World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

"How about drawing lots? Whoever is drawn will play." Nergo looked at these orcs. All of them wanted to participate in this gladiatorial fight, and no one wanted to be inferior to others. This is good.

The orcs were very satisfied, and so was Nergo. He sat aside and watched the orcs' gladiatorial battle carefully. In this barbaric battle, people were constantly being driven off with bruises and faces, and the orcs were constantly cursing.

"It's wonderful." Sylvanas straightened up, her expression seemed to be looking at Nergo with sympathy and pity.

It's a pity that Nergo didn't notice her eyes. He had been watching the orcs' battle with great interest. Unless he was sure that there was a life-threatening situation, he would hardly stop the gladiatorial battle. Instead, he was as interested in the duelists as the audience. Evaluation of fighting ability.

"You think so too?" Nergo responded casually: "Then it seems like a good idea."

"It's very good." Sylvanas's frown showed her true thoughts, and she whispered: "I almost thought our job was to be slave traders in the arena."

"And I'm watching the gladiator fight." Her voice was low, just enough for Nergo to hear clearly. Maybe she wanted to save some face for Nergo in this way.

"Don't you think this is consistent with your views on selecting officers?" Nergo asked.

"It can be said to be terrible. I think officers need command capabilities and some knowledge related to mathematics, rather than being appointed as commanders based solely on their anger and bravery."

"You are right." Nergo agreed, "You are indeed familiar with the army."

"But you are not familiar with orcs." Nergo said: "Now according to your standards, the entire clan obeys your orders. Can you find an officer like you described?"

Sylvanas was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I understand."

She made a mistake. The orcs were not the high elf troops she once commanded. They were not even comparable to the armies of the Forsaken who had peasants per capita during their lifetimes. The Warsong orcs were a nomadic society, and becoming an officer depended on prestige on the one hand, and prestige on the other. On the one hand, it is about military bravery. In this case, how can the army, which is almost entirely illiterate, select the officers she wants?

Even if you are elected, you still have to use personal force to convince the public, so is there any difference from what he did?

Nergo smiled, "Don't be so pessimistic. Sooner or later, our army will have many officers like you said, and by then we will be at your home court."

Nergo patted Sylvanas on the shoulder, "Or you can teach me your knowledge, and I will teach them."

Sylvanas glanced at him, "I will go find you after five o'clock every day."

Nergo nodded, "You speak orc language really well now."

"Orc language is much simpler than what I want to teach you." Sylvanas cast her gaze forward, and the orcs almost decided the winner. In the end, five orcs stood in the middle and laughed, even though they My face is already bruised and swollen, but isn’t this an honor?

They became the five strongest people in this force.

"Not bad." Nergo clapped his hands, "For the rest of you, pick one out of every ten to grow up. How do you choose yourselves? Whether it is an election or a fight, there is only one thing. No deaths are allowed. .”

Nergo pointed at the five centurion orcs and said: "Today is the first time we meet. You don't remember much, only three points."

At this time, Nergo's stern face and mature face made people subconsciously ignore that he was actually an orc who had just grown up.

"First point, my name is Nergo. I am a shaman and your commander. From now on, everything in the army must obey my orders."

"Second, what I want is an army, not a group of rough guys who only know how to fight. Including you centurions, you must follow me and learn to command the army. If you can't do it, you have to give it to me even if you can fight again." Come down, it’s useless if you can fight, I want you all to be able to fight.” Having said this, Nergo also glanced at Sylvanas, “Of course, I can’t teach you until I learn it first.”

"Third, starting from tomorrow, we will have training every other day. We will gather here at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Seeing that the orcs didn't object, he waved his hand and said, "If there's no problem, just go and do whatever you want. Let's break up."

After ordering the soldiers to disband, Nergo did not go home, but was preparing to do some side business.

Gul'dan's conspiracy made him realize that the devil had set his sights on this planet. According to "The Rise of the Horde", if Kil'jaeden hadn't been worried about Velen and the draenei, they would have run away when they realized the danger. When Nergo opened his eyes after getting there late, he could see the legion battleships floating in the sky.

It can be said that the danger is always there. It is obviously not Nergo's style to sit back and wait for death. Even a hard worker will not like the feeling of being killed at the neck.

Becoming stronger and then tearing that guy's head off is what an orc should do.

So the question is, how to become stronger?

Let alone becoming stronger individually, if a clan wants to become stronger it must either expand or improve technology.

Just like Constantine XI in 1453 suddenly had 1,000 tanks and armored troops with supplies and materials under his command, then Osman must have been in tears.

Although your Burning Legion is invincible in the sky, once you come to the ground, you have to compete with us orcs.

There is an old saying in Pandaria, those who know the current situation are wise, and the various plagues of the Forsaken will definitely make you feel the warmth of home.

"Pale Lady." Nergo asked, "Do you know anything about alchemy?"

Nergo is not so rigid. He thinks that it is not honorable to use the plague. In Nergo's view, the most glorious thing is to defeat the enemy and make his own people suffer less losses. No matter what others think of him, in the end, those who survive because of themselves can Prove it all.

alchemy?

"My name is Sylvanas," she said. "What are you referring to?"

"Pharmacy." Nergo said without hesitation.

Sylvanas shook her head, "I'm not good at this."

The Banshee Queen is not good at potions...

Well, it might be true. Nergo suddenly remembered that Sylvanas’ plague research was carried out by her pharmacists, which meant that Sylvanas didn’t understand the process of making plague at all. Now His plan to use the plague to surprise the Burning Legion went bankrupt.

Of course, it was a credit to Sylvanas that she didn't know how to make plague, otherwise Nergo would have been scolded to death by the shamans if the Forsaken plague hit him.

They are both evil and plague. How can the small planet of Draenor accommodate these two giant Buddhas?

"Well, you still have to be upright." Nergo went straight to the blacksmith shop. He planned to use his good relationship with the blacksmith to buy more pieces of armor. "Maybe it can be cheaper." He murmured to himself .