World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

"From today on, this long war will finally come to an end." Even Nergo couldn't help but feel a little excited. His father's death and the blood of his people would all come to an end starting today.

Ogres must kneel!

Sitting on the black war wolf, Nergo drove it towards the location of the frontline camp.

Outside the camp, the soldiers who had been waiting for a long time saw his army and hurriedly lined up to greet him.

"Salute to you, my lord!"

I don’t know who was the first to say this. The orcs responded one after another, and Nergo also nodded to them.

Nergo looked at the camp named Mogaol. No, this should be regarded as a fortress, and the hard workers were still strengthening it. He really didn't know what kind of magnificent building would eventually appear here.

But we probably won’t see the day when he is completely repaired, because before then the decisive battle will inevitably begin.

This is just a temporary camp.

Nergo did not stop to admire the orcs' hands-on ability. He walked straight forward and looked at the other buildings inside.

Barracks, warehouses, stables and blacksmith shops.

Countless weapons were carried out by hard workers and placed in warehouses or training grounds. Draenei technicians were also guiding the orcs to build large weapons such as trebuchets.

Looking at the flags in the camp again, Nergo suddenly remembered what Grommash had said to him before.

"We will form an army of 20,000 people."

Well, looking at this situation, he might believe it even if it is said to be fifty thousand.

"Did the chief say where we will be stationed?" Nergo asked Sylvanas. He had to say that after having her, he did have a lot less things to do.

Sylvanas handed him a scroll, "Hellscream asked you to station yourself in the open space to the east."

"Well, that's right there." Sylvanas directed her officers to set up tents there, and they had more important things to do.

Boom, boom, boom.

The orc war drums sounded, and Nergo walked towards the largest tent with some excitement.

Who wouldn't be excited? The ancient hatred will finally end here.

Sylvanas understood his feelings. Although she didn't have any deep hatred for the ogres, she felt that if she had participated in the siege of Zul'Aman when she was still a ranger general, she would have seen the Amani trolls and those ugly monsters die. . I'm afraid I will be so excited, right?

"Did you know?" Nergo said to her: "When my father was alive, he thought that one day the orcs would conquer the ogres."

"Understood." Sylvanas shrugged, "My mother has similar thoughts."

"It's a pity that the ogre is about to lose, but he can't see it." Nergo shook his head, "But I will help him witness it all."

In the big tent, Hellscream nodded to him, "Okay, everyone is here."

Nergo looked around.

The paladin sent by the draenei, oh yes, he should be called the Vindicator.

Lantrisso of the Burning Blade Clan also had two sword masters standing behind him.

As well as himself and Sylvanas.

"Hello." The Draenei were very friendly, and Nelgo greeted the beautiful lady of unknown race next to him, "May the Holy Light bless you."

"It would be really bad if the Holy Light protected me." Sylvanas thought to herself. This Draenei made her feel like she had met a human priest and a Paladin of the Silver Hand.

"The same goes for you, the ancestors will bless you." Nergo responded, "May I ask what your name is?"

"Maraad." Maraad's mouth curved, "The prophet sent me to assist you."

"Maraad." Nergo recited the name a few times in his mind, seeming to have some impression.

Looking at the crystal-like war hammer in his hand again, he remembered.

This is also an NPC that plays a lot of roles in the plot, and in a sense, he is also the orc's mortal enemy.

But now that he is on their side, things are really unpredictable.

"I've heard of you." Nergo asked: "But I remember you should be in Shadowmoon Valley, Iroh..."

"Elodor." Maraad explained: "Although I often live there, there are exceptions to everything, right?"

"That's true." Nergo nodded.

"Okay everyone." Grommash stood up with his somewhat thin body. He looked at them and said, "After this war, we have plenty of time to chat."

His chest rose and fell with great excitement, "I am going to besiege their city in three days. How are your soldiers prepared?"

"Your soldiers are ready." Lantrisso said truthfully. It was obvious that he had regarded himself as a member of the tribe that Grommash was about to establish. He was the king and he was a minister.

"Whenever war begins, the Juggernauts quickly kill their threatening mages."

"Very good." Grommash asked Maraad again, "Malad, Maraad."

It's such a convoluted name. After Grommash struggled to say his name in the strange Draenei language, Maraad said softly: "Orc language is fine, I can understand it."

His orc language made Grommash grin. Since he had said that, he didn't have to torture himself by speaking their language. He said, "Is there any problem with weapons?"

Most of the draenei sent were technicians and priests, and since they were few in number, Grommash naturally did not intend to send them to the front line. They only needed to be responsible for logistics.

"No problem." Maraad shook his head. It was just as he wanted without going to the battlefield. The Draenei were somewhat averse to war, so it was a good thing for them not to go to the battlefield.

As for Nergo, there is no problem. The cattle and horses under him are, ah, they are elite soldiers of mules and horses, but they are already ready.

…………

The orcs' intentions were not concealed. When the orcs began to establish a camp not long before Highmaul, it could be said that the entire Highmaul already knew that they were coming.

At that point, the battle had begun.

The ogre mages and the orc shamans started a fierce battle back and forth.

Today you control landslides to smash my camp, and tomorrow I use thunder and lightning to blow up your walls.

In the shadow of the war, many strong Gorians have been recruited into the army by their ruler Margok. Even the untouchables are no exception. Although the King of Witchcraft also looks down on them, after all, it will be time for them to bleed. .

For the first time, the King of Sorcery left the throne of the Head of State, the outline of the magnificent terrace on the top of Highmaul. He came to the place where the untouchables lived, and watched the untouchables around him show off his eloquence.

"My compatriots..." Margok smiled warmly and sincerely, telling the Gorians he looked down upon about the glory of Goria and the glory of Highmaul, and hoped that they would actively join the army. Contribute all your worth to the glory of Highmaul.