World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

"I have to run, I need to get out of here." "We still have soldiers, we may not lose!"

"The orcs have already entered." "But they are not as big as our food, just a little bit!"

The ogre magician was speaking incoherently and had no idea of ​​organizing a counterattack. At this moment, he was so distraught that his mind was in a mess.

"Wind Slayer!" A bald ogre with strong muscles broke in. His face was still shiny with grease. From the outside, he looked like an elite with strong muscles and experienced many battles.

While serving at Highmaul, he was even able to exercise by pushing rocks weighing several tons without any help.

He growled: "It's Hellscream, the Hellscream that killed the King of Witchcraft. Let's go, we can't defend this place anymore."

There was a sentence that often appeared in novels a long time ago, called: A person's name is like a tree's shadow.

This is the case with Grommash. This orc has seemed to be against the Gorians since he was born. Even though he was defeated and captured, and his wife died, he could not stop his madness.

He even bit off the head of the Ogre King of Witchcraft alive.

The ogre magician looked at him blankly. This was the last legacy of his family. He was one of the 20 warriors sent to protect him. Moreover, he himself had served in the Gorian army and became a A centurion.

"Run? Yes, run, run." Hearing that the incoming orcs were Hellscream and his infamous Warsong clan, the ogre mage had already become timid, and even the last bit of courage had been lost.

The two ogres reached a consensus. He opened the door and rode on the wild boar prepared for him by the guards. Behind him were the warriors. These elite ogre soldiers were already his last wealth. If they were gone, In the future, I'm afraid I will just be like the untouchables I look down on now, sacrificing my life for a mouthful of grease.

Don't get me wrong, wild boars can indeed be used as mounts in ogre society.

There was killing everywhere in the camp, and the fanatical warriors of the orcs killed all the aliens wantonly, without any mercy.

These ogre soldiers who had not experienced much training panicked and could only throw away their spears randomly, and then picked up wooden sticks or hammer-like weapons to fight the heavily armed orcs.

Although ogres have many shortcomings, they never lack courage and have the same reckless habits as the orcs, and this is often the reason why they injure one thousand enemies and eight hundred themselves.

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Nergo holds the battle ax tightly in his hand. Like other orcs, his eyes are red and he is affected by the bloodthirsty spell. He is now filled with the desire for killing and smearing his whole body with the blood of his enemies for the sake of glory!

He panted, looking for his prey.

Countless broken arm remains were scattered on the ground, including those of orcs, ogres, and those about to fall...

Nergo roared angrily, and the war songs of the orc shamans echoed one after another, seeming to tell him, kill the enemy in front of you and use his blood to prove your bravery.

With the support of a gust of wind, Nergo sprinted forward a few steps, swung his axe, and jumped.

The eyes of the ogre in front of him were as wide as copper bells. The weapon in his hand had already disappeared. Maybe he had just thrown it as a spear?

The only "weapons" he can use now are a pair of fists, and using his fists to block an axe?

Not even the stupidest ogre would do this!

He panicked and tried to escape, but he was no match for Nergo, who had the help of the wind element. The orc's ax fell, and his face began to distort. The fists he waved randomly before his death did not even cause any damage. Didn't touch him.

After cutting off his head, Nergo became even more excited. A cavity of the ogre's blood sprayed on his face, and he raised the bloody ax high, "Blood!!!"

"I want—the blood of the ogre!!!"

At this moment, the wind element eagerly told the crazy orcs that there were powerful enemies ahead, and there were more than one. Nergo's eyes suddenly shone, and he chased towards the target with rapid strides.

The ogre magician rode on the wild boar and covered his huge body with the stained robe, as if this would prevent others from recognizing him.

But who wouldn’t recognize it? His robe had already betrayed him. No ordinary soldier would wear this, but even so, he did not throw it away. In his eyes, it seemed that having a robe could prove that he was still a noble man. It seems different from those untouchables.

"Damn orcs." He cast a spell and released a spike of rock, killing an orc standing in front of him. "Why are they still chasing me? These damn orcs and pariahs!"

Cursing loudly did not pluck up his courage, and he was still running away. The ogre warriors behind him just remained silent, following the ogre magician closely with footsteps as heavy as mountains.

"It's fast, it's fast." The wild boar is very fast, not to mention protected by twenty warriors. The ogre magician rarely encounters any trouble, although from time to time he is attacked because of their special and ostentatious team. The orc attack was a near miss.

"When we return to Highmaul, I will definitely..."

Just like their King of Witchcraft, the Ogre loves to give speeches. Although he spends most of his time making speeches, at least no one has time to spit at him at this time.

But unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, a stone-like object hit his mount in the face, causing the wild boar to scream in pain.

The huge force even knocked it off the wild boar's body.

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He became angry and asked, "Who? Who is it?"

He thought it was the dissatisfied warrior's anger towards him, but when he saw it clearly, his panic was palpable.

That was the head of an ogre, and its wide eyes seemed to be staring at him, telling him about his misery, and seemed to be questioning him, it was his incompetence that led to all the tragedies.

He kicked away the dead-looking head and said, "Let's go, let's go quickly."

Regardless of those warriors, he mounted the wild boar and started running away.

"Want to run? Where are you going!?" Nergo yelled, "Don't let these ogres go!"

Regardless of anything else, he caught up with the ax and his speed was almost the same as that of the wild boar.

This is worthy of the orc's physical fitness.

When the surrounding orcs heard the movement here, they swarmed forward. Although the ogre warriors were brave, there were too many orcs, and they could only parry, and they were unable to keep up with the ogre magicians.

The orc was close to catching up with him. He panicked and ordered the wild boar under him to run faster.

"Damn it, run faster!" he ordered.

But he still couldn't distance himself from that bloodthirsty little monster. He pressed forward step by step, and the wind elements around him loved him so much that they made him even faster and faster.

"That's enough, you annoying bastard!"

"rock!"

Three rocks weighing two tons were created by him, and these boulders were thrown towards Nergo like cannonballs.

Nergo let out a low roar, and kept running forward without stopping.