World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

While the other children were lying on their clefthoof hides, they were ordered to bed.

Amukwa has taken Nergo away from the Warsong Clan's residence.

This is also a tradition: when the first feast is over, the shamans of each clan will leave to climb the sacred mountain Washugu that watches over their joy, enter the cave, and receive the spirit of the elements and the soul of the ancestors. teachings.

"This is really surprising." Amukwa smiled. As we all know, the Warsong clan is famous for its distrust of foreigners and its extreme pride, but he has a friend from the Warsong clan.

It can be seen from the stares of other orcs on the road that they are a little surprised by this strange pair of orcs.

Some people may feel a little uneasy about the friendship between the two young people. In the minds of many orcs: it is because of their isolation that each clan maintains its own sense of mystery and allows all clans to have peace.

However, the elders just watched and did not come out to reprimand or forcibly block the contact between them.

After all, Nergo and Amukwa are also shamans, and shamans always have some privileges.

Nergo didn't speak. He was still thinking about Woshugu. He still remembered a lot of the plot about Warcraft in his previous life, but also forgot a lot. There was only a little impression of Woshugu left in his mind.

"It seems to be a Draenei spaceship?" Nergo was a little confused. This was the first time he participated in a shaman gathering after officially becoming a shaman.

A while passed.

Nergo looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar outline of the Holy Mountain and couldn't help but smile. The ridge of the Washuku is not as jagged as other mountain ranges; its peak is a perfect triangle. Its delicate surface reflects the sun's rays and shines like crystal, completely different from the surrounding landscape.

Long ago, it descended from the sky, and the souls of ancestors were drawn to it; so that the orcs built their abodes under its sacred shadow. No matter what disputes and differences the souls of those ancestors had during their lives, they are one in this mountain.

"Is this the Draenei's spaceship?" Nergo was stunned for a moment. Even here, he could feel the power contained in it.

Is it the soul or the holy light?

"What are you thinking about?" Amukwa asked with a smile.

"Don't you think this place is beautiful?" Nergo asked rhetorically. This is not the so-called place to cleanse the soul that was advertised in his previous life. The power here really affected him. He even felt that there were ten shamans here. Take turns to release the purification spell on him.

Amukwa nodded, "Of course."

He looked at the scenery of the Holy Mountain and the appearances of the surrounding shamans. It was not surprising that there were many shamans like them who were also obsessed with the unique scenery of the Holy Mountain.

"Let's go, don't keep those elders waiting." Nergo took Amukwa and walked into the sacred residence together.

The opening is a perfect oval, embedded in the smooth surface of the sacred mountain.

This should be the entrance to the original spaceship.

They entered the cave together and walked side by side. The shaman in front of them lit the torches lined up on the wall. Orange firelight reflected the spiraling downward path, which had been smoothed by years of orc feet. Several steps appear on the road from time to time to make the pilgrims' steps more stable. This passage is always pleasantly cool and warmer than the outdoors in winter.

Finally, the road stopped going down. Further forward, there are no more torches on the wall.

Is this coming?

Nergo did show a trace of confusion on his face.

From here on, there were no torches ahead, and the light brought by the flames was lost. The shamans continued to move forward one by one, following the footsteps of the orcs in front.

After walking in this dark passage where I couldn't see my fingers for a while, the light finally appeared.

There was a faint light ahead, which should be their destination.

The light grew brighter and brighter, until there was no darkness at all.

He squinted his eyes slightly, looked around, and observed everything.

The light emanated from a pool of water in the cave, seeming to cover everything with a soft silver gauze. Everything in the cave was smooth and soft, with a faint shimmer. There were no abrupt ridges or rough surfaces.

The familiar, pure power flows through Nergo's body again, and the soul power in it can make even the most furious orcs return to reason.

The elder shamans in front did not speak, but quietly let the new shamans watch their fill. The cave is extremely huge, even larger than the drum and dance halls at the previous festivals. Countless tunnels on the four walls lead to places that most shamans have never dared to set foot in.

"Have you all brought water bags?" an old orc asked.

Nergo nodded. He didn't know why he specifically asked them to bring water bags, but since he said it, of course he did it.

Nergo carefully observed every move of the shaman around him. The old shamans put down the packages they were carrying and motioned for them to do the same.

He carefully took out several water bags, opened them one by one, murmured a prayer, and poured the water in the bags into the shining pool.

This is what shamans do.

Nergo also learned a lot and listened to the experienced shaman softly explain why he did this.

\\Every time we come here, we must dedicate the pure water we carry with us to the Holy Mountain.

With the contributions of generations of shamans, there is also a sacred pool here.

Moreover, the water in the holy pool never evaporates like the water in ordinary caves. This is the power of the Mountain of Souls. \\

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"Ancestors bless you," Amukwa muttered softly.

After emptying the water bags, the shamans sat down by the pool one by one and stared into the deep water. Nergo and Amukwa also learned the same moves.

Looking at the reflection in the water, at first, Nergo could only see his own face and the faces of other orcs; their facial features were reflected in the glowing water, looking like wizards and cultists in stories from previous lives.

Then, one by one, the figures joined them.

Souls appeared beside the shamans out of thin air. They also left their reflections in the water, and they also had unclear kinship with the shamans.

They talked happily, but the only thing they didn't talk about was Nergo.

Nergo understands, no matter how powerful you are, you can't bring over my ancestor from the previous life, right?

And this life?

Who plays World of Warcraft and lets you choose your own ancestor when creating a character?

But this can be regarded as proof that his body does come from his own game character account in Warcraft, and he has no relatives in Draenor at all.

"You are very strange." A shaman noticed Nergo, "You can see the ancestors. You are also a shaman and can receive assistance from the elemental spirits, but no ancestors appear by your side."

"Maybe I don't have ancestors?" Nergo told the truth somewhat jokingly.

The shaman shook his head, how could it be possible? Are there still orcs that grow out of the ground?

"I can't communicate with my ancestors. It seems that this program has no connection with me." Nergo was a little relaxed. The shamans did not reject him because of this, and he was even more relaxed.

He said to Amukwa: "I will go out for a walk first, and I will return to the station later."