World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

This chapter is the last chapter for the characters in the game. If there is a new chapter, it won’t be with this background.

This is Nagrand, which is a map after players go to Outland after level 60. However, obviously the Burning Crusade version is not yet open at this time, or this is simply the Warlords of Draenor version, so it is still covered. Large plain of yellow and green grass.

Sylvanas breaks into Grommashr.

No, the word "crash" shouldn't be used. Because she has a neutral yellow reputation with the local orc NPCs, Sylvanas has not encountered any obstruction at all.

She took the trouble to ask every orc along the way. For example, right now, Sylvanas stood in front of a shaman who seemed to be knowledgeable and asked him: "Do you know that our world is a game?"

Sylvanas's face was full of seriousness. She looked at the orc who had a war song above her head and the war chanter didn't even have a name, but she only received the reply: "Blood and thunder."

There is no doubt that he has no ego.

Sylvanas turned to stop others. She took the trouble to ask the NPCs in every city. This was because she was thrown out of Azeroth after the system detected a problem, and she has been in Azeroth since then. It's called the Twisting Nether in the game, and the player floats in the abyss where she will die until she finds the Outland - but for some reason, it seems that because of a bug, she came to the Outland that has not yet been opened, or Draenor. ?

She always thought that she would not be the special one. There must be someone who, like her, could realize that this world is the essence of a game.

"Power and Glory."

"Hello."

"I'm not that kind of orc."

"Okay, okay."

After going through a lot of useless nonsense, Sylvanas was a little disappointed. These NPCs were still like that, without the ability to think at all. Even if she shouted insults in front of them, there were only those who were set and rigid. npc dialogue.

Until she came to a training ground, the orc NPCs here were still just as Sylvanas imagined, attacking the dummies day and night.

She seemed to be trying her best to ask the orcs here, but in the end there was no conversation.

"The producer here must be a lazy dog." Sylvanas couldn't help but cursed secretly.

Until she saw a little orc, wait, he seemed to be no longer small, he was strong, had an exclusive model, and had the word Nergo on his head.

"Is there an exclusive name?" Sylvanas became interested. She was sure that the plot implanted in her mind had nothing to do with the name Nergo.

Except for the Dragonmaw clan.

On the clan's training ground, a tall and strong orc with one eye blind was shouting something loudly.

Sylvanas looked at the message that appeared in the dialog box in front of her. "Child, wave your weapon like a real orc warrior!"

She stood between the two men, not caring about Nergo's axe.

"Do you know that our world is just a scripted game?"

How she wished the orc in front of her could give her a serious answer! She has placed her last hope for this city on this NPC that has never appeared.

"Game...what are you talking about?" Nergo frowned, immediately put the ax aside, and found a relatively clean place to sit down.

"Can you understand me?" Sylvanas felt a burst of joy, and she quickly told everything she knew.

Why is Blizzard eating books again? There are going to be a bunch of homosexuals and xxists in the world, and so and so has a dark history.

Nergo looked at Sylvanas blankly, "May your blade..."

"Wait, what nonsense am I talking about?" Nergo blurted out, "Always sharp." He was silent for a while and then said the rest of the sentence.

"I seem to understand what you mean." Looking at Sylvanas's eyes, he finally said a complete sentence after experiencing some ravings like a mental patient.

Seeing the name on Nergo's head that represented his NPC identity disappear, his originally somewhat game-like physical appearance became more realistic.

Sylvanas said to him: "Congratulations. Ever since I saw you, I feel that this trip was not in vain."

She smiled self-deprecatingly, "I knew I wasn't the only one. I wasn't going to be the savior."

Nergo said nothing, he also felt the difference in himself.

"Now I understand why I am here swinging an ax every day. Every time I attack, a number will appear above my head." Nergo seemed to want to say all the words he had not been able to say for so many years. He kept complaining about the settings of this game world.

Until he said, "And let me tell you why there are women walking around in bikinis all day long..."

Then, he was slapped on the forehead by the Banshee King's finger.

Sylvanas put her finger on Nelgo's forehead and said expressionlessly: "Do you have any objection to my dress?"

Although she also felt that her dress was a bit strange, she could not accept being criticized.

"No comment."

Nergo didn't say anything, but Sylvanas took it as what he said, "I have complained about the designer for a long time, so I allow your disrespect."

"If it were anyone else, I would have treated them to the plague."

She raised her head slightly, "This is the different treatment you get from them as an awakened person."

Awakened, this is the name Sylvanas came up with specifically for those of them who are aware of the problems in this world.

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As for Ysera? Let her go on to sleep!

"Awakened One? That's a pretty good name." Nergo easily accepted the title.

"So what is the goal of us awakened ones?" Nergo was eager to try. "Save everyone, tell them that we live in a false world, lead them out of the game, and kill those designers?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" Sylvanas clicked her tongue, "But our plan seems a little difficult."

She looked at the other orcs with Warsong Marauders marked on their heads, and explained: "Many people do not have self-awareness. This may be related to the fact that they do not have exclusive names, and even if they have exclusive names, it does not mean that they will become awakened."

"It depends on talent." Sylvanas was right. He asked everyone in Gromash'er who had their own names, but only Nelgo responded to her. (Except for Garrosh, don't ask why she didn't go to him. Sylvanas still thinks that it is better for the clown with the head of an ogre to live a vain and failed life in the game. good.)

"Difficult? I just like difficulty." Nergo puffed out his chest and said, "The real warrior is the one who overcomes adversity."

"Surviving against the odds?" Sylvanas was stunned for a moment, half-crouched and put her face close to her, then stood up and curled her lips, "You'd better be like this."

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Sylvanas Windrunner."

Nergo looked nervously at the pretty face that was close to him. He was a little at a loss. It wasn't until she stood up that he nervously said his name: "Hello, my name is Nergo."

As the moonlight fell, the two sat on the top of the mountain and looked up at the stars in the sky.