World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

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Draenor, Hellfire Peninsula.

This was once a beautiful and wild wild land, where orcs, ogres, arakkoa, draenei... various races lived. But now, because Gul'dan's demon master taught him and With the evil spells of his lackeys, the whole world is on the verge of collapse.

Looking at the crazy tribe and the devastated land, "Water, food, killing, and power will be given to those who are willing to guide all this to happen." Gul'dan's voice was full of temptation, and the entire orc tribe was full of greed and greed. hope.

At this time, in the gathering place of the orcs, the burning of a small bonfire made the place look out of place in the dark night. Several orcs gathered around the bonfire and watched the fight between the two orc warriors.

This was Black Hand, or Gul'dan's order. He asked Black Hand to issue an announcement to all tribes, summoning their best warriors, and publicly engage in one-on-one or small team combat.

The victor will receive food, clean water, and of course honor and prestige from the loser's clan.

You must know that in today's Draenor, almost all edible creatures have been eaten up by the ferocious orcs. Not to mention the wild beasts that could be seen everywhere before, now even the big bugs jumping out of the soil are in this situation. I was worried that I would be cooked into meat by the orcs.

But this doesn't have much to do with the Warsong clan, because the Warsong clan's warlike tradition caused them to completely fall into madness after drinking the blood of demons, and even reached the point where they could no longer distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.

Therefore, Warchief Blackhand ordered the clans such as Warsong, Boneeater, Laughing Skull, Shattered Hand, and Thundergod to be expelled from the tribe's main city, Hellfire Citadel, and allowed these warlike orcs to settle in remote areas of the Hellfire Peninsula, leaving them alone. Killing each other and destroying each other.

Regardless of whether you kill the draenei (if they still exist) or other "warlike orcs", as long as you don't eat the tribe's food and don't kill these obedient orcs, I don't care whether you live or die.

But it’s obviously not possible to live like this.

Warchief Blackhand went to Gul'dan aggressively and asked: You bastard, what about the demon lord who promised to have unlimited power and benefit all things? tmd Draenor has become like this, please tell me what to do!

Facing the angry warchief, what could Gul'dan say, saying that he had also been deceived, that the devil had escaped and that he had been jumped by an immortal?

There's no other way. It's only a day that can be deceived. Let's fool him first.

Just when the Horde was about to be destroyed together with the broken Draenor, the demon responded to Gul'dan again. The excited Gul'dan declared to Black Hand that he had discovered a new world that could not only ensure that the whole clan had food and clothing, but also be satisfied. Their desire to kill. But to get there, you first need to build a huge portal.

Until the Dark Portal opens, the first war is about to break out. Blackhand leads the warriors of the Horde through the Dark Portal. They want to obtain a new land for the Horde, a land that will not be destroyed like Draenor.

Now it is the third year since the Dark Portal was opened, and Warchief Blackhand is engaged in a fierce battle with the humans in the Kingdom of Stormwind in Redridge Mountains.

………………

Nergo opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar environment around him. He touched his face and said, "It doesn't look right."

He immediately stood up and looked around, a simple tent, a somewhat dirty animal skin, and a world like an abyss.

There seems to be something wrong with this environment. According to common sense, I should enter the illusion as a passer-by in the state of my soul body, but is it possible that there is something wrong with the illusion now?

Realizing that he might be in some trouble, Nergo immediately sat down and accepted the memory.

Well, now the trouble is a bit big, Nergo finally knows why he appears here alone.

In memory, as in the original plot, Nelgo is a Warsong orc serving under Grommash, and everything is exactly as it happened in reality.

So when did the change happen?

At the Throne of the Elements, Nelgo did not meet Sylvanas. His carelessness made him drunk in a mess during the Kershharg Festival. When he realized that Gul'dan would attack the Throne of the Elements, it was already too late.

The Wrath of the Elements who were attacked naturally fell into a rage. They made the seasons and weather in Draenor a mess. The cold Frostfire Ridge was covered in heat waves, while the hot and dry Tanaan Jungle was covered in snow...

The subsequent plot was the same as what he remembered from World of Warcraft. Gul'dan blended into the Shadowmoon clan, Ner'zhul called on the orcs to attack the draenei, the tribe was established, the draenei territory fell, and he drank the blood of demons...

In this fantasy world, he changed nothing in the end. In this fantasy world, even Grommash chose to ignore Nergo's persuasion because he lost himself in the face of the power of demon blood.

Now it is the third year since he became disheartened and lived in the wilderness. He did not accept Gul'dan's "gift", nor did he become a warlock like other shamans. He still adheres to the way of shamanism, although the elements has refused to respond to him.

"Okay, this is a catastrophic start." Nergo muttered, "This is basically the worst scenario I can think of."

"But, in a sense, have I become the strongest shaman in Draenor?" Nergo smiled mockingly. This can be regarded as a psychological comfort. It's strange that things are not that bad...

Rubbing his stomach, his hunger drove him to leave here and find some food. At this time when the whole world was starving, even wild boars were corrupted by demonic power and became inedible.

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There was a lot of magic and ruthless work, and even the insects that could fill the stomach were dug up by the black hands.

Looking at it now, at least the Hellfire Peninsula is uninhabitable. Nergo spat on the ground. Even this poor place is not as clean as his spit. If he wants to survive, he still has to go to Nagrand.

In his impression, Nagrand seems to have preserved a large area of ​​grassland, and there should be some wild animals surviving there.

But this was not an easy task. Nergo did not have a warg or a wind element to assist him. He found a dead tree, broke off a section of it to use as a staff, and then picked up his bag and walked toward the west. go.

I don’t know how long he walked, and the time that passed may be measured in years. He survived by eating bugs and some harmless plants along the way. Sometimes he even swallowed wild boars contaminated by demonic blood. In short, , Nergo finally saw the grassland in front of him.

In this chaotic world, Nagrand is the only place that is still somewhat popular. Looking at the ruined scorched earth behind him, Nergo couldn't help feeling sad, but looking at his face, he smiled instead.

"Dear Draenor, the products are abundant but I can't eat? Draenor, the great place, is bustling with people but now it's hard to find a human being?"

He never expected that Draenor would become like this. How long has it been since he walked in the realm of Draenor for so long that living creatures that can even breathe are rare. Of course, if those demon-blood boars If you think about it, that's still a bit.

Nergo, who was already a little hungry and red-eyed at this time, had a ferocious expression on his face. He sat in front of the corpse of the Tapu sheep he had just killed while eating and cursing. After being hungry for so long, the depression and anger in his heart were in urgent need of relief. No one knew who he was cursing, except an orc.

"Shut up!"

A brown-skinned orc like him who was hiding in the darkness jumped out, "You actually insulted my father!"

Nergo was stunned and looked at him. This orc looked familiar, maybe he had seen it before in the Warsong Clan or at the Kershhag Festival.

"Brown skin, Mag'har orcs, right?" Nergo stood up, took a few deep breaths and then cursed angrily: "Then you should know what the world has become now! You said I scolded you? Father? What I am cursing is Blackhand, Kargath, and every orc chief. Damn it, isn’t it because of them that Draenor is like this? All the orcs who drank demon blood for their ambition should kowtow in front of me. Apologize!"

Nergo became more and more excited as he talked. He pointed at the half-eaten Tapu sheep and asked: "Do you know? Even when I was an orphan, I was not hungry for three days. How long have I been hungry now? I don't even know. You know! I’ve only seen such a pure beast since I came to Nagrand, and it turns out it’s still a cub!”

"Don't you think those idiots should be scolded for turning the rich Draenor into this? At first they said the draenei were the enemy, then they said the elements were the enemy, and now they say there are enemies in the other world as well. Oh, there's only one enemy. One of them is dead, how many orcs are alive?”

Nergo roared angrily: "In my opinion, they are the enemies of the orcs. The disease and disaster spreading all over the world are evidence of their crimes!"

"You said I scolded your father, come on, come on, tell me who your father is, and I'll scold him a few more times, just for the sake of your filial piety!"

The orc was speechless for a while and just lowered his head silently without saying a word. His appearance made Nergo feel bored. After a while, he said, "Here, eat something. Look how thin you are." Nergo took a piece of sheep. The leg was thrown to him, and then she ignored him.

"Ah?" He was a little surprised and silently picked up the leg of lamb. After a while, he asked: "Why do you still give me food if you hate me so much?"

"Idiot." Nergo glanced at him, "Is it you that I hate? What I hate is the people who make me unable to eat and live in a house. They live freely in another world and ask me to be grateful. Man, those orcs have done all the harm to my family, and they ended up living a good life outside, and I can’t scold them for leaving them here to suffer?”

"As for you." Nergo smiled contemptuously, "You are a suffering person like me. Why should I hate you? You are the one who makes it difficult for me to live a good life? How can you do this?"

"Then you just scolded me..."

"I'm scolding you because you're stupid. Am I wrong? People have good food and drink. You can just suffer the pain if you want. Others can't control you. If I say a few words to him, it's like scolding your own father. This is urgent for you, do you think you deserve to be scolded?"

"That was my father," he said to Nergo, blushing.

"Oh, then I'm really sorry." Nergo sneered and ignored him.

"Why don't you go home?" Nergo asked after eating and drinking, looking at the orc who was staying there: "Can you be addicted to being scolded?"

"Then why don't you reply?" he asked.

Nergo sneered: "Did you see the big cloth bag next to me? That's my home."

"Are you living in the wild?" he exclaimed.

Nergo snorted, "What else do you think? Little Chief."

"Are you an exile?" he asked cautiously. If he hadn't asked this question, it might have been interpreted as a provocation.

"I exiled them." Nergo said with a sneer: "I persuaded the chief, and I also tried hard to save this land, but what was the result?"

"How can you save this Draenor with only your ambition and flesh and blood?"

After merging the memories, Nergo sometimes wondered if everything he did failed, whether he would become a homeless orc just like what happened in this illusion.

He was a little speechless, but he also wanted to know what happened to this orc. Isolated in Galadar, he had always known very little about the outside world, "What's your name."

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"Nergo," he answered.

"What a coincidence, I have a friend also named..." At this point, his voice became smaller and smaller, "Are you the Nergo from the Warsong Orcs?"

"Blue eyes." He stared at Nergo carefully, "Yes, that's right."

"It's me." Nergo said angrily, "Then you should be Garrosh."

"Little bald head."

"I'm not bald, I have hair!" he retorted loudly: "Also, don't touch my head."

But Garrosh reacted again. He looked directly at Nergo and asked a series of questions: "What happened? Didn't you go to the New World? Aren't you a shaman?"

"Shaman? Does someone who can't use the power of elements deserve to be called a shaman?" Nergo smiled mockingly, "I thought I could change my destiny, but I didn't change anything. I refused to drink the blood of the devil. , I left the Warsong clan."

Nergo briefly told Garrosh his experience, but he was a little unbelievable, "Impossible, how could my... my father and my people..."

"Nothing is impossible." Nergo snorted, "The fact that I am here already explains the problem."

"No, I want to go back to the clan and ask my father." After Garrosh said this, he was given a bucket of cold water by Nelgo, "Okay, you go, go to Hellfire Peninsula, the Warsong Orcs are there, take a look. Can you make it?"

"By the way, you'd better bring more food, because I just came back from there, and even the bugs were caught and eaten in that place."

"Come back from there?" Garrosh asked him: "Then are you here because of what news my father brought me?"

"Thinking too much." Nergo gently pushed away the approaching Garrosh, "I came because that place has become a hell and it is unbearable for people to live. I came to Nagrand just to find a way to survive. "

Garrosh looked disappointed. The blow of reality made him feel a little depressed. There was nothing he could do about it. His people had become monsters. According to Nergo, they even regarded killing each other as an honor. This was unprecedented in the history of the orcs. There had never, never been a war between two clans.

"Nergo, I know you are a shaman. You have something to do, right?"

"Yes, I do." Nergo had a weird smile on his face, "Since they don't want me to live, then I don't want them to live either."

"What are you going to do?" Garrosh was afraid of the current Nergo for some reason.

"The tribe has been established for 11 years, and the orcs have suffered for 11 years." Nergo felt the anger and fire in this body for 11 years. He wanted to release him, and he wanted Gul'dan and those who didn't want them to live. People look at it and say, "Can abandoned people like me use my fists to punch out the demon blood in their bodies! Only if they die can Draenor have any hope of getting better."

The fifth year after the Dark Portal opened.

Suddenly there was a rumor in Nagrand: an orc dressed in cloth was holding a wooden staff and he and his followers were going around treating the orcs and persuading them to return to their shamanistic faith.

For this self-proclaimed shaman, unlike the disdain and disdain in other areas, the people of Nagrand have been more or less favored by him, although his medical skills and herbal medicine may sometimes not save the people, although his blessings and blessings are actually It was of no use, but everyone still respected him.

After all, compared to those aloof guys and the warlocks who are far away from the clan and can only go crazy, this shaman is at least trying to deceive them to make them feel that there is hope for everything. At least he really wants them to get better.

Even if he wants to win them over and sacrifice their lives, it's much better than the tribal chiefs who don't regard them as human beings, isn't it?

Another year passed, 6 years after the Dark Portal opened. The once arrogant Black Hand was already dead. The newly appointed warchief was his former adjutant. The enemies of the tribe were also faced from the first war. The Kingdom of Stormwind became an alliance between the human kingdoms, the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, and the dwarf kingdom.

Warchief Orgrim was betrayed by Gul'dan on the eve of victory. He led a large number of soldiers to the Tomb of Sargeras, causing the tribe's army to suffer a huge defeat. Of course, these were for the ordinary orcs in Draenor. They didn't know. They only knew that the warchief in another world sent a herald to Draenor to recruit troops. He wanted to mobilize reinforcements from various clans to go to Azeroth.

Orgrim got his wish, until in Nagrand.

The expected soldiers did not exist, and the messenger sent out for more than two years instead handed him a letter. The Mag'har orcs wrote in the letter: "If you think we are compatriots, then you should take a look at Germany. What kind of hell are the compatriots of Llano living in now? If you think that we are not compatriots, then there is no need for us to follow your orders and participate in the war. When we bleed, we are reminded of us, but where are we when we enjoy wealth? ?”