World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Early the next morning, the sun shone through the window of Nergo's wooden house on the face of the sleeping orc.

Nergo frowned and opened his eyes after a while.

"Are you awake?" An orc came in carrying a plate. The steaming pieces of meat and the eggs of unknown beasts on the plate made Nergo feel hungry.

"Are you starving?" The orc smiled and said, "You are really a warrior."

"The guardian told us that you actually entered the Elemental Highlands by yourself yesterday."

He chattered a little: "I heard that you seriously injured the fallen elemental guardian?"

"No, in fact, I was the one seriously injured." Nergo showed a bitter smile.

He didn't know how the rumors became so outrageous. If told according to the truth:

That is, a new shaman went to download a dungeon alone, then battled wits with an elite monster for a long time, and finally almost got his account deleted.

In the end, it's up to the big boss to come to the rescue.

"It doesn't matter." The orc didn't care. "Being injured in battle is an honor."

Blood and glory, blood and thunder, power and glory?

It doesn't matter, anyway, in the eyes of the orcs, whether you can do it or not is one thing, but whether you can do it or not is another thing.

The coward is never nobler than the drudge.

He cut off a small piece of meat with a knife and handed it to Nergo's mouth.

"Do you remember me?" the orc asked.

"You? Of course." Nergo swallowed the meat and thought for a moment, "Amukwa?"

"Huh, I didn't expect you to remember my name." Amukwa laughed heartily.

Although Nergo's relationship with these shaman apprentices was not cold at ordinary times, he was definitely not very enthusiastic either.

He thought Nergo didn't even know who he was.

"Of course I can remember it, Breath of the Moon, it's a nice name." Nergo said smoothly: "Are you the shaman of the Shadowmoon clan?"

"That's right." Amukwa handed Nelgo another glass of water, "Our Shadow Moon clan has a special kind of worship for the moon, so my mother, who is a stargazer, gave me this name."

"But as far as I know, the Shadow Moon clan has banned worshiping...the Dark Star hundreds of years ago." Nergo thought for a while, but finally decided to call the star the Dark Star. After all, they That's what the Shadowmoon clan calls them.

"Friend, I have to explain to you." Amukwa said: "We worship the Pale Lady, which is the moon, and the Dark Star or the Sublime Father is the star that we are prohibited from worshiping. As for why, That’s another long story.”

"Sorry." Nergo narrowed his eyes, "I don't know much about the history of your clan."

"It doesn't matter." Amukwa waved his hand, "You are not the first orc to ask me such a question."

"It's you." Amukwa asked Nergo in return: "Your name sounds like a Dragonmaw orc, just like their clan name, but you are a Warsong orc?"

"Who knows." Nergo said: "I am an adopted orc. A warrior of our clan found me by the creek because there was a note in the animal skin that wrapped me. Nergo.”

He smiled, "So that's where my name comes from."

"Sorry." It was Amukwa's turn to apologize this time, "I didn't mean to bring up your sadness."

"However." Amukwa put aside the dinner plate without any food and sat on the edge of the bed and said, "You really fit my impression of the Warsong Orcs."

"Is it reckless?" Nergo asked.

The reckless character of the Warsong orcs has almost become the same as the stereotype in the orc clan. Just like if you say you are from the Dragonmaw clan, others will always think that you have a flying dragon of your own, just like the Blackstone clan will forge it.

But this is indeed the characteristic of their clans.

"No, it's about bravery." Amukwa looked at Nergo with some envy. "With your eyes and your character, you will definitely achieve something great."

"I'd like to lend you some good words." Nergo suddenly replied in Seris for some unknown reason. Perhaps it was because there was no such idiom in the orc language.

Amukwa had never heard of this language, but he didn't care. Maybe it was a dialect exclusive to the Warsong Orcs? After all, each clan has its own dialect, and basically only their own clan understands what these dialects mean.

"Okay, you have a good rest." Amukwa said: "Your wounds have been almost healed. You only need to wait for two more days before you can return to your original state."

After that, Amukwa stood up and left, closing his door gently.

"Not bad." Nergo raised the corner of his mouth.

Although yesterday's recklessness made him very scared, at least the ending was not bad.

After chatting with Amukwa for a few words, all the tension and fatigue from yesterday seemed to have disappeared.

"At least, I should be considered worthy of the name of the Warsong clan?" Nergo couldn't help laughing when he thought of this.

He never thought that he could be so reckless or courageous.

I remember when I was in Seris, I was an ordinary 18-year-old person, not to mention being a reckless man, yelling at my ancestors with others on the Internet... He punched hard, but offline he was submissive and submissive. This was his character.

Maybe it was more than ten years of living as an orc that had changed his personality, or maybe it was all the blood that had been suppressed before that surged up.

All in all, he didn't resent the change, and even liked it.

Thinking of this, even though the wound was still slightly painful and it was difficult to even get up, Nelgo couldn't help but smile.

As for the past, it is just the past.

He may miss the people and things in his previous life, but he will never want to go back to that time.

At least there's nothing wrong with being an orc.

When I'm hungry, I hunt. When I'm free, I practice fighting and read some shamanic books.

If you feel insulted, use an ax to give yourself a bad breath. If you want to keep a pet, you can choose from a variety of creatures including wolves, clefthoof cattle, and flying dragons.

You don’t have to worry about not having money, a house, or a car, and you don’t have to worry about all kinds of weird comments and weird people making you sick.

Not even sure that he would have a chance to pursue a beautiful Draenei girl?

Compared with these, the once comfortable life does not seem so good.

Nergo was filled with emotion when he thought of this.

When he first traveled through time, he was confused, excited, and scared.

After time travel, he had the advantage of thinking that he was the protagonist, but why is the protagonist the protagonist?

Is it a plug-in like the system? Let ordinary people who can't carry their shoulders and lift their hands transform into lofty immortals and kings?

Do you know the plot of how things develop? Allowing people to seize opportunities from others and achieve something successful?

Or is it true gold that shines everywhere regardless of whether there are plug-ins or not?

Nergo didn't have any of them. He had fantasized about having a cheat like the system, but he still could only rely on training to get a strong body.

He knew the plot, but it was of no use. There were many parallel universes in the plot of World of Warcraft, and he was not even sure whether he was in the main universe where the plot took place.

Besides, what would happen even if you knew? Knowing the plot allows you to take a few natives across the planet and head straight to Argus?

Just think about it.

As for real gold? But come on, before Nergo traveled through time, he was just an ordinary person, not really gold at all.

But even so, Nergo still believes that he will definitely change the fate of the orcs and become the protagonist.

The slogans of blood and thunder are filled with clowns, and the city that never falls falls repeatedly.

Every year there is a war and every year there is a defeat.

Pooh.

If he were a human, he would have laughed it off as a joke, but now he is an orc, and all his relatives and friends are orcs, and now he still wants him to be a clown like in the original plot? Why?

Is this protagonist worthy of being a human, but not me, an orc?

In his previous life, Nergo also asked people: Why do some people always feel that they can control the wind and rain and stand at the top after traveling through time?

Why? It depends on blood and life! Every drop of blood and sweat he sheds in Draenor will turn into strength and honor for himself.

He dared to fight what they didn't dare to do, and he dared to do what they didn't dare to do.

He used his only life to win, and because of this he became the most outstanding one among the young orcs of the Warsong clan.

Even a second generation like Garrosh has no right to mock him: "Why can't I, the chief of my family, ride on your neck and mock you? Just because you have been training hard for a few years?"

Nergo believed that even if he died, he would definitely not be unknown. In other words, even if he was not the protagonist and died in a battle, he would definitely be an outstanding supporting role and would be A hero who is remembered.