World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Not to mention the big things Lantriso is doing in Havalo, Nergo is not idle at this time.

"To be honest, I'm not interested in the Holy Light at all. Why don't you tell me about your weapons, armor or forging." Nergo said helplessly.

I don’t know what the draenei think. They open their mouths to be blessed by the Naaru, but shut up and receive protection from the Holy Light. Moreover, that little girl always wants to preach to him.

He's a shaman, so he can't have a Holy Light shaman, right?

"He is right," Sodoan said. "Believers of the Holy Light do not need to force others to believe in Him."

"If some fanatics and Naaru understand it, this game plot can at least save an expansion pack." Nergo complained in his heart.

"It seems like you're interested in blacksmithing?"

Although it was a question, Sodoan's words were more like stating a fact.

"Of course." Nergo replied without hesitation.

"Do you know what kind of equipment I had before I met the Blackstone Orcs? Clothes, pure animal skins, weapons, and one piece from the blacksmith shop on the right side of the Gromasher gate." Nergo said helplessly: "I don't mean to say this. To tell you how frugal I am, or how miserable I am, I just want to say that if I had enough forging skills, I would have made myself an iron can long ago."

"Of course, I believe that most of my people think the same way." Nergo added: "Unless there are really stupid boys who think that not wearing armor can prove their courage."

Didn't you see, after Garrosh traveled through time, all the Iron Horde orcs were armed to the teeth, and even the musketeers were armed to the teeth. This shows that the orcs are not fools with muscles in their brains.

"So we have a basis for cooperation." Sodoan said with emotion: "You need to buy weapons and equipment, and we need a friend."

Yes, friends, even if they are just questionable friends.

Nergo tried his best to speculate on their prophet with malicious intent, "If I were Velen, when I arrived in Draenor..."

Forget it, Nergo didn't think about it further, because if he were Velen, he might choose to join Sargeras's legion without considering knowing the plot.

Maybe there is also a nickname like blasphemer.

"I always feel like you're thinking about something rude."

Nergo waved his hand, "It's all an illusion."

He stroked his mount, "I don't know what happened to Lantreso and the others. Maybe he has become a chief? Or did he die by the sword?"

who cares.

Regardless of whether he succeeded or not, he didn't pay anything, and the best choice was to be a white wolf with nothing.

"It seems that security has been overdone these days." Nergo was obviously a little bored, and the comfortable schedule made him feel like he was getting rusty.

Sitting on the black wolf, Nergo's body swayed slightly, "I seem to have become accustomed to fighting in Draenor."

And he's the kind of orc who gets bored in his free days without fighting.

"Yes." Sodoan continued what he said: "It is rare to be able to travel in such a safe way."

"No attacks from ogres and beasts."

Nergo was convinced.

However, this can be considered a good thing.

At the very least, the group of them would arrive in Talador safely.

Finally, after a few days, they reached Shattrath, or so the draenei said.

In a forest, Sodoan smiled at Nergo and said, "Don't be anxious, in fact we are already here."

Urgent? Are you in a hurry?

Nelgo knew that there was a layer of illusion surrounding Shattrath, and that canceling these illusions required...

"I just need a crystal." Sodoan took out a green crystal from the soil in front of him and recited a spell.

The woods around them began to flicker, as if they were reflections on the lake and were now rippled by a stone.

The fluctuations became more and more violent, and suddenly, the forest disappeared and all the trees disappeared. In front of them was a wide stone road that stretched along the ridge to a place where their capital should be the end point.

"No wonder the ogres can't find your city." Nergo held it in for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"We didn't want to fight them, and we didn't want to be found by them." Sodoan added: "So, we later arranged these simple illusions."

The city called Shattrath is known in the draenei language as the abode of the Light.

Just like the beautiful city of Draenor in the game, it is filled with the splendor of the Draenei.

Gleaming crystals, clean and tidy streets, stone and metal are so harmoniously combined, embedded in the hillside like works of art, this natural harmony is like a naturally generated city.

Not to mention compared to Grommasher, even compared to Highmaul, it is far superior.

Even in his previous life, he had never seen such a magnificent city.

"Welcome, Nergo," Sodogan said.

Perhaps seeing his shock, he said with some pride: "This is Shattrath, the residence of the Draenei, and the residence of the Holy Light."

On the street, countless Draenei noticed their slightly strange team.

Because there is actually an orc among them?

"What a strange experience." Nergo laughed a little.

They actually treat me with this attitude?

"My people rarely come into contact with orcs." Sodoan said in a soft voice: "They are just curious and have no ill intentions."

"I know." Nergo said: "Are we going to meet the prophet now?"

"If he is not very busy." Sodoan stopped a Draenei dressed as a warrior and said a few words to him in Draenei.

Immediately, the Draenei nodded and left, perhaps to inform their prophet that there were orcs coming?

"Did you know?" Sodoan said with a smile on his face, "A few little orcs came to Shattrath before."

"At that time, Prophet Velen personally received them." Sodoan said with some sigh: "But you are less curious than them."

Durotan and Orgrim?

When Sodoan thought about the different performances of the three orcs when they came to Shattrath, he couldn't help but said: "Shaman, it's really special."

Shaman's exposure to new things is always much better than that of ordinary orcs.

"By the way, are you used to taking a bath?" Sodoan said. "It's just like swimming in the river in the summer. It's a kind of enjoyment to wash away the dust and dirt on your body."

"You don't need to explain so much." Nergo was speechless, "I usually take a shower myself."