World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Not only Sylvanas noticed this reckless orc, but Varoa also saw him. When the orc herald reported the news to Splitgut, Varoa also wanted to summon soldiers to surround and kill him.

But at this moment, he couldn't escape from the fight at all, so he could only shout: "Kill that orc!"

Regardless of whether his order could be conveyed, he rushed towards an orc with all his strength.

A sharp cold light flashed across, and the big sword in Nergo's hand slashed left and right. His body was covered with the blood of the ogre. No, an ogre was stabbing Nergo with the spear in his hand. But who knows, Nergo relied on his strong steps to dodge the blow. Before it was over, he used brute force to hold down the spear shaft with one hand, making him unable to pull it back. Then he swung his sword with the other hand and directly killed it. A large gash was made in the abdomen.

For a moment, the blood from the ogre's stomach spurted on Nergo's face. Nergo kicked his abdominal wound, stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood on his face that obscured his vision, and then took advantage of the ogre's final cry. Step forward and chop off his head with a sword.

At this moment, Nergo was covered in blood, and the blood still dripping from his face made him look so terrifying. Even his black hair was dyed with the color of blood.

In front of his bravery, no ogre can stop his steps. The slashing blade, the spraying blood, and the painful wails. If you look down from the sky, Nergo will be in such a dense battlefield. There was a blank space around him.

This is a miracle, and it is the birth of a brave warrior epic, just like Kargath Bladefist will win every battle in Highmaul Castle, just like Grommash breaks through the siege and defeats the ogres.

Nergo was alone in the ogre army, holding a big sword and fighting against the torrent of these monsters. He was like a thunderbolt, hitting the head of every cowardly ogre, smashing them to pieces.

It rained continuously all night, and the ogres in front could not attack for a long time, and were blocked by the orc soldiers in front of the camp. The mages in the rear were fighting with the storm elements, and they were evenly matched. Big pits were formed one after another around them. Let others not even think about getting close.

And when Nergo was charging into the crowd, the saber-toothed tiger who split his intestines opened a path from the crowd on the side.

"Your Majesty, Lady Sylvanas has sent us to follow you."

With the reinforcements from friendly forces, Nergo was even more confident. With his bloody face, he looked like a fanatical murderer. He turned to look at Splinter and the people he led: "Follow me. Charge! Let’s take off the ogre’s head together.”

Use the blood of ogres to sacrifice the last wishes of your ancestors!

Nergo beat the war drum on his waist vigorously, and the bloodthirsty spells were once again applied to him and the surrounding soldiers. At this time, Nergo's ferocious face made the saber-tooth tigers behind him, who were known for their brutality, a little scared. , not to mention those ogres.

Nergo's eyes were fixed on every ogre near him. Wherever he looked, the timid ogres retreated, trying to avoid Nergo's attack range.

In front of this terrifying orc warrior, even the bravest ogre can't help but be frightened by his ferocity. Before the gut slit arrives, he alone can rush in from the side of the ogre and face several How many of the hundreds of ogres had he killed?

No one knows, only the countless corpses on the ground can prove the feat he just performed.

The blood that hit his nose made Nergo gain momentum. His physical fatigue was made up for by his mental fanaticism. This is why he kept replenishing himself with bloodthirsty skills. He raised his sword high and launched another attack. The attack was different from the last time. This time he had soldiers following him.

"What are you doing standing still? Come forward with me and kill!"

He slashed open the face of the ogre in front of him with a fierce slash, and the spear of the saber-tooth tiger behind him also followed his attack and stabbed it into a dead body.

Can no one restrict him?

All the ogres who saw him wailed in their hearts, or prayed that he would not charge towards them.

"Stop him quickly!"

Some people noticed that the direction Nergo was charging was exactly where the mage and the storm element were fighting. If they were allowed to kill in front of the mage, the battle would be over.

Varoa had already withdrawn from the front line at this time. He retreated to the back. His rapid breathing made him seem to be at the end of his strength. He yelled at the top of his lungs and ordered the soldiers to stop Nergo.

He even thought of going to fight Nergo even though he was already like this.

"Where are you running?"

A pitch-black arrow hit his left arm. If he hadn't sensed the coming crisis and avoided it a little, the arrow would have become a sharp arrow that pierced his heart.

Sylvanas looked at his reaction with a gloating smile, as if Varoa's funny look just now made her laugh, "Your army fell like weeds, what role could you play in the past?"

Varoa's eyes were red. He looked at the fallen soldiers not far away, as well as the soldiers in front who were crushed by the advancing orc infantry. He felt sad in his heart, "How many of my soldiers died?"

"Wolf Cavalry! Move out!" At the moment when the ogre's morale was low, Sylvanas finally sent out this trump card. With waves of wolf howls, the impatient Wolf Cavalry mount trotted all the way and then sprinted quickly. .

The orc infantry line was an anvil, bearing the impact of the ogre army in front and entangling it tightly in front of them.

So who is Hammer? Hammer is these five hundred elite wolf cavalry troops. They bring powerful impact to the "soft" body of the ogre.

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Like a blacksmith forging.

These cavalry will complete the finishing work of this battle very well. As for their mages, what else can they worry about after Nergo is gone?

Varoa weakly cursed Sylvanas, but Sylvanas was unmoved. She was not angry at all. This was just the idiot's reluctance before death. She put her hands in front of her and made a A comforting gesture, almost like a taunt.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Sylvanas blinked, "What? Have you thought clearly? I will give you one last chance, a chance to die gloriously, come on!"

Varoa exhaled and slowly opened his closed eyes. He thought clearly, since failure is inevitable, let a glorious death in battle be his destiny!

He roared and charged towards Sylvanas.

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"Arcane barrage!" The battle between the ogre mages and the storm elements here is coming to an end. In the face of the powerful magic of the ogre mages, the power of the storm elements continues to weaken, and Nergo rushes in. When he got in front of him, he looked like he was breathing heavily.

When Nergo withdrew his eyes from the cowardly and incompetent ogres around him, he was surprised to find that the duel between the wind element they summoned and the ogre magicians had already concluded.

Slightly less so.

It must be said that this result made him a little disappointed.

"Where are your soldiers?" it asked.

"Soldiers?" Nergo said confidently: "I asked them to go back to support their comrades."

"Then why are you here?" The Storm Elemental was furious, and it said, "I'm dying, I'm going to retreat, please leave quickly."

The spells of these mages are too powerful, and it has been able to sustain Nergo until now, which is considered worthy of these orcs.

"You want to leave? It doesn't matter, I am enough." Nergo looked at the storm element and said firmly: "Inject your elemental power into my body, we can still win, hurry up!"

Storm Elemental was surprised: "Can you live with it? This is too dangerous."

"I won't tell you if I can't." Nergo felt that his physical strength was constantly draining away. If he couldn't make the final decision, then his hard work for the past half day would only be in vain.

"Then you can bear it!" Storm Elemental leaned down, and the whole air seemed to vibrate.

When the ogre magician saw it like this, he immediately felt that this was a good opportunity, and a huge fireball that gathered their strength began to appear.

"Hurry up." Nergo's voice was extremely calm. Even the power of the wind element poured into his body could not make him change at all.

His previous experiments have shown that there is no problem with his Ascension spell, or that there are some flaws but not many, but it is enough for him to use now. In just a short while, the power of the Ascension is enough to change the situation of the battle.

The ogre mage is condensing magic, the storm element is infusing elements, and the whole scene becomes unusually calm. These mages know that if they don't gather everyone's power, it will be difficult for them to defeat a person who is in poor condition when his mana is about to bottom out. Storm elemental and a shaman who seems to be in good shape.

And the Storm Elemental also knew that he was no longer able to fight, and Nergo would probably be at the end of his strength if he could fight again. He could only do as he said before leaving, and infuse him with the power of the elements, which could be regarded as his last act against the orcs. Helped.

Nergo closed his eyes, feeling the ferocious elemental power flowing in his body, and then spoke with the storm element: "Okay."

Here it comes, the moment has finally come!

Nergo's pupils instantly contracted, and he used the spell: Ascension. The flesh and blood on his body began to be gradually assimilated and replaced by lightning, wind and air, and his originally combed long hair began to explode and flutter in the wind.

"Pyroblast!"

When the ogre magicians injected their last power into it, a super-large fireball that far exceeded the ordinary pyrotechnics rushed towards the face.

With a thought from the Ascendant.

The surrounding air elements were completely sucked out, and bolts of lightning rushed out, with lightning, thunder, and rumble.

The mortals on the ground changed their faces when they heard this, and were shocked.

I saw thunder in the sky, deafening. This level of lightning was far beyond the "trick" that the ogre magicians thought.

At this moment, the magical energy bursting out of Nergo's body has already formed a terrible pressure. This kind of substantial pressure motivates the orcs and shocks the ogres on the battlefield.

Obviously, the ogres knew that this was a precursor to a new and unknown shamanic spell.

Looking up at the sky, lightning was gathering.

Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed, rolling up the ogre's fierce flames until the flames disappeared.

"At this moment." Nergo waved his hand and grasped the thunderbolt tightly. In front of the frightened ogres, he threw the lightning as a weapon. In an instant, this bright thunder roared into the ogre magicians. Wherever they were, no matter where they fled, using shields or flashing, the thunderbolt cracked the mountains and shook the earth, leaving only ashes and debris, holes and debris.

After facing this kind of terror, everyone turned their attention to Nergo and stared at Nergo in shock, only to see him slowly let go of his palms and still whispering: "Heaven's punishment for seeing this!"