World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

"Stonehenge" at the Throne of Elements.

Nergo looked up and saw four huge elemental creatures suddenly appearing on the small island in the middle of Tiange Lake.

Wrapped in thunder and wind is Karadios, who is arrogant but values ​​friendship. At the same time, when many shamans hear the call of the Throne of Elements, it is his breeze spirit that conveys the message.

The one with flames and lava roaming his body is Ethan Rattus. Like the orcs, as the Fury of Fire, he admires the bravery of war.

Abruus, who was standing near him, remained silent. His character was exactly the same as the ice on his body. The wrath of water had always been cold.

But when it comes to silence, we have to talk about Godaur on the side. As the incarnation of Draenor's earth element, he should be considered a nerd.

The one who basically stays at home, that is, today Nergo will perform a shaman fusion ceremony, otherwise it would be a bit difficult to see him.

Although these four elemental wraths are not as good as those in Azeroth next door, the huge body and the power contained in their bodies also made Nergo lose his mind for a moment.

"This is what many shamans dream of. Only with the blessing of the Wrath of the Elements can you easily understand the will of the elemental spirits in our world and the power to control the elements." Garlock said slowly .

Of course, the blessing mentioned here does not mean that without the blessing of "Butcher Zhang", you can only eat pigs with hair on them.

Everyone knows that the shaman's power comes from the elemental spirit, but how to convert the elemental spirit into his own power-throwing a big fireball?

There are two common options.

The first type: those who are a little crooked and rely on their own abilities to force the elements. For example, the dark shaman is a black-hearted slave master who forces the elements to work for you.

The advantage is that the element will be obedient, but the disadvantage is that he can only be obedient. If you want him to give you blessings, prophecies, etc. like a normal shaman, there is no chance. You may have to help outsiders find ways to mess with you. .

It can be said that the lower limit is stable and the upper limit is not high.

The second type: the common shaman communicates with the elements, "Good brother, help us set a buff, we are going to kill those ogres" "Are you there? Elemental spirits, help me, rub it for me." A fireball comes out." Wait.

For this kind of person, the recognition and blessing of the Elemental Lord/Elemental Fury are very useful, because in a sense, they are the embodiment of the elemental power of this world. If you have a good relationship with them, you will naturally use the elements. Strength is also twice the result with half the effort.

Nergo thought thoughtfully, so this is equivalent to getting a big buff, right?

After his injuries were treated, Garlock came to him to perform the ceremony.

In Stonehenge, the four elemental wraths need to take turns to use blessing on him.

As their power infused, "Close your eyes," said the Wrath of the Elements.

Nergo followed his instructions and closed his eyes, his body swaying. His face was full of pain, and the restlessness coming from the surrounding elemental spirits also made him feel a slight dull pain.

He felt that his soul was getting farther and farther away from the earth, like a gust of wind, far away from the world beneath his feet.

The world changed in front of him, and some things became ethereal, like phantoms.

Others become more and more real, as if they really exist.

He waved his hand, feeling as light as the wind, his whole being.

Wait, he felt...something. Feel something else. It is boundless, but not hostile at all.

Moreover, at this moment, he felt a voice talking to him, and that voice belonged to the spirit of the wind element.

"Open your eyes," it said.

During the fusion ritual, he, like other shamans, felt the true power of the world.

Without knowing it, the power from the elemental wrath caused a vision to flood into Nelgo's mind.

"Where is this?" Nergo looked around, "This is not the Throne of the Elements, nor is it Grommasher."

But he soon understood.

Orcs who hunt, ogres who drive slaves, saber-tooth tigers hiding in the jungle, and the mysterious draenei.

This is Draenor.

He thought that elemental fusion would allow him to meet the elemental spirits, but he did not expect that he would be able to comprehend all things in the world as an elemental spirit.

The moment he opened his eyes, Nergo witnessed tens of thousands of different creatures living in Draenor. Their lives and habits were all in Nergo's eyes.

On the battlefield between the orcs and the ogres, the tied up orcs were biting the ogres' heads. Nergo, who was in the form of wind, blinked in confusion.

He saw his father.

The adoptive father, who looked young and strong, was naked and had a scar on his face. He was as strong as other orcs and had an arrogance he had never seen before. His brown skin was stained with blood.

Nergo looked around, he knew where this was. This was the most brutal battle the Warsong clan had ever faced, the time when Hellscream's army was ambushed by the ogres, the time when his adoptive mother who was supposed to exist died. once.

War cries and shouts of death were heard all around, and he knew the final outcome. Grommash was defeated, and the captured orc chief bit off his flesh and blood in the humiliation of the King of Sorcery.

When he looked at his young father fighting fiercely with a stupid ogre, the thunder in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

The anger urged him to attack the ogre, even though he knew it was just an illusion, and his incompetent rage could not make him change anything.

But during his mood swings, a human figure made of mist suddenly appeared. This human figure did what he wanted to do. He drove lightning and storm to bombard the ogre army indiscriminately.

"Well done." Nergo saw his own shadow in the mist, but why did he always feel something was wrong?

This fog clearly brings hope.

The scene quickly changed. Grommash's army was victorious again. They talked about the spoils and showed off several ogre heads they had cut off.

And his adoptive father's life has undergone tremendous changes. His wife did not die in the war, he did not adopt Nergo, and his eyes are still intact. It can be said that this is a perfect ending for him.

For the Warsong clan, this strange orc shaman made their lives better and better. Under his wind of war, the orc army was invincible.

But why is the wind getting farther and farther away from him? The fog that represents him is getting lighter and lighter, and the wind element that is supposed to represent hope gradually dims.

Nergo was a little confused. He watched the fog representing the orcs gradually dim and condense into shape, and then became clear.

Is this a group of green-skinned orcs? How can it be!

Let him follow the old path and serve as a pawn for the Burning Legion?

"No, this is impossible." Nergo shook his head.

This should not have been the fate of the orcs after he traveled through time. He would have made everything better.

But another voice in his heart said to him, "How do you know this is not the fate of the orcs? How do you think you can definitely change history? Arrogance and arrogance will destroy everything you want to do."

Nergo was a little silent, and he fell into a brief moment of self-doubt. He was wondering why he let the orcs fall into the abyss in the illusion.

Neither his spells nor the plot he knew should make the world like that.

"The wind is not only the wind of war, but also the wind of change and hope that represents wisdom and new beginnings."

Nergo understood somewhat. He didn't know who was guiding him, but he smiled sincerely: "Thank you."

He understood that a shaman must be brave, but he could not stop thinking, how could a war drum and a battle ax save the orcs?

But what if thousands of orcs were beating war drums and picking up battle axes?

He thought this was what the wind was trying to tell him.