World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Azeroth, another timeline.

This year it's already the Dark Portal...well, there is no Dark Portal. The biggest difference between this timeline and the main timeline is that the orcs didn't come at all.

However, although the absence of the orcs changed many events, there are still some events that it cannot change.

For example, the rise of the Scourge. In this catastrophe, the destructive power of the Scourge was even more terrifying than in the original timeline. Almost half of the world was tortured by the Lich King's reign of terror.

At that time, there was no pressure from the orcs, and the so-called alliance was just a non-existent force. It was not until the end of the war that the kings and nobles with their own evil intentions united to unite the dwarf clans and Quel'Thalas in the name of the descendants of Arathor. The kingdom attacks Icecrown Citadel.

And after the death of the Lich King, the other half of the world was not spared.

Without the Shaman of Salvation and his Earthen Ring organization, Deathwing's sudden attack could be described as a blow to the remaining people of Azeroth.

At the same time, under the conspiracy of Deathwing, the king of Alterac has completely trusted himself, the "loyal" Lord Prestor, and has begun to secretly reuse talents recommended by the Black Dragon King.

The capital of the Eastern Kingdom, the former Kingdom of Lordaeron, is now in the Undercity.

Sylvanas, the Banshee King, sat lazily on her throne and casually asked her ministers, "Veronara, do you really believe they will tolerate us?"

Once the Ranger of Quel'Thalas, now the Dark Ranger, Veronara has always been known as the ruthless "Black Rose" among her colleagues, but in the face of the Banshee King who saved her, she is still It's a bit restrictive.

"After all, we are facing a powerful enemy." She secretly glanced at Sylvanas, the ruler of this kingdom, who was still as elegant as before, even though her smooth skin that was once full of vitality had turned gray. The long hair that once shone like gold has withered and faded. The once dazzling blue-gray eyes were now as scarlet as smoldering coals.

"Yes, the enemy is at hand." Sylvanas sighed, "The devil's servants, Deathwing and his cultists, and even the elemental creatures, they all have ambitions for this world."

Sylvanas picked up the perfume on the side and threw it to Veronara, "But the whole world, except the goblins, they still regard us victims as enemies and monsters."

Verona Lara's strong skills naturally prevented her from being unable to catch the perfume and causing the perfume to spill all over the floor. She skillfully sprayed it on her body to cover up the rotten smell on her body.

"The goblin's latest product," she thought to herself.

"Now they actually admit that we are one of them and residents of this world. We have the right to live in the sun and the obligation to fight with them against the crises facing the world?" Sylvanas sneered, "Then I can I have to thank them, they turned out to be so good to me. I am really touched." There seemed to be a glimmer of light in Sylvanas's scarlet eyes.

Feeling the power of the banshee's wail, Veronara remained unmoved, even though the nearby environment had become a mess in her wail.

"When I became the Forsaken, no Thalassian was willing to accept my friendship, as if I, the ranger general who died to protect them, was worthless." Veronara noticed that she only had a small hand in her hand. He was holding a letter, but the letter was quickly placed aside by Sylvanas in a candle and burned completely by the fire.

Veronara did not speak. She was also one of the rangers who died during the invasion of Alsace. She was also one of the monsters that outsiders called monsters.

She also understood how Sylvanas felt.

"Then now, my sister." Sylvanas returned to her normal look from her slightly gloomy look, "Oh, I should call her Ranger General. She said she missed me?"

"Tsk." Sylvanas sneered at this. She longed for family affection, and she also wanted to see her sister again, but definitely not under such a conspiracy.

"I am already a dead person. I should have ended my cursed life long before Arthas died." Sylvanas said, "But what should you do? As humans want, let them take care of themselves. Cannon fodder, just throw it away after use and continue shouting about beating and killing?"

"We have always been just arrows in your quiver." Veronara thought to herself. Sylvanas has never been called "loving soldiers like children" or "merciful". She was known to be ruthless when she was alive. This kind of ruthlessness means that she will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals.

Veronara didn't hate this feeling. She knew that she might just be a more precious arrow, but as Sylvanas said, they should have died long ago.

The reason why they are alive is because the Banshee Queen still has a use for them, that's all.

But this is a misunderstanding, and Sylvanas's attitude toward the Forsaken is ambivalent.

On the one hand, she was a bit unscrupulous, which made the Salas people who originally died in the battle with her fully feel: It's right, and sure enough, she still used us as arrows.

But on the other hand, her sense of responsibility and protection of the forgotten people made the forgotten people feel the warmth they had not seen for a long time, especially now that their family members once regarded them as monsters, these "family members" who also died And Sylvanas, the "parent", is particularly valuable.

"I don't believe them, and they know I don't believe them, but they still pretend to believe us, just to make us cannon fodder." Sylvanas waved her hand, as if to disperse some dirty Filthy breath, "If it weren't for the threat of Deathwing, I would really like to destroy them with plague and make them like us."

I hope that after you become cursed undead creatures, you can stand on the moral high ground and point your fingers at your compatriots: Why don't you monsters die! ?

The race that gave birth to such a disgusting monster as the Lich King should be wiped out by the plague!

"Everything is for Azeroth." Veronara realized her mistake after saying this. For Azeroth? What does Azeroth look like and what does it have to do with the Forsaken?

They are dead people, and they live to avenge the Lich King and obey the Banshee King, just like the former Great Apothecary. If he had not betrayed the Banshee King and colluded with the devil, he would probably have been forgotten at this time. The hero of the writer.

After all, he used a specially prepared plague to hurt the Lich King.

"Yes, for Azeroth." Sylvanas nodded, which shocked Veronara, but she didn't say anything. She just waited quietly for her next words.

"Deathwing must die, but I will not let the Forsaken be buried with that mad dragon." Sylvanas promised Veronara: "I will leave for a while, and when I come back, I will Bring new allies, and you will be in charge of the affairs of the Forsaken during this time."

"Don't let me down, don't let the Forgotten become pawns," she said, "especially don't be coerced by the alliance's high-sounding righteousness."

New allies?

One answer after another flashed through Veronara's mind.

Dwarves, humans, blood elves, night elves...

They are located in far different places, but the only thing they have in common is that they almost all regard them as monsters.

Can this also be an ally?

She decisively denied these answers.

So who will they be?

Veronara was lost in thought.