? What are the arrangements for her?

Turalyon, the hero of the orc war and a genius commander.

Ronin, the Archmage of Dalaran, is a famous member of the Kirin Tor Council.

As for her man?

"Son of a bitch." She was so angry. Why did she have such a memory?

And he arranged himself into this image?

How could that trash in my memory be me?

It looks just like the romance novels written by some people, disgusting.

At this time, an adventurer came over and looked at her, muttering something.

"I don't have time to play games with you." Sylvanas was a little impatient. Why did she always have an extra memory in her mind every now and then? Why do I always have to say these words when facing these boring and annoying adventurers?

She thought about it and seemed to realize something.

"Ha!" Sylvanas raised the corners of her lips and showed a smile that could be called a masterpiece. She understood.

She stood up, took out a long bow, put a strand of hair behind her ear as if to block her ears, and pulled the bow string as if she was about to shoot.

"What is this?" The player next to him was a little stunned. Why did he feel that something was wrong with Sylvanas today?

"Is this a new plot?"

"Have you never heard of a queen role?"

"This Shiva's smile is indeed pretty."

Amidst the discussions from a series of players, Sylvanas couldn't help but sneer.

"Game?" She shot at the minotaur closest to him.

Whoosh whoosh!

Sylvanas shot three arrows in a row, and the arrows shot out so fast that even the eyes could not detect his trajectory.

Looking at the tauren who showed no pain at all, even as if he was not injured, Sylvanas pulled out the scimitar from her waist.

With a swish sound, this lightning-fast knife struck the Minotaur's arm. According to her estimation, if this was a real life, she could completely cut off its arm.

It was exactly what she thought. Her mind told her that ordinary people would be injured if attacked and die from excessive bleeding. But even if she treated the minotaur like this, she was unscathed...

That's not right, at least after her torture, the tauren finally died of exhaustion of blood...

There were no wounds on his body when he died.

"Sure enough, you are all fake." She screamed wantonly with a ferocious face. Not to mention the NPCs within the range of the banshee's wail, even the walls of Grommash Fortress suffered a lot of damage.

"What the hell? What the hell is this?"

"I've been losing blood."

"..."

Those players who originally thought there was a new plot and crowded in Grommash Fortress were in trouble. The banshee howled, arrows, blades, and Sylvanas attacked everyone like crazy, including the Forgotten. and her warriors.

She is the Banshee King, the Dark Lady, the chief of the tribe, and a former ranger general. The meaning of her existence may not be to meet one challenge after another, but it is definitely not to be a clown and let people arrange her arbitrarily. Life.

About 1 hour later.

During this period of time, she single-handedly eliminated all life in the city, and the originally prosperous city became silent.

Sitting on the chief's throne, Sylvanas cleared her throat, then picked up a piece of dried meat made of an unknown creature and took a hard bite. "Obviously, it has no taste at all." She glanced at it. Taking one look at the remaining dried meat, Sylvanas chose to eat them all.

Although as an undead body, she does not need to eat, but for the undead, eating is a kind of enjoyment, even if it is carrion, the enjoyment is not the taste, but the desire to exercise the rights of the living.

"Fake world, fake people, there is no need to exist." She raised her eyebrows. The light of the sun outside the window of Grommash Fortress shone on her perfect facial features. Even in the body of the undead, she still Can't hide her beauty.

If you change the environment to a piece of grass or a gorgeous room, this will definitely become the most perfect picture.

Sylvanas closed her eyes. She was meditating, thinking about her life and the meaning of her future. Should she continue to live in this false world, accept her fate, or get rid of him?

A bug has been detected and is being fixed. The server is restarting.

A mechanical voice sounded, and the whole time seemed to be turned back. A series of players and NPCs such as orcs and tauren were resurrected one after another. They were still doing their own thing as usual, the only difference was that There is no more Sylvanas on the throne.