World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

This is Nagrand, a large plain covered with yellow and green grass. This land is lush and vibrant. It is no exaggeration to describe it as picturesque, and such fertile soil brings various The population of this type of creature is prosperous.

Whether it's Thunder Elephants, Tabu Sheep or Wind Rocs, or wolves or Sabertooth Khajiits, they have thrived here for centuries.

Grommashr.

This city in Nagrand named after Chief Grommash is the base camp of the Hellscream family that rules the entire Warsong clan. After the early morning sunshine disperses the gray fog, this orc nomadic city reveals a different look. of beauty.

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

"Go on, kid, and wield your weapon like a true orc warrior!"

Not far in front of him, a slightly green brown-skinned orc was already sweating profusely. He was not a warrior, he was just a child, but in the orc clan, even a child needs to go through some battles. training, he just happened to have a strict adoptive father.

Nergo felt sweat dripping down his forehead while swinging the heavy axe. He kept repeating this action. In the words of his adoptive father, sweating is better than bleeding.

It's strange that even though they are two worlds apart, his adoptive father's words reminded him of a sentence from his previous life.

Of course, since we are talking about the past life, the identity of this orc can be easily revealed.

He is a time traveler, a time traveler who has no system and is not a killer, a soldier, or a cultivator.

In this per capita system, he can be called a Renaissance among a series of time traveler templates such as sign-ins, templates, diaries, etc.

As for the time-travel experience, it wasn't that bizarre. There was no dump truck or being struck by lightning. It just happened in the blink of an eye, so carelessly.

He didn't even know why he traveled through time. Such a simple method sounded outrageous to him, even more outrageous than fighting a gangster and becoming a super soldier.

And even though he had traveled through time for a long time, Nergo still complained: "The time we traveled through was Draenor before the Dark Portal opened. That version was really moving."

Isn't it just earth-shattering? In his previous life, not to mention Draenor, even the Burning Legion was packed up and sent away. At this time, he suddenly traveled to the timeline of Warcraft and faced the threat of the Burning Legion. It was sighing.

"Okay! Stop!" His adoptive father said loudly. He stood up and came to Nergo with a smile, "Take a rest."

Nergo immediately put the ax aside and found a relatively clean place to sit down.

"As expected of blue eyes." His adoptive father sighed, and the remaining single eye was full of complexity.

His eyes are very charming. Sky-blue eyes are quite rare among orcs. They are considered to be the eye color of orcs who do great things.

Such as Thrall in the future.

"Father, can you tell me another story about you and the ogre?" Nergo asked.

His adoptive father, named Ruzo, was an orc warrior, but he was just a warrior. Like other orcs, he was relatively healthy when he was born. When he grew up, he was trained by his father and participated in the Kershhag Festival twice a year. , looks ordinary, has average martial arts skills, has neither done any earth-shattering deeds, nor has he had any unforgettable merits.

He is just an ordinary orc, an orc who would be thrown into the crowd and no one would care about him. His back is a little curved, which shows that he is no longer young. He often talks about ogres, which is why he is above. The only story that can be told about a great war.

Nergo liked to ask him about his performance in that battle, and Ruzo was also happy to tell him about his heroic performance. He liked to tell that story to others, but no one wanted to listen to an old one-eyed braggadocio. They worship heroes even more, just like Grommash in that battle, who killed the ogre king alone and brought his head back to the clan.

This kind of legendary heroic story is much better than a one-eyed man saying that he tried his best to kill an ogre in the war.

Ruzo smiled slowly, with a hint of pride and bitterness on his face. He was proud because he killed an ogre that was several times bigger than him in that battle. Although he lost an eyeball, It also represents his honor.

And bitter? His wife died. Many people lost their loved ones in that war, and he was no exception. After all, even the chief's wife died there, right?

Ruzo told the story again. Grommash led them across the grasslands, invincible, until Highmaul began to counterattack. One ambush, two ambush, two consecutive defeats caused heavy losses to the clan.

He left behind an eye and a lover, in exchange for an ogre's head and an adopted son.

He picked up a baby beside a creek. The baby had sky-blue eyes. He liked it very much. He adopted him and hoped that he could do things he couldn't do.

Let the ogre kneel before the orcs and become a hero among the orcs! He can't do it, but Nergo is different. He has blue eyes and he has this talent.

Ruzo is very strict. In normal times, he always takes his free time to train Nergo on how to hunt and how to plunder ogres most efficiently.

Or tell him how to survive on the battlefield to ensure that he will not die from unknown spells.

Ruzo's story is very short. His story only lasts about ten minutes. This is the result of his continuous addition and modification of new plots related to Nergo over the years.

His story is also very long. When he was about to come of age, Ruzo went to the battlefield again, although he never came back, and Nergo never heard the end of his story.

Nergo sat on the mountain near Gromashr and looked at the grassland outside the city gate. His mind seemed to have returned to that morning, the morning when he was entangled in his father telling stories.

"You are a hero." Nergo whispered to himself. He already knew how his father died. According to the description of his companions, Ruzo killed an ogre before he died. This made other orcs Watch with admiration.

Nergo is sad, but also proud. Over the years, he has been no different from other orcs, and he treats death the same way.

Soldiers, dying in battle is their fate and their honor.

Suddenly, Nergo heard footsteps behind him.

The next moment, an orc child like him broke into the silence.

"Hello, my name is Tazage." Perhaps because he didn't expect there to be an orc here, Tazage was in a daze, and he nervously said his name.

"Hello, my name is Nergo." Under the moonlight, two little orcs sat on the top of the mountain and looked up at the stars in the sky.