World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Three years later.

On the day when the Dark Portal opened as scheduled, violent magic fluctuations caused all creatures closely related to magic in the world of Azeroth to feel the magic fluctuations in the Black Swamp.

The Blue Dragon Legion, Dalaran mages, and even the Loa gods enshrined in Stranglethorn Vale all felt the fluctuations of magic. Although many people did not know where the fluctuations of magic came from, not everyone knew it.

"Hey, who are you?" In Grand Village, which will be Night Town in the future, Morgan Keller, the guard responsible for protecting the village's security, stopped two mysterious and sneaky pedestrians.

"Are you calling me?" The man was a little surprised, as if he didn't understand why he was stopped.

"That's right, who else could it be if it wasn't you?" Morgan frowned and pulled out the sword from his waist, his face full of caution.

"He thinks you are a bad guy." On the side, his companion laughed playfully, but Morgan was equally wary.

"We are mages from Stormwind City." The man opened his mouth, muttered a few words, and made a gesture. A small flame floated in his hand. Nothing can better prove his identity as a mage than a spell.

"Mage!" Morgan immediately retracted the sword, a little frightened, "Sorry sir, I don't know, recently the trolls are always..."

"I understand, this is your responsibility."

Fortunately, the mage didn't give him any trouble, but he was very interested in the trolls Morgan mentioned.

"You mean there are trolls here again?" The mage introduced himself, "My name is Lar, and he is Hazen. We were ordered to go to the Black Swamp to detect magic fluctuations."

Morgan didn't know what magic wave was, but he was familiar with the Black Swamp. It was a sparsely populated bad place and the border of the kingdom. Immigrants from the Kingdom of Stormwind would rather go to Stranglethorn Vale to grab the troll's territory than settle there.

"Yes, Lord Lal, you also know that these trolls have been dishonest since the time of the old king. They have often sneaked into towns and killed people."

Morgan had anger on his face, "A few days ago, five trolls attacked at night, and blacksmith Rory was tortured to death by them."

"What a pity." Lal echoed a few words, but he did not forget his responsibilities. "Then do you think the strange movements in the Black Swamp are trolls?"

This is what he asked Hassan.

Hassen waved his hand, "How is it possible? Trolls also have that kind of magic power?"

Lal nodded. Like other humans, they have a natural arrogance towards trolls. Not to mention the period of the Arathor Empire, let’s just say that now, the Kingdom of Lordaeron in the north has almost killed the trolls in its territory, and the trolls in the south have been killed. They also continue to encroach on the troll territory of Stranglethorn Vale.

ps: The Trolls of Lordaeron are on the verge of extinction from The Last Guardian.

Lar turned to Morgan and said, "We need you to do us a small favor. We need a guide to guide us to the Black Marsh."

He took out a few silver coins and said, "This is your reward. The guide's money will be given to him later."

Morgan took the silver coin and was shocked by the generosity of the mage in the city. "Sir, I used to be a hunter in the village and followed my father to the black swamp. I dare say that no one in the village is more familiar with the black swamp than me."

"Okay." Lar took out a few more silver coins and handed them to Morgan, "What about your responsibilities?"

"I can find someone to do it for me." Morgan made a plan. With these few silver coins, whatever he saved this month, no, he could spend it next month.

"Then go quickly."

"Okay sir, I'll be there shortly."

………………

After walking for an unknown number of days, Morgan led them through the headwind path, pointed to the swamp in front of them and said: "We are here, this is the black swamp."

Hassen breathed out. It was the first time since he became a mage that he had walked such a long way.

"We should just rent a gryphon," he complained.

However, it attracted a warning look from Lal. Lal took it out from his pocket and found that there was no copper plate. "Then I'll trouble you to lead the way. The next mission is suspected of being a kingdom secret..."

"I understand, I understand." Morgan knew that what happened next was not something that a villager like him should know. He smiled and planned to return along the original road.

Seeing Morgan's figure moving away, Hassen breathed a sigh of relief. He said to Lal: "Are you sure there will be an artifact here?"

"How do I know?" Lal rolled his eyes at him, "I can only be sure that the magic fluctuations come from here. Maybe there is an artifact appearing here."

"Tsk." Hazen urged him, "Then let's leave quickly. I'm ready to teleport away with the hearthstone at any time."

ps: There is a Hearthstone teleportation setting in the original novel.

The two gradually went deeper until they found a military camp on a hill. In this swamp, the camp was particularly eye-catching.

Even from this distance, they could hear the clanking of armor and the noise in an unintelligible language in the camp.

"Damn it, we won't be overtaken by others, right?" Hasen was a little anxious. They spent so long running here, only to be overtaken by others?

"What can you do even if you are preempted?" Lal pointed to the camp and said: "Such a large military camp, I am afraid it is not the private soldiers of the nobles of the royal city, how can you still snatch the treasure from them?"

Hassen was discouraged upon hearing this. He muttered, "Greedy jackals, all good things belong to them."

"Okay, stop complaining." Lal glanced around, "Let's leave quickly before no one notices us. If we stay here, we're not sure what will happen."

Hassen also felt that what he said made sense. He slowly backed away, only to find a sheathed blade pressed against his waist.

Do not move.

The man didn't speak, but he could feel what he meant.

"Hurry up, you're dragging your feet..." He turned around and found a monster behind his companion.

It was a woman, wearing black trousers and a loose black silk top. Her exposed skin was as brown as her face. Her sharp ears made her look like one of those mysterious elves from the northern kingdom.

"But I bet she's not an elf." Lal murmured to himself. If an elf looked like this, someone would tell him.

He didn't know it was an orc, but out of instinct, he immediately raised his hand, chanted a spell, and tried to summon a fireball to attack the enemy in front of him.

But he had no chance to perform this magic. When he just opened his mouth to recite the spell, the female orc quickly knocked Hassan unconscious and disappeared. When she reappeared, her thighs were raised to the height of her chest, and her knees swept across Lal's raised arms, forcibly interrupting her. With the action of casting a spell, and then with a hand knife, Lar's body staggered and fell to the ground.

"Completed." Garona smiled. Ever since the tribe's vanguard came to this world, she had been ordered by the war chief to explore information about the aboriginal people of this world. According to the war chief's words: This is It’s about whether we visit them as warm and polite guests or as ruthless conquerors.

However, she had never found any indigenous people in this area. It was only now that she was a little disappointed and was about to return to the camp when she found two sneaky indigenous people.