World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

You may think these chapters of Highmaul are very confusing, but I have to explain that this is a big boss-level raid after all, so I want to write it in more detail, such as the orcs' gambling on the fate of the country when they face the war, and the ogres' Struggle for power and gain

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Broken stars, cracked earth, and metal collisions.

The flesh of the warriors turned to dust, and the bones of the wargs rotted and stank.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment around him, he touched his face and said, "That's not right!"

He immediately stood up and looked around, a simple tent, a somewhat dirty animal skin, and a world like an abyss.

"You let me down." He saw the figure of his adoptive father Ruzo appear.

Ruzo walked up to him, his voice became sharp and harsh, "You said you would lead the orcs to victory one after another, but what about now?"

"Even children were recruited into the army, but we were defeated at Highmaul." He said with disgust: "Shaman? A liar who exaggerates!"

"You are not worthy to be the king of the orcs! You are not worthy to lead us either!"

Orcs appeared one after another. Some of them were blind, some had broken hands, and some had scars on their faces, but they all had one thing in common. These orcs were all Warsong orcs, and they were all orcs he knew.

They walked toward an abyss. In front of the abyss, a mysterious man wearing a hood handed them gifts one after another.

But there are exceptions. There is an orc, a child. He is very young but has scars on his face that should not appear. He stood in front of Nergo and asked: "Will we win?"

Nergo wanted to say yes, but looking around, he couldn't say it.

"I understand." He followed the others, ready to accept the gift that brought victory.

"No!!!" After waking up from the nightmare, his breathing seemed so heavy in the silent room.

With his eyes wide open, Nergo realized that he had had another nightmare. Unlike the dreams of other shamans, there was no hope or truth in his dream, and his dreams had painful endings.

Sometimes, he would dream about the battle under Shattrath a few years later. Although he never saw the orcs and draenei fighting each other, in the dream he clearly watched the orcs uncovering hidden objects in the streets. Delaney.

Sometimes, he would also dream about the present, when the orcs were defeated in Highmaul, and the ogres violently hunted down every orc, leaving the Warsong clan in dire straits.

Delaney has already joined the tribe, and the ogres will not win. Drinking the demon blood is even more of a false illusion. Dreams are all reversed and fake.

Nergo told himself this as he got up from the simple bed.

He never had dreams, let alone nightmares, in his previous life or in this life.

During these years of being an orc, Nergo only knew that it would be dawn when he closed his eyes and opened them again. But now nightmares are appearing more and more frequently.

But he couldn't let anyone see the nightmare he was suffering and the uneasiness hidden in his heart.

"Orcs never fail." He repeated the words, over and over, until he finally bellowed them out.

He finally felt a little better.

He walked out of the tent. At this moment, dawn was approaching, and the orcs were gradually getting up. His roar just now did not disturb anyone's sleep. Some people even shouted "For the chief!" like him after hearing it.

He left his tent and patrolled the orc camp.

The armory, the blacksmith shop, the animal stables... When Nergo's footsteps had almost visited the entire camp, not only the ordinary orcs, but also the child soldiers woke up.

Looking at these child soldiers, he felt a little guilty. He thought this was the cause of his painful nightmare. He took these underage children into the battlefield. If it was really the same as in the dream, he would be ruined. The future sinner of the Warsong clan.

"Hail to the King!"

"King Nergo!"

"Nice to meet you."

Surprisingly, they had no resentment or hatred towards him. They and their relatives were all looking at him with admiration.

Nelgosh looked at the children who were talking. They stared at him with wide eyes and circled around him. Although they were still sucking their fingers, they were already wearing small armor.

This made them look a little funny. No, the funniest one should be him. He stretched out his hand and put the masks on these children. With these ferocious masks, these children no longer looked harmless, but more like Be a true nomadic soldier.

Nergo's eyes briefly met the orc next to him, "Are you their father?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The older orc nodded and said to him excitedly: "My wife gave birth to four children for me. I am very happy that these boys can take up arms..."

He was a bit chatty, he talked a lot, and introduced several of his children to Nergo. Normally, Nergo would have nodded perfunctorily. He was very busy and had no time to pay attention to these little guys.

But now, not only did he remember every word carefully, he also said something from time to time.

This flattered the warrior.

"Do you blame me?" Nergo asked, "Do you resent me for sending your child to the battlefield?"

"Don't worry, you can say it boldly and I can understand it. After all, if I were you I would be sharpening my ax at home."

Nergo understood very well that it was necessary to save others by oneself. When his children who had just grown up or even before they reached adulthood were taken to the battlefield, it would be like the stone man opening his eyes again and the fox spitting out human words.

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"Will we win?" Before the soldier could speak, his child wearing an iron mask asked him in a childish voice.

"Will we win?"

Nergo thought of that nightmare, and a trace of sweat began to appear on his body. Was that a prophecy? Impossible. What sign is this? Does it imply that I will fail?

"Will we win?" he asked again.

"Yes, I will lead you to victory one after another." Nergo stared at him, thinking to himself: "Whether that is my destined destiny or not."

The child seemed very happy. He said to his father: "The king said we will win, then we will definitely win!"

His father also smiled and said to his children: "When you grow up, your sons and the brothers in your mother's arms will be proud of us. We are the conquerors of Highmaul. They I will regret not having time to participate in this war."

can you? Most definitely.

This battle will be remembered by all as the battle that marked the beginning of Orc rule over the land.

Nergo left space for this family. He didn't know whether he was right or wrong, but he thought he should do something. His feet took him to a tent where soldiers were treated. Wounded soldiers were treated here by doctors and chaplains.

Nergo walked into a tent and saw that the orc on the bed was discussing the meaning of this war with the priest who was treating him. He didn't know what to do. He went in to brainwash them and promoted the justice and justice of this war. necessity? Or avoid it silently?

Finally, he opened the tent, came to the Delaney pastor, and said softly: "Is there anything I can do to help?"