World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

When Grommash's body was covered with cloth and carried away by the orcs, the onlookers gradually left. They gathered in front of the bonfire to participate in the funeral of the old chief.

Grommash is dead, but the era of the tribe is not yet dead. When Nelgo stood at the door of the palace wearing that simple white wolf skin, he had already combined the religious authority and secular rights of the tribe into one, It became the first unprecedented combination of a warchief and a shaman guardian.

The funeral was quickly over, and the tribe's subjects began to swear allegiance to the new chief.

"Long live the Great Chief!"

"Long live the tribe."

Listening to the cheers of the crowd, Nergo wiped the corners of his eyes, driving away the sadness and hiding his pride. He looked indifferently and looked at his subjects. He stood proudly and cast a long shadow in the sunlight - —That is the shadow of the tribe.

"From today on, I am the warchief. The tribe's conquests will not stop. All clans must prepare for war with all their strength, and all shamans from all tribes will come to Gromash'er. Ascension must become a compulsory course for shamans."

Nergo's words did not surprise them, or any orc would not be surprised.

But then, Nergo's second order made them a little bit at a loss, "Promote Garrosh Hellscream, son of Grommash, as the chief of the Warsong clan. When he comes of age, he will inherit his father's legacy." All legacy.”

Make Garrosh Warchief? The orc chiefs were a little surprised. Is this still necessary? Isn't it natural that after the father dies, the son will succeed?

Wait, so Nergo actually wants to interfere with the inheritance rights of each tribe, so that whether the deceased can inherit the clan requires the approval of the tribal chief?

Although no one dared to object to this matter based on his prestige, it would be a bit shameless to use this matter as an excuse so soon after Grommash's death.

But they did not dare to object, and some even hurriedly came out to echo Nergo, "I will send someone to Galadar to read your order."

Yes, Galadar did not stay there after all. Before his death, he was still taking care of patients in the small village in Nagrand that was responsible for isolating patients. Therefore, the place was named Galadar.

"No need, I'll go there myself." Nergo shook his head. This is Grommash's last wish. He will fulfill his last wish. Howl? Smart shout!

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As Nergo walked, he was thinking about what the Horde should do next, whether to clean up the plants and completely unify Draenor, or to prepare for war and go to Azeroth.

After thinking about it, the difference between the benefits and the effort of clearing the plants was too big, and it was not worth it at all. It was better to send troops to Azeroth as soon as possible. The land there was much more fertile than this.

As for the kingdoms of Azeroth?

Don't you know that the land of the predecessors will be harvested by the descendants. In the past, they could take what the trolls had, but now the tribes have taken what they have, so don't complain.

But the important thing now is Garrosh's. To be honest, when Garrosh and his group were infected by the red natural disaster, he already knew that almost no one could expect them to survive successfully.

But for Grommash or his Warsong Orcs, dying in battle is not a problem at all. But it's one thing to die for glory, it's another thing to die in bed for no reason.

What's more, as the son of a chief, it would be a great shame for him and his clan to die of a weak illness on his bed. This is why, when they got sick, Grommash immediately isolated them, hoping to cure them and become a glorious warrior.

Nergo flew over a hill and saw a small village in front of him. The walls here are close together and the roofs are semi-circular. The architectural style is the same as that of most orc villages. There are also some shamans, doctors and draenei here.

Nergo flew to the entrance of the village and headed towards the village. He saw a few orcs walking slowly there, but their brown skin was no different from the others. They were recovering well, and Nergo slowly stopped.

"Gayaan!"

Nergo's voice spread throughout the village. The orcs raised their heads, looking very surprised, and then quickly disappeared into the nearest huts. They recognized Nergo. Even here, the tribe The battle reports often make them proud.

They informed Gaiaan, who appeared from the room and strode towards him. Under the sun, her voice was gentle and sharp as before, "King Nergo?"

"Huh? I haven't seen you for a long time." Gaiaan sighed.

"What brought you here?" she asked, and he was sure that Nergo was not here just to chat with him.

"I'm here to take them home." Nergo looked at them, "They are recovering well, and the clan's family members miss them too."

If it were the Mag'har orcs from the original world, Gaiaan might have cursed at this moment, and said something like Galadar is our home.

But in this world, the tribe has never forgotten them. From time to time, tribal convoys come here to provide them with supplies and medicines. After Delaney joined the tribe, many priests were sent by him to heal the patients.

The tribe has never forgotten them, so Gaiaan's attitude is also very good. She responded: "Yes, Pastor Delaney's treatment skills are superb. These patients have almost recovered except for moving a little slowly."

"Come on, I'll take you to meet Garrosh. He misses you and his father a lot." Gaiaan led him to a hut, only to find that a figure had already left his hut. Go out and come towards them.

It was a male orc, a young warrior. As he got closer, Nergo could see that he was tall and muscular. Except for his swaying walk, he was almost a typical orc warrior.

He knew who this was, Garrosh, son of Grommash.

"Nergo!? I'm so happy to see you." Garrosh stepped forward quickly, although it was still very slow, but the joy on his face made people ignore this.

He stepped forward and hugged Nergo, "Did my father ask you to come? How is the tribe? Can I join the battlefield?"

Questions came out of his mouth one after another. It was obvious that the messenger had not told them about Grommash's death.

Different from the original plot, Garrosh during this period was full of pride in his identity as the son of Grommash. His father did not take the lead in drinking the demon's blood. Instead, he was the chief of the tribe and a servant of the expedition demon to bring guidance to the orcs. Come to justice.

Nergo lowered his head and remained silent.

Garrosh may have realized something, and he asked, "Where is my father?"

"Where's Grommash?"

"I'm here to explain something to you. The warchief is dead." Nergo's words made Garrosh's pupils shrink.

But he didn't cry or collapse. Maybe he realized it, or maybe he understood the fate of a soldier.

It's as if it's not talking about his father's death.

"Why did he die?" Garrosh asked softly.

"He was seriously injured in the battle with the demon lord and died, but until the last moment, he showed amazing bravery." Nergo took out two things from his magic pocket, one was Gorehowl, Grommash's a battle axe, and the other a pauldron - the tusk of Maronoth.

"This is what your father left for you. He asked me to take good care of you."

At this time, a tear fell from his eyes. Garrosh touched the demon's fangs and his father's battle axe, as if he saw the proud warrior standing in front of him, telling him about the glory of the Hellscream family.

"Come with me, I will train you to become the next great chief." Nergo touched his head. This time, he did not resist or be dissatisfied.