World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

"The stone will smash his little head." The ogre magician looked back and laughed.

At the same time, he did not forget about business and desperately urged the wild boar under him to move forward quickly.

It is not unreasonable to say why this ogre kept a wild boar in captivity as a mount.

With the ogre's physique, other creatures may not be able to withstand their fat body.

If it were the orc wolf, he would have collapsed to the ground and could not get up again, but if it were these wild boars, he would still be full of energy and energy.

"boom!!!"

A bolt of extremely fast flying lightning quickly shattered the rocks summoned by the ogre magician. At the same time, these rocks turned into smaller pieces of gravel that crackled downwards.

Nergo used the force of the wind to roll aside the obstructing rocks. He spat, and then yelled, "Are you still going to run away?"

"Look at your army? They are finished! Your warriors are dead too! They are all waiting for you, the leader, to meet them."

"Are you worthy to be called a descendant of the rock?"

This somewhat mocking tone made the ogre magician tremble slightly, and his expression became a little dazed. He seemed to have seen the miserable state of the ogre.

Just as he thought, the orcs roared excitedly at this time, killing people and setting fires, destroying everything that could not be taken away, and taking away all usable items.

Although there are many precious good things in the camp, the Warsong Orcs don't care about these. All they have to do is kill people, kill all enemies, kill until there is no one alive, and kill until Hellscream calls to stop.

But will Grommash really call it quits? No, he won't. The Warsong clan has always had a tradition of taking no prisoners when dealing with ogres.

"Kill them until none of them are spared!" Grommash's voice was so loud that Nelgo heard his signature roar.

The ogre magician was a little confused, and he was already ready to kill. Nergo, who was as ferocious as a wolf, would not let go of this good opportunity.

Wild wolf soul.

"Ouch."

In the wolf howl, two ghost wolves quickly pounced on the ogre magician.

From the appearance point of view, these ghost wolves are larger than the war wolves ridden by the Warsong orcs. At the same time, because they are magical creatures summoned by communicating souls, some ordinary physical attacks are not very effective against them.

But after all, he was a mage. The ogre mage clenched his fist and waved his staff at the same time. The originally flat ground turned into a swamp, and the two ghost wolves were also trapped in it, unable to move.

Seeing their funny looks, the ogre's head also showed a smile, "I'm just saying it's not that simple, little orc."

"Can't rock? Then look at the flames!" The ogre magician was not like that just now. He released it in a hurry. After regaining his confidence a little, he flicked his staff and released a terrifying flame.

As one of the four basic elements, Nergo naturally understands the damage ability of fire spells.

You must know that more than 2,000 years ago in the world of Azeroth next door, the troll army of the Amani Empire was defeated by the magic spells released by the magicians.

As a mage of the ogres, even if his courage is a little pitiful and he is not qualified as a commander, his strength as a mage cannot be underestimated.

The ogre's fire spells turned the entire clearing into a fiery inferno. Nergo was unable to dodge and let out a howl of pain. The originally strong armor clung to his body like a barbecue, and the armor became a prison.

The grass was burned and the entire ground was engulfed in flames. The two ghost wolves had long since dissipated, and suddenly, another huge rock hit him while he was still in the sea of ​​fire.

"Landslide!"

the ogre mage screamed.

The rocks on the ground, the gravel, and the earth elements in the air turned into a boulder and rolled into the sea of ​​fire. The boulder mixed with flames rolled rapidly towards Nergo.

"This little thing is probably dead." Although the ogre magician's words contained the meaning of questioning, he actually had no doubt that he was indeed dead. Question? This is an affirmation!

Like most ogres, orcs worship the elements. It is so normal that weak beings always hope to find something worthy of praise outside themselves.

And their shaman's thunder and lightning are just fake tricks.

The ogre magicians didn't care about their spells because they couldn't touch him.

The ogre magician looked not far away, where the killing continued, and he began to doubt his own actions.

"Why should I run?" he asked.

"It's all because those untouchables are too timid. This little guy is right. I am a descendant of the rock. Besides, those useless shamans and incompetent orcs can't hurt us!" Although he suppressed his sharp sarcasm , but his still somewhat angry tone betrayed his heart.

There must be some more national curses that he has not said, otherwise this tone cannot be explained.

"I have an idea, why don't I try to go back and destroy those orcs?"

"We should have done that a long time ago. They are so small. Even the dead bodies of those untouchables are enough to stop their attack." He seemed to have made up his mind, "If we kill their chief, the disaster of Nagrand will end." The reputation of the leader will allow me to return to Highmaul in glory!"

The ogre was determined, and he once again mounted the wild boar. The difference was that this time he was ready to charge towards the road he came from.

The ogres return to the battlefield!

"Want to run? Where are you going!?"

A gentle breeze floated in the air, and the bloodthirsty orcs emerged from the sea of ​​fire.

There were still balls of flames on his body, and traces of being burned by the flames were all over his body, just like the evil ghost from hell who returned to the world after being tortured.

"You're right, it's not that simple." Nergo waved his fist - even the ax made of black stone was melted by the high temperature in the sea of ​​fire, and he, if it weren't for the weak protective flame effect brought by the fire resistance totem, The life-saving effect of the Black Stone Seal may not be the same as his ax at this time.

"Ouch."

The ghost wolf is activated, and Nergo pounces towards the ogre magician in the form of a wolf, and at the same time returns to his orc form when he is about to touch his face.

Storm strikes.

It was still the same move, a violent attack with the power of wind and thunder attached to the weapon, but this time there was something different. Nergo released it on his fist.

Lightning and wind coiled around his fists.

But the ogre magician did not hide at all, and even laughed. It was not until the attack hit that he smiled and said to Nergo: "Stupid little orc."

The ogre didn't say much, but Nergo understood that this was a spellbreaker.

Spellbreaker, this unit exists in both the ogres of Draenor and the high elves of Azeroth.

But the ogre's spellbreakers are not the spellbreakers of Azeroth. In fact, there is a big gap between the high elves' spellbreakers and the ogres' spellbreakers.

And the ones with such a big gap are almost the same in the sky and on the ground. They are almost all different except for their names.

And the ogres' spellbreakers are the ones in the sky, because their spellbreaker power comes from the artifacts left behind by the Titans.

Compared to high elf spellbreakers who are more inclined to use magical knowledge to counter enemy spells, ogre spellbreakers have stricter physical requirements on them and their effects are more powerful.

After awakening the Titan artifact - the Silence Runestone, the Silence Runestone can inhibit any magic it comes into contact with, including of course the spells used by the shaman. But there is something more important: using its power, the ogres have created the most powerful spellbreakers.

However, this kind of spell-breaker training does not mean that they will be invincible after training. Their spell-breaker training only allows them to be immune to the magic of one school. If they want to be greedy and want them all, the result will almost be death. tragic.

After being selected, these toughest people must be able to withstand the heat waves, the impact of rocks, water deprivation, hunger strikes, and breath-holding. This brutal practice can kill even the sturdiest of ogre warriors in the process.

After all, this is a deprivation of food and drink plus severe punishment, and at the same time, you have to undergo transformation with Titan artifacts. If your physical fitness is even worse, you may not be able to enter the Shadow Realm on the spot.

But even so, he still couldn't resist Golia's enthusiasm for the law breakers.

It's just a dead man, but there is no shortage of brave men in this world. (forced truth)

Under the rule of Margok, the king of witchcraft, the ogre empire issued a law: every twenty Gorians under his rule must choose an ogre to undergo training as a lawbreaker.

And he is obviously a standard ogre spellbreaker, and he is also a "wind slayer" specially trained to be immune to wind element spells.

An ordinary spell caster might be helpless at this time, but the shaman is different.

Most orc shamans are also excellent warriors.

"The second stage has arrived!" Nergo said calmly.

The ogre magician continued to manipulate magic. Fire and rocks, the two magics that most ogres are best at, were constantly released in his hands.

"I don't know why, but every time I fight, I feel like I'm in a desperate situation." Nergo said pretending to be distressed.

If you have a chance in the future, you must stop a bronze dragon and ask him how his life ended.

Another flexible dodge of the attack left Nergo with almost no time to think about solving the current predicament.

Continue to wait for rescue from the same race?

The ogre magician also realized this. He understood that continuing to delay would only make him fall into a more unfavorable situation. He must make a quick decision and kill this little shaman.

He's in a hurry, and it shows in his spellcasting.

Nergo looked at the ogre magician contemptuously, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought to himself: As expected, you will die in my hands today.

Flame storm!

Perhaps because he was agitated by the nimble little orc, the ogre magician released a super wide-range spell, which was AOE.

"Let me see how you hide this time!" The ogre magician concentrated on casting spells and didn't care about Nergo's possible attacks.

Although the distance between them is not far at this time, it is definitely not close either.

If it was a melee attack, he could cancel the spellcasting and distance himself when Nelgora got close.

What if it's a long-range spell?

He is a wind slayer! This only uses one type of spell from beginning to end. What can a shaman who seems to specialize in the wind element do?

Seeing that the ogre magician was still unmoved, Nergo's eyes lit up, what a chance! He quickly ran towards the ogre magician.

At this moment, Flame Storm has cast more than half of its spells.

"Is he going to fight to the death?"

"I don't need to stop casting the spell. This distance is enough for him to die."

The ogre magician didn't even stop his spell-casting action.

Nergo is still trying his best to close the distance between them.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The orc's steps became faster and faster, and his steps became longer and longer.

Finally, the time has come!

The ogre roared: "Fire Wind..."

"Wind shear!" Nergo shouted, and under his command, a wind element messed up the ogre magician's spellcasting, and even the nearby fire elements were scattered by the impact of the wind element.

What?

The ogre magician was stunned. It was obvious that his actual combat experience was not rich, or even lacking.

Although the spellbreaker is immune to spell damage, this wind shear is not a type of damage, but uses the wind element to interfere with his spellcasting and destroy the surrounding elemental environment.

And like this, how can the law breakers resist?

Ghost Wolf.

Nergo, who turned into a ghost wolf, leaped onto the ogre magician and began to bite his flesh. In addition, the four ghost wolves summoned by Nergo also followed suit. A total of five ghost wolves pounced on the ogre magician. Falling to the ground, unable to move.

"Power of stone, help me!" the ogre mage wailed in pain. When the surrounding wind elements had almost dissipated, an earthy yellow light shone on him.

After all, the effect of the wind shear only lasts a moment, and there is no way he can't release the spell forever.

Seeing this, Nergo knew that there was no way to kill the ogre with just the bite of the ghost wolf, and his ghost wolf began to gradually dissipate under the influence of the flames.

"Bite his arm!" Nergo ordered. The two ghost wolves immediately changed their attack targets and chose to bite the arm ordered by their master. The remaining two ghost wolves and Nergo chose to continue to control The ogre magician left him unable to resist.

"ah!"

During the bite, the staff held on the ogre magician's arm fell to the ground.

"Wind Slayer?" A ghost wolf spoke human words. This was Nergo. He turned back into human form and took the staff.

Looking at the ogre magician who still had tenacious vitality, Nergo smiled mockingly. The ogre's skin was too hard, and the ogre magician didn't know what magic he had put in to make his skin harder to chew. Even the ghost wolf couldn't bite open his seemingly fragile neck.

Purification.

Nergo first used the staff to dispel the magic from the ogre magician.

Sure enough, having a staff is really helpful for casting spells.

The moment the magic dissipated, the wolves' sharp teeth bit into his flesh.

"No, no... no." The ogre magician's pupils widened, but what was waiting for him was only the staff he had been with day and night... piercing his throat.

Nergo waved his hand, and the wolves disappeared. He also collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. The battle just now took a lot of effort from him.

Then he looked at the ogre who was still staring and smiled contemptuously, "In the end, I won."

Your head belongs to me.