World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

"Ah! Ha!"

The monster's roar made Nergo feel more vigilant. His eyes that had been lowered immediately became as sharp as an eagle, and he clenched the ax in his hand, fully prepared for the battle.

Are there any monsters who dare to act recklessly in this sacred land?

The monster gradually approached and roared with unknown meaning from its mouth.

Nergo recognized him, the white ghost orc.

"A mouse that can only hide underground is worthy of crawling out of the ground? Or in the Holy Mountain." Nergo was quite disdainful, what is it? Do you also deserve this piece of teeth and claws?

The white ghost orcs are very skinny. Compared to normal orcs, their bodies are almost so thin that the bones can be seen. These zombie-like cruel creatures showed their true nature as soon as they saw Nergo.

He waved his arms randomly, and Nergo, who had good eyesight, also saw the evil power entangled in it.

An ominous purple light shone on it, and he opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of fangs.

Nergo doesn't want to be bitten by such monsters, who knows if they can infect him like zombies.

Even if it wasn't contagious, it was enough to keep him away from such disgusting things.

Boom!

A flash of lightning flashed across the dark sky at night, and the wind element in the air immediately hovered over his ax, creating streaks of thunder in the air.

Sprinting down from the top of the mountain, with a powerful swing of the battle ax, one of the White Ghost Orc's arms was easily cut off.

Sylvanas frowned slightly, "Is this thing so weak in combat effectiveness?"

Chromie couldn't explain much. He was usually responsible for the timeline of Azeroth, and he wasn't too familiar with the customs and customs of Draenor.

Is this a win? Thinking of this, Nergo couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

A mocking smile.

However, being related to the void, one of the Forces, the White Ghost Orcs are naturally not that easy to deal with.

The cold, crazily whispering spell was released from one of his mutilated arms. When facing this spell, Nergo seemed to feel the greetings from the evil god from outside the universe.

In other words, this is simply the energy of the most evil magic.

Although his destructive power may not be strong, it even seems weaker than secondary powers such as earth, fire, water, and wind.

But this does not mean that he is harmless to humans and animals.

Confusing people's hearts, driving them into madness, corroding and transforming them. This is the terrifying thing about the power of the void.

For a moment, some whispers began to appear in Nelgo's heart. These whispers were small but impossible to ignore.

He tried to hear what it was saying but couldn't hear it at all.

In desperation, Nergo beat his own war drum. The war drum made from the head of an ogre was made into a drum with the effect of bloodthirsty magic according to the clan's tradition. The effect was activated, and the anger in his heart resisted the madness from the void magic to a certain extent.

But the crisis was not over yet. The purple ball was about to touch his face. Nergo jumped and narrowly avoided it. Looking carefully, the spell disappeared quietly when it hit the ground, as if it had never been there before. Same.

"When are you going to help him?" Seeing that things were going well, Chromie was a little relieved. When Sylvanas officially came into contact with Nergo, he could return to the Cave of Time and return to life.

"There's no rush." ​​Sylvanas watched Nergo's fighting style with interest, "I'll show up when he's in the most danger. Then he'll have to thank me."

Summon Lightning, Bloodthirst, Storm Strike, Lightning Bolt, Slam.

"The bravery of an ordinary man has no clever skills at all." Regarding Nergo's fighting style, Sylvanas also gave her own evaluation unceremoniously.

"A spell caster is simply more reckless than the most reckless warrior." Sylvanas said casually: "It's like a large dwarf."

Large dwarf?

Chromie was stunned for a moment, but he couldn't help but laugh softly. This description was really appropriate.

Dwarves love strong drinks, and so do orcs.

Dwarves are more martial, orcs even more so.

Not to mention that dwarves like to dig holes and explore. Orcs are basically drilled out of earth holes.

Looking at it again, words such as impulsive, reckless, and rough can almost be used to describe them.

"Just a bow, a few arrows, and a target." Sylvanas said. "Also, an insignificant life."

She picked up the bow and arrow, tucked a strand of hair behind one ear, and walked straight to the top of the mountain behind her. She walked a long way before turning around.

On the top of the mountain, she waved to Chromie gracefully, while Nergo's "target" position was so far away that with Sylvanas's eyesight, he looked like a flying insect.

But she is still very confident in her archery skills. In countless timelines and all parallel worlds, Sylvanas is a ranger with superb archery skills.

Without exception.

Whoosh!

She starts shooting, the fluidity of her movements mesmerizing. He drew the arrow from the quiver, put it on the string, aimed, and released. It only took a moment for all five arrows to hit the target.

A smile crossed her lips.

She didn't know how many times she had gone through this kind of training, from wooden targets to wild beasts, from living people to dead people.

This time she will open the eyes of this reckless man from another world.

Despite the distance, her arrows were tightly focused on the target's head. Sylvanas tried hard to maintain a cold expression, but she still couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

When she finished shooting, looking at Chromie who was calm and calm, Sylvanas said, "How?"

The arrowheads of these five arrows are all nailed to a central point, which is the head of the White Ghost Orc.

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Two eyes, mouth, and two ears, the white ghost orc was shot with five arrows in succession.

Although she may have had the help of a well-crafted and extremely accurate bow and arrow, she was also quite capable in her own right.

"Beautiful archery." Chromie exclaimed, "But I have to remind you that your target is still there waiting for you."

Don't worry about showing off your skills. What's the use of showing off for a long time without leaving your name after saving someone.

Sylvanas nodded, she made some disguise for herself, and then she became as agile as a leopard.

Why disguise?

A foreigner with unknown origins and an obviously different appearance than others, is still a dead person.

The sum of these three characteristics is infinitely close to the word untrustworthy.

Sylvanas didn't want to leave so many bad labels. At the very least, she didn't want him to know that this was a dead person talking to him.

Looking at Nergo again, just as he was fighting with the white ghost orcs, a series of arrows suddenly flew towards him. Nergo's eyes widened and he thought to himself: "Where did the hidden arrows come from?"

Could it be the back-up reinforcements from the White Ghost Orcs?

Unexpectedly, these arrows shot into the head of the White Ghost Orc at the same time at strange and subtle angles, and as if to show off their skills, they shot right into his two eyes, mouth, and two ears.

Good archery skills!

Nergo couldn't help but want to give this archer a round of applause. As for his archery skills, even the best hunter he knew wouldn't be able to perform such a feat within his visual range. .

It was obvious that the White Ghost Orcs were completely dead.

So many deadly arrows made it impossible for him to stand up again.

"Heh, it looks like I saved an orc's life." A female voice came, her voice was very magnetic, nice and dangerous.

Nergo raised his eyes and scanned his body.

Dull golden hair, naturally falling on her shoulders.

The purple hood and black veil covered her face, making it difficult to see clearly. All that could be seen were blood-red eyes.

She is tall and looks like a battle-hardened woman, which also means she is dangerous.

At the same time, based on the pace of her walking, it is not difficult to see that this woman with elegant steps is also very agile, just like a black wolf.

Mysterious woman.

Nergo labeled her in his mind, and mysterious women generally represent trouble.

Just like the heroines in martial arts novels, the saints in fantasy novels, and the little girls in fantasy novels, they are all like a taunting buff after being attached to them, and they have to be guarded against.