World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Orcs have invaded.

Almost all the borders of the kingdom were in flames of war.

The tribe's army was like a wave, and the refugees they thought were actually wolves in sheep's clothing.

Walking on the path of Deadwind Trail.

The dull footsteps of the tribal army made this sparsely populated place even more murderous.

They did not carry heavy weapons, and even most of these soldiers were new recruits, but who can say that they can't fight? Each of them was disguised as a businessman or farmer. Several of them were pushing carts with various goods on them, as if they were going to the market.

"Our people have bribed many nobles to allow the tribe to do business in their territory." Nergo was explaining to Sylvanas why he was not afraid of his disguise being seen through.

"He wanted to kill us all at once." Nergo said casually: "The higher-ups have spoken, what else can the soldiers in charge of security say? Of course they are allowed to go."

It's a pity that someone is going to be slaughtered this time, but it's not the tribe.

Looking back towards the direction of the mage tower in Karazhan, Nelgo thought to himself, how did Khadgar and the others kill Medivh?

If they failed to kill him in this timeline because of the tribe, they would have to let him arrange the manpower.

Outside Grand Village.

Militiaman Morgan looked at the hundreds of orcs in the distance and swallowed involuntarily.

Fortunately they are here to do business.

Morgan took courage and prepared to go forward to greet him.

"Hello, I am the militia of Gran Village. The nobles have told you that you can trade goods freely in this territory, but you have to charge..."

"Money is not an issue. Let's go inside first and see what goods are there." Sylvanas said with a smile.

"Ah? Yes, please come in."

Morgan saw such a beautiful woman for the first time. Could she be an elf from the Northern Kingdom?

The orcs walked into the village effortlessly. While the village chief and the servants sent by the nobles were still introducing the goods to them, Nelgo never wanted to see their greedy faces again.

You dare to sell a bucket of milk for one gold coin. Is this the milk of a tauren?

He said meaningfully: "You must have a conscience when doing business."

"Conscience? What are you talking about? Of course I have it." The servant was a little angry, but he still patiently explained: "The prices here are like this, and this milk is not ordinary milk."

"I know." Nergo waved his hand, "This is milk with blood."

"Blood?" He was a little confused, where did the blood come from.

"It's available now." Perhaps seeing his doubts, Nergo explained.

And after he finished speaking, one by one the orcs suddenly burst out. Even if they were bare-handed, they were not something humans could resist. Not to mention that their cars were actually filled with weapons and armors, and they were only covered by some sundries and some magic props. Just cover it up.

Humans did not expect that the tribe would turn against them in an instant. Militiaman Morgan saw with his own eyes the people he knew well in daily life fell into a pool of blood. His legs were shaking a little.

"Are you scared?"

It was the woman's voice. He looked back and saw that the woman was behind him. He was pointing his sword at her tremblingly.

She didn't say anything, but soon, he felt a stabbing pain in his abdomen. What was that? Oh, it turned out to be his blood.

The village of Gran was lost, and many people, including the village chief, died. The remaining villagers also chose to surrender under the tribe's slogan of surrendering to avoid death, and this situation did not only occur in the village of Gran.

The southern part of the Redridge Mountains, the Sunshine Forest...the territories belonging to the Kingdom of Stormwind were captured by the tribes. Most of these orcs pretended to be merchants to deceive the local nobles and defenders, and then suddenly rose up after sneaking into the interior.

And this method has been tried and tested repeatedly. The reason is that most nobles have accepted bribes from orcs to allow them to do business.

Is this a sneak attack? Of course, what else? Is it possible to send a letter of challenge to Stormwind City and call for a 321 group start?

Pull him down, then why has he been grinding away for so long? Wouldn't it be better to just do an A?

The tribe is making rapid progress, but Stormwind City is still having a meeting...

Young Khadgar, who was Medivh's apprentice, had just attended the king's meeting.

Just now, in front of the king and his courtiers and advisors, Khadgar recounted all the information he had learned.

"The orcs are not that simple, they are probably not refugees!" Khadgar said: "Medivh opened the portal and summoned these orcs from another world. He also murdered the kingdom's mages Hagra and Hagarin. Medivh wanted to be the king of the orcs, so they attacked Stormwind City..."

But before he finished speaking, King Ryan refuted him: "Is Medivh crazy? I don't know how many times I have heard this news, but it turns out that this is just his plan. He doesn't like to talk to the outside world. I understand that you all thought he was a madman when he revealed his plan, but you want to say that he brought orcs into this world to attack the kingdom? Why did he do this? "

The king muttered that even if Khadgar told Medivh's abnormal behavior, the vision he saw in Karazhan, and the information revealed by Lady Aegwynn and Medivh during the battle, he still could not change the king's mind.

There is no doubt that Ryan trusts Medivh. In his eyes, as long as Medivh is there, Stormwind City will remain standing even if it encounters the toughest enemy. And now he actually says that Medivh is the mastermind behind it?

How could he believe this?

"Okay, Your Majesty." Card took a deep breath and said, "I understand that you don't want to believe me, but at least you must be wary of the orcs and be prepared that the astral mage Medivh will not join the battle. "

Thanks to Khadgar, he is still a warm-hearted young man. If it were anyone else, he would have run back to Dalaran overnight, or something like Stormwind City, and it would be hard to persuade him with good words.

"They can't even get close to the city wall." This was the king's answer, and the nobles also nodded.

From the perspective of humans, these orcs are no different from trolls. They lack armor, carry rough axes, and some even use stones as weapons.

This kind of enemy would most likely be killed or injured by bows and arrows before they even reached the city wall.

"King, I don't think you take the orcs seriously at all." Khadgar said with a serious expression, "According to them, their battle destroyed the world. What kind of battle can destroy the world? Can it do this? Do you believe this race is still using stones as weapons, and they don’t even have much armor?”

Ryan touched his chin and had to say that what he said did make sense.

"But I also have faith in the power of Stormwind. Every aspect of it, from her walls to her armies to her allies and her heart. If you've seen them, you won't be so convinced of what the orcs are capable of. I feel confident.”

Lion or the people in Stormwind City have an arrogance that comes from nowhere. This arrogance may come from their astral mage?

For decades, they have been known for their isolationism and arrogance, always boasting that they can deal with crises on their own.

But now it seems that they can only reap the consequences.