World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

In the first few years after traveling through time, Nergo often fantasized about his coming-of-age ceremony.

Should he hunt the Tabu sheep alone like Durotan in the novel, or hunt a wind roc in an ingenious way?

Or the unprecedented hunting of giant beasts like thunder elephants and clefthoof cattle.

And now, on the morning of the second day after returning to the clan, Nergo had already set off to find his prey.

Unlike before, this time he had no help from other orcs and no protection from armor.

The rite of passage allows orcs to carry only one weapon and not wear any armor.

Of course, there are not loopholes to be found here.

For example, hide the armor in advance in the wild where no one can find it.

With armor, the difficulty of the coming-of-age ceremony will instantly change from a five-person version to a simple upgrade task.

Or prepare a dead prey early and smear its blood on your face during the adult ceremony.

After all, those shamans judge the completion of the ritual based on the blood on your face, and the smell of blood from a long-dead person is no different from that of a newly killed person.

"My glory is not cheating." Nergo snorted. He might not be a good person, and he might even become a butcher in the future.

But at the very least, he didn't want to deceive himself.

Open your mouth for glory, shut up for victory, but you are a poor guy who even needs to cheat on your coming-of-age ceremony?

That's really...

Forgive Nergo for not being able to think of any adjectives for a while, but he didn’t have time to think about it.

Walking straight along the road in front of the wooden gate of Gromash'er, Nergo saw the remains of many dead beasts and the wind rocs feasting on them.

Nergo had no intention of disturbing these scavengers, and his hunting target was not these birds.

Havalor is just northeast of Gromashr. Nergo walked along the opened road for seven days and nights. If he hadn't had a magic bag, he would have run out of food.

But Nergo's target was not the residence of the Burning Blade clan, but the high ground near their clan.

A place called Hemet's happy hunting ground in the parallel world of 6.0. Hunters for a living, or warriors of the clan often lead young men here to hunt wild beasts, but the wild beasts here still maintain a rather large population. The number, whether it is the black wolf known as the Prowler of Nagrand, their enemy Fengpeng, or the leisurely Tabu sheep.

As long as Nergo wants, he can find the most suitable prey here.

Don't ask why he needs to go so far, because there are the most types of prey here. The prey close to home either does not meet his requirements or is too strong for him to attack.

Nergo approached the high ground and looked up. Not surprisingly, this was his destination.

Beasts of different sizes and types live together on the highlands. Occasionally, you can find their traces on the mountain roads, including their excrement, blood stains left by wild wolves, and gnawed by Tapu sheep. Fallen bark...

Nergo took a deep breath and smelled the smell in the air carefully.

As orcs, they naturally have an extremely keen sense of smell. With the help of this sense of smell, orcs do not even need to see the enemy clearly in night battles, they only need to smell their scent.

Nergo looked at the sunset and decided to finish his hunt tonight.

"Huh?" Nergo suddenly smelled something. He ran to a clearing and suddenly found the excrement of a wild wolf!

Not far away.

The Warsong clan often regards themselves as wolves, so why not use the blood of these guys for his coming-of-age ceremony? The blood of these wolves will be the proof of his adulthood!

Nergo followed the tracks and the scent of the wolves and moved forward steadily.

Nearing a cliff, Nergo spotted them.

"What a vicious creature." Nergo thought to himself.

At this time, Nergo was hiding behind a big tree, quietly sticking his head out to look around.

As he expected, these black wolves were the notorious Nagrand Prowlers. Like their relatives in Frostfire Ridge, these wolves were at the top of the beast food chain in Draenor.

Nergo counted briefly and found that there were at least five wolves in this pack.

Maybe they are all one family?

And the most important thing is that their wolf pack is fighting another beast.

"God-given opportunity." Nergo murmured to himself. He picked up the ax and was ready to rush out and kill a black wolf, then take away its body while it was not paying attention, and then ate the raw meat.

He observed the battle between the wolves and Fengpeng.

Fengpeng's claws are highly poisonous, as evidenced by this effect, which is called the Infected Claw in the game.

But wolves are not easy to mess with. They are united and know how to cooperate.

For a time, the two were evenly matched.

Watching the shadows getting longer and longer with the sunset, Nergo was a little impatient. He was already very hungry, and he couldn't wait to taste the taste of wolf meat.

Now, if he is a warrior, then what he wants to think about now is how to hide his figure, sneak up on him, kill him with a fatal blow, and finally find a way to escape.

However, Nergo took a deep breath, stood up, and took another look at the fighting place, "I am a shaman..."

"Is the elemental spirit here?" Nergo felt the elemental spirit's eagerness and immediately issued the command, "Lightning Bolt!"

Looking at the wailing prey that was hit by lightning, Nergo roared and jumped out from behind the tree.

Ouch! ! !

The wolves roared, but Nergo was not afraid at all. A gust of wind quickly rushed into the battlefield propelled by the wind element.

Nergo couldn't help grinning, he raised his ax and slashed hard.

The surrounding wind elements seemed to be helping him complete the beheading. The ax he had carefully polished could be said to be extremely sharp, and it cut through the beast's neck protected by its thick fur.

It's like cutting a piece of cooked meat.

Blood spurted out, and the bright red sticky liquid splashed all over Nergo. He was smiling, but extremely ferocious.

Staining his body with the blood of his first independent kill was part of the ritual, and now that his ritual was complete, the wolf's blood not only flowed through his body, but on his surface.

At this moment, he was even more like a wolf than those wolves.

A bloodthirsty Nagrand wolf wearing orc skin.

In front of the more powerful wolf, these beasts began to hesitate. They knew that the attacked companion could no longer survive.

Moreover, the thunder and lightning controlled by Nergo also aroused fear in their hearts.

Nergo sneered, "A beast is a beast!"

He picked up the wolf's body and began to move, retreat, turn, and run.