World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

"Are you okay?" Several orcs came over and helped Nergo up.

"I'm fine, just a little tired. Go and see if they can get up." Nergo said, pointing to the unlucky orcs who were knocked away by the clefthoof cow.

Just now, after releasing that lightning, he felt weak and full of fatigue.

But it still excited him.

Although other orcs said that he was a child blessed by the elements, it was not until today that he released a true spell.

"Could it be that this is a cheat?"

Nergo pondered in his mind, maybe he was destined to be called this, right? I just want him to be like Thrall, exorcise demons, and create an elemental tribe.

Although the elements are not the best in the power system of Warcraft, they are even very low.

But this is also a supernatural ability after all, isn’t it?

And as long as he chats and communicates with the element more often, and pays attention not to be brainwashed by others, the element is actually not bad.

"Nergo, five are dead and four are seriously injured!" Tazzag shouted, pulling Nergo out of his thoughts.

"You just saved me." Tazage pointed at the cleft-hoofed cow whose face could not be seen clearly and exclaimed: "With just a wave of his hand, a bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air. You are a real shaman."

"It's a pity for those good guys." He looked regretful, but when hunting, someone would always bleed.

Today it is them, tomorrow it may be someone else.

I often walk by the river without getting my shoes wet.

The meaning of their bloodshed is to stop more orcs from bleeding, not to let them stay here in vain.

All we can say is that in the end they will get a glorious burial.

"Two of you go back to find the Beast King and let them carry it away. The rest of you and I will bury their bodies." Nergo was silent for a while. Over the years in the Warsong Clan, he has become accustomed to putting aside his cowardice and doubts. .

Only on rare occasions did he have the weak thought of fear.

Although some people died, they could be considered as having a glorious death in battle.

As the boss in the Steel Pier said, "Blood and glory, Zogsh. This is the creed of the orcs."

No one can ensure that they or others will not bleed. The only thing that can ensure is to return them the honor and prevent others from dying.

Weakness only brings weakness and shame.

"Did you really hunt the Clefthoof Ox?" Grogorok looked surprised. Although he had heard Nergo's boastful words before, he had not taken them seriously before and only regarded them as Nergo's boast.

Bragging was no big deal, he also boasted, and even boasted that he could kill a hundred ogres in a row.

But what he didn't expect was.

Everyone in the conference is bragging, why are you the only one taking it seriously? It’s outrageous to realize it!

Grogorok thought that this expression was a bit complicated. He pulled the wolf cavalry aside and said to him: "Can our wolf warriors take away this big guy?"

"I'm afraid there are some difficulties." The wolf cavalry looked helpless. "It's too big. It may be the largest clefthoof I have ever seen."

What else could Grogorok say? Did you lead a team of hard workers when you said you had known I would come?

"Go back and find a team of hard workers, the ones with strong strength." After Grogorok said that, a wolf cavalry left and went straight to Gromash'er.

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Grommash Hellscream is a relatively thin orc with brown skin and long shawl hair. Except for an iron armor piece on his right shoulder and an arm armor on his left hand, The only thing on his body that can be called armor is the belt on his body.

Nergo looked carefully at the legendary orc chief who was dubbed the "Lord of Iron Will".

Not very old, about 20 years old? But neither Nergo nor the other Warsong orcs dare to look down upon him. You must know that he has been placed high hopes by the previous chief since he was a child. He can solve any challenge in the clan well.

After he succeeded to the throne, he also expanded aggressively, making the living space for the ogres of Highmaul smaller and smaller.

Heart of a Giant is truly worthy of its name.

"That clefthoof cow was killed by your spell?" he said softly.

After the peon arrived, they spent a long time carrying him back to Grommashr. It was obvious that they no longer needed to hunt the rest of the prey.

Moreover, because of their performance when hunting the Clefthoof, Chief Hellscream specially summoned him, which is why he appears here now.

"It's not a spell, but it was indeed killed by the power of the elements." Nergo nodded, and the surrounding wind elements turned into a small ball of lightning and condensed into a small ball that appeared in his palm.

Although he didn't dare to use the extremely expensive lightning like before, there was no problem in using the wind element to condense a small lightning ball.

"Well, it seems that the matter of letting you go to the Throne of Elements can no longer be postponed." Grommash stared at Nergo. This was not the first time he had seen him. After Nergo showed that he might be He had already begun to pay attention to and get in touch with the potential of the shaman.

"I will become an excellent shaman." Nergo did not hesitate, nor did he say anything about just staying in the clan.

In his opinion, if he could not obtain enough strength before Gul'dan and the devil's conspiracy was implemented, then his time travel was really unnecessary.

After all, you were unlucky before you wore it, and you will still be unlucky after time travel.

So what’s the use of whether you can travel through time or not? It's still a waste of time.

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"I'm looking forward to your return after completing your studies." Grommash picked up a bag of wine, "Would you like some?"

"You can try it." Nergo took the wine bag handed by Gromash and took a sip, but he didn't expect that the wine tasted so hot.

"Ahem, cough, cough." Nergo's cough made Grommash grin.

"First time drinking?"

Nergo shook his head, "I drank a little before, but not to this extent."

"Orcs just want to drink strong liquor." Grommash took a sip of wine and wiped his mouth, "Have you ever heard of the ogre mage?"

"I've heard something." Nergo was quite familiar with those fat men. "Those arcane fat men are very dangerous."

"Of course." Grommash snorted, "Their mage can use spells to blow up a mountain in one go."

"And there are a lot of these mages."

Nergo vowed, "So what? Never be weak. This is what you have always taught us."

"You don't need to remind me." Grommash reorganized his thoughts, "I'm not saying this because I'm afraid of them, but I want to say..."

"The shaman told me that you are very talented in communicating with the elements. They think you will become the most powerful shaman in the clan. I have high hopes for you. I hope you can learn something in the Throne of the Elements that will help me once and for all. A spell to get rid of those annoying fat guys." Grommash seemed to be thinking of someone, which made him a little angry.

His eyes were red, a sign of the orc's violent talent.

"Their empire was solved by a shaman hundreds of years ago." Nergo, who had a somewhat rosy face, said with a smile: "I believe that I will awaken their ancient fear of the elements."

"Perhaps twenty years from now I can proudly tell Garrosh that there is no place for ogres in all of Nagrand?"

Twenty years? That's right, let alone the ogres at that time, the world was played to pieces by the Burning Legion and the Warlocks, and the orcs and ogres in Nagrand together made up a village.

Nelgo said drunkenly: "Maybe then you should call yourself King Grommash, the King of Nagrand."

Grommash stared at Nergo's eyes, and Nergo stared at him. The only difference was that Grommash was digging into his thoughts, while Nergo just looked at him quietly, as if waiting. It's like he spoke first.

"Go back and pack your things and leave tomorrow." Grommash waved his hand, signaling Nergo to leave.

"I don't like silly boys who can only brag." Just as Nelgo was about to walk out the door, Grommash's voice reached his ears. He stopped and turned around with a confident smile, " Another name for a shaman is a prophet.”