World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

"So what you're saying is that Gul'dan's current goal is the Throne of the Elements, and he's using his demon master's spells to pollute it?" Grommash was numb after listening to Nelgo's story.

I said that a woman’s kindness is not necessary, right? Look at that shaman, if he had followed tradition and drowned Gul'dan at birth, how much less would the entire orcs have suffered?

Now that there is such a big disaster, what will happen if something goes wrong?

Of course, it would be an afterthought for him to destroy the clan that gave birth to such a scourge, but this did not affect Nergo in the slightest from telling this matter in advance to prove that Gul'dan was a tyrannical man.

"Yes." Nergo nodded, "I have used the elemental spirit to detect the news there. If there are no accidents, he should be about to take action now."

"At the latest during the next Keshharg Festival, Gul'dan's evil spells will change the world." Nergo was not alarmist. Now all the clans in Draenor basically have enough food and clothing to rely on to a large extent. The power of the elements controlled by the shaman.

After Gul'dan twisted Draenor's elemental spirit, Draenor faced either drought or flooding. The barren mountains of Gorgrond are flooded, and the Tanaan jungle is constantly snowing. Rivers dry up and streams dry up, these are inevitable consequences.

There is no doubt. An analogy for this situation is: you are the king of a country, and your pastor/minister reports to you that there is a maniac who is said to be very powerful and is planning to destroy you when you go to Jerusalem for pilgrimage/Taishan Zen. Temple of Confucius or attack on Rome.

You sound crazy, but you can't bet.

"Let's go now. I will show this traitor my axe." Grommash's eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce look. Gul'dan, who was still preparing to attack the Throne of Elements, had no idea that Warsong had already targeted him.

………………

"Come out, my servant." On the hillside not far from the Throne of Elements, Gul'dan chanted a spell, and the dark portal to the Twisting Void opened wide, and tall demons with ferocious faces walked out of it. They were the Doom Guards. A demon with high-end combat power in the Burning Legion.

Although the Burning Legion's high-end combat power usually refers to high-level cannon fodder, it is enough for this weak planet.

There are three of them, and each one is followed by a team of well-disciplined demon guards. They hold battle axes and swords, and the expressions on their faces never change due to the noisy demon imps around them.

They gathered together, stood in order, and obeyed the commander's orders.

"Warlock, we will assist you in conquering the indigenous people of this world." One of the doomsday guards was not polite at all. He looked left and right, his eyes full of desire for destruction and hatred of the primitive and natural environment of this world. .

"But we are not servants." He warned Gul'dan, who do you think you are? I'm just a little warlock. I'm just a dog in the legion, and I'm still a dog when summoned by mortals. How about I respond to your summons?

"Hahaha, of course." Gul'dan hunched over and glanced at these elite demon warriors. These were the demons he summoned, and this was the power of the master he followed. "The true god's will will surely be realized."

"Today, the false god shall die!" Gul'dan could not wait to see those arrogant and pretentious elemental spirits and shamans die in front of him. He had had enough of the supercilious looks and discrimination.

He wanted them to see that they were blind and didn't choose him in the first place. Now when his talent is discovered, they will all succumb.

"Then what are you waiting for?" The doomsday guard spread his wings and flew into the sky, throwing evil flames from his hands and burning everything around him. "Kill to their holy land and burn their shrines. The Burning Legion is coming!"

Although there are only a few hundred demons, it is just a small team, and even the pets raised by the demon commander are more powerful than them, but then again.

I can't survive in the world of demons. How can I still show my dignity among you natives?

The more something is missing, the more something is revealed, and the demons begin to frantically bring the flames of hell all the way to the throne of the elements.

"The orcs regard it as a holy place. You said that the ogres once tried to seize the throne of the elements. Their intervention caused the elements to fall into chaos, and the orcs united sincerely." Kil'jaeden's voice echoed in Gul'dan's mind. , "Reproduce that period of history, form the orcs into a whole, and then become the sharp blade of the legion."

"Honor your will." Gul'dan spoke. He began to cast spells, and the skilled eredar language continued to speak from his mouth.

Runes with green flames and a smell of sulfur appeared at his feet.

As a former master draenei spellcaster, Kil'jaeden was naturally able to deal with elements, a power that exists in almost every world.

Without even a second glance, Gul'dan was already weakening Draenor's elemental spirits under his guidance.

At this time, at the shaman gathering place not far away, Garok's face was solemn. The wails and pain of the elemental spirits made him unable to calm down and meditate as usual.

No elemental spirit responded to him, only painful moans echoed in the air.

The uneasy atmosphere became more intense.

Garlock sensed something big was about to happen.

"Under the mountain..."

"There……"

"..."

The intermittent sounds made Garok realize that someone was trying to provoke the orcs again.

As a shaman guardian, Garlock was naturally furious when he learned about this.

"It's better not to be those fat guys." Garlock walked alone in the direction of Gul'dan.

There is no other shaman. During the festival, almost all the orcs will go to Washugu to celebrate. He is the only one who has important responsibilities, so he cannot leave easily. This means that he is the only orc guarding the orc holy land at this time.

"This is really a wonderful opportunity." Gul'dan thought to himself. During the Kershharg Festival, all the shamans here were not here. He could do whatever he wanted. I believe that when those shamans came back, they would see the Throne of the Elements in a mess. It's going to be exciting.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile wildly.

Taking the various casting materials he had collected during this period, he carved another rune filled with evil power on the ground.

"Ha, it turns out this is still missing."

A soul fragment, extracted from a painful soul. This is also the most precious spellcasting material he has ever owned.

Gul'dan is about to finish his work, and the elemental spirits of Draenor are doomed!

The surrounding demons watched the surroundings vigilantly to ensure that no one would destroy this key ritual.

"What are you doing!?" The old orc yelled, which made Gul'dan stop his movements and turned his head to see an old shaman.

"Old Shaman, it looks like you are not very lucky."