World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

When the dazzling lightning destroyed the ogre's mage, the ogre's military morale completely collapsed. The ogre ignored the infantry who could not break through the front line, the constantly charging cavalry, and the thunder that destroyed the world. For their own glory and the outcome of the war, they all tried their best to escape.

Watching the ogres escaping one by one, the orcs also followed the officer's instructions to chase the remaining soldiers. In the big pit that no one dared to approach, Nelgo sat slumped on the ground, panting slightly and watching with a smile. The surrounding terrain was changed by his attacks.

The originally flat grassland was blasted out with a large rift like a throat of blade teeth. The elemental power left by the lightning made the wind element in the surrounding air extremely abundant.

From time to time there are the roaring sounds of thunder and explosions, and the faint sound of the earth groaning.

"Don't be in a hurry to rest yet." The footsteps got closer and closer, and Sylvanas's voice became clearer and clearer.

"Ha, how was my performance today?" Nergo's mouth curved at Sylvanas, "Did I win the championship among the three armies?"

If you don't fight first, how can you change your destiny against heaven?

"You performed very well." She said with a bit of venom, "As if you can't wait to make me a widow."

Nergo: "..."

He was a little embarrassed. After all, he was indeed a little reckless. He turned to Sylvanas and asked, "What is that in your hand?"

Sylvanas raised her left hand, "Is this it? The heads of those ogre commanders."

"What's the use of this thing?" Nergo said with a look of disgust, "It's useless to be able to fight like this."

He said: "Tell the soldiers to come back. Stop pursuing them. Take them to rest for a while and then march towards the Ring of Trials."

"If my guess is correct, the ogre should have given up on the trial ring by now."

"What about you?" Sylvanas asked.

"Me? I have more important things to leave for a few days." Nergo said: "I want to go to the Throne of Elements to perfect my spells."

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"It makes me happy to see the clarity of Tiange Lake again." A wind roc landed on the throne of elements, "Are you okay? Mentor."

Garlock sensed Nergo's arrival early, but he did not expect that Nergo would have such an image, which was completely different from his past appearance.

Looking at Nergo in human form, Garlock took a breath and said, "How many people have you killed?" With his eyesight, he could naturally see that the blood on Nergo's body came from ogres. , but exactly like this, how many people have paid their lives for these blood clots that have solidified?

"I just participated in a battle, teacher." Nergo said softly: "If nothing else happens, everything east of Highmaul belongs to my clan!"

This is natural. The Ring of Trial is gone, the Throat of Blades has become Grobler Castle, and Grommash is also raiding their strongholds in other places. In this situation, Nergo can't think of an ogre. How to defend their territory without starting a war? I'm afraid even the excavation team of the rock wall canyon will have to be recalled.

What about digging up Titan artifacts? Where is my territory?

Garlock praised happily: "Well done, but I don't think you came here just to report your victory."

"You're right." Nergo was of course ignoring the Three Treasures Palace. He asked Garlock, "Is the Wrath of the Elements here? I came to ask Karadios to infuse me with the power of the storm so that I can perfect one of my Spells.”

"Let Him instill power into you?" Garlock's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "What spell requires such dangerous power?"

It is indeed very dangerous. Elemental power has always been known for its violence. Injecting this dangerous power, or the power of elemental fury, into the body is a very... courageous act.

Thanks to the elements in Draenor being relatively peaceful, if we switch to Azeroth, you said you would inject the power of the elemental lords.

Even the most incompetent Austrian trash (Al'Akir) will only end up being destroyed by the elemental lord, just like the fate of that ancient craftsman.

"In that book of yours."

"I saw the theory about elementalization there, and I perfected it. At the same time, in the previous battle, I successfully released him."

Nergo smiled, "I succeeded, and now I am here for greater power."

"You actually confirmed this conjecture?" he asked in surprise.

This theory of elementalization was only considered fanciful even by the person who proposed it, but now it has become a reality.

"No." Garlock began to pace, "Listen to me, kid, at least not now."

"It must be done." Nergo's chest heaved violently, and he confessed, "My body has already ascended once, but this spell is not perfect yet. If it is not completely transformed into an ascended person, my body will be very weak. It may disintegrate into dust.”

"You..." Garlock wanted to say something but closed his mouth. What is useful? Things have happened, and what he should do most as a mentor is to make amends first, rather than reprimand.

He frowned and said: "According to what you want, you must ascend, but the power between ordinary wind elements and elemental wrath is very different. If we don't prepare something for you, in your current situation Then it’s hard for you to hold on.”

"Go boldly! I believe I can hold on." Nergo said impatiently.

"You believe in a hammer." Garlock immediately reprimanded: "I understand your pursuit of power, but this matter is too dangerous. At least you should inform me in advance instead of being so reckless as now."

Garlock stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, then said, "Let's take a rest at the Throne of Elements for a few days, and I'll come up with some ideas for you."

"Yes." Nergo nodded, indicating that it was okay.

He was reckless, but not stupid. Since Garlock seemed to have a safer way, why should he be anxious?

But this wait lasted for five days and nights. Every day, he could feel that a small part of his body was being eroded by the wind element. When Nergo made up his mind to go to Garlock to explain the situation, Garlock finally found him again. Got him.

He now finally understood why someone had come to measure his body before, and why he had waited so many days.

"What you need is an illusion trial." Garlock rubbed his shoulders, "This is the method I thought of to allow you to accept the power of the elements without being driven crazy by this destructive power. He can stabilize In your heart, make your soul power stronger, which will ensure that you can better control the power of the elements during your ascension instead of falling into it."

Garlock took Nergo out of the door. Six orc shamans had been waiting for a long time. These people held various things in their hands. One was holding a robe, another was carrying herbs, and one was playing drums. One person is responsible for praying, and the other two are responsible for taking care of his body to prevent him from falling into illusion.

Nergo looked at these shamans at a loss. They were too enthusiastic, and Nergo could not bear their enthusiasm.

"Relax." Garlock looked at him with a smile and said, "Not every shaman can enjoy the Illusion Trial. You may even only be able to experience it once in your life."

"They are so enthusiastic, I feel like I am a fragile glass doll." Nergo muttered.

Finally, it was evening. This was the best time to perform the ritual as Garlock said. Maybe the moon could bring him some magical power in the evening? No matter what, tradition is like this, and the laws of the ancestors cannot be abolished.

The torches were lit, and an orc shaman said to him: "Brother Nergo, please take off your armor."

"I understand," Nergo said. He took off the traumatized armor in front of these shamans and put on a simple, almost colorless robe.

"This is our new life. In this trial we will bid farewell to the past and welcome the future."

Nergo even saw a trace of piety on the shaman's face.

Nergo wanted to retort, but he kept his mouth shut. "I should be more polite." He thought to himself.

"During the ceremony, you need to prepare a string of rosary beads to maintain sanity." He raised his hand, wanting to take off the rosary beads around his neck and hand them to him.

But Nergo immediately took out a string of rosary beads from the package, "The teacher told me that I am ready."

This rosary surprised these shamans. These pale white beads were actually made of the bones of an ogre.

As a war-song orc, it makes sense for him to wear a rosary made of ogre bones around his neck, right?

Nergo asked: "Is it okay?"

The shamans looked at each other for a moment and nodded, "Of course, we will add magic to it next. Remember to stay awake during the illusion."

"Everything is false, don't indulge in it, and don't go astray."

Nergo hung the rosary beads around his neck and flicked them gently with his fingers. "Stay sane?" he murmured to himself.

"Next is oil paint." After they said that, they dipped their fingers into some oil paint from the small oil paint jar on the ground and began to smear it on his face. It felt amazing. Nergo could feel the cold oil paint swimming on his face. Walk.

"The blue oil paint matches you very well." He said with a smile, "How about changing to white paint next?"

"It's pretty good." Nergo didn't care what color they painted on his face, even if they put a feather in his long hair to make him look like a Native American.

"What do you think?" The shaman took out a small mirror, "Don't be so serious, just relax."

"I feel pretty good." Nergo looked at himself inside, looking like a savage, with a slight smile on his face. It was probably a problem with his appearance. The smears of oil paint on his face made him look like someone from the story of his previous life. Like those cannibals.

"As long as it's good." The shamans took him to the small island in the center of Tiange Lake. The four elemental wraths were all here, and they were looking at him.

The same goes for the shamans, and many apprentices are also watching around, as if the Throne of Elements is resting today and everyone is waiting to see him.

As they watched, Nergo drank the bottle of special potion and lay on the soft animal skin. He felt dizzy for a while, and his soul had left his body.

The trial begins.