World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

"Are you so confident?" Sylvanas raised her eyebrows.

Who is Gul'dan's master? That was the Burning Legion, an organized and energetic gang that destroyed countless worlds.

From the Titan Pantheon to ordinary planets, which one has not caused them disaster?

Of course, for Sylvanas, the deepest impression on the Legion is undoubtedly Archimonde the Defiler.

Alone (a demon), he destroyed Dalaran with a spell, and then went to the continent of Kalimdor himself, almost destroying the night elves' world tree.

"To be honest, I don't have much confidence." Nergo also said it bluntly. He even fought for his life against Gul'dan, who had just become a warlock. He was lying if he said he could kill the Legion.

"It's so honest that you can't be disgusted with." Sylvanas put her cheek on one hand and looked at him and said.

"Since you don't have confidence, you still dare to use them as prey?" Sylvanas asked curiously.

"Otherwise? Watching the tribesmen treat them as dogs?" Nergo sneered. Dogs are a good thing and he likes them too, but this dog can't be him.

He can raise and train dogs, but he can't be a dog.

"Even if you lose, it's a big deal and you'll die." Nergo said casually.

He was lucky to live for more than ten years, so what else could he choose? If there is a chance after death that his soul is not taken away by the Legion, he can even enter the Shadow Realm. At that time, death will be just a new beginning for him.

"Then you're not afraid?" Sylvanas was very curious. She had met many warriors who considered themselves brave. Each one of them had sworn that they were not afraid of death, could face everything calmly, and were not afraid of anything. But how could they really do that? At that time, they didn't even dare to die in the simplest way.

She was curious, was Nergo really not afraid?

"I'm afraid. Who is not afraid of death? Let's talk about you. If you are really about to die, will you still hope that you can survive and enjoy the warmth of the world?" Nergo asked.

Who can be a human being but wants to be a skeleton? If you drink water, you have to spill it all over the floor, and if the meat passes through your mouth, it won’t taste good.

Sylvanas hesitated for a moment, but still nodded. After her death, she also thought that if she successfully resisted Arthas' attack and she was still alive, would her family and friends not be able to survive? Will look at her like this.

"Look, you're afraid too, right?" Nergo smiled, "I'm just a mortal. I like to arrogantly enjoy the cheers of others, and greedily want to take away everything I want. Naturally, I'm also afraid. dead."

He said: "But I am more afraid of dying silently in an unknown corner."

That would only mean that you are a waste, and it doesn't matter whether you can travel through time or not.

"Compared to this, dying in battle as a hero is not so hard to accept." He laughed when he said this. If he hadn't been a Warsong orc and a Bloodring orc, he might have chosen to kill Kilrogg. Use one eye to see what it was like before you died.

Will he become a hero?

Sylvanas nodded thoughtfully and said nothing.

"Okay, how about I take a shower first and then start class?" Nergo asked.

Since the orcs didn't click on the technology tree of the bathhouse, probably no orc in the orc clan except him, Durotan, and Orgrim had ever taken a bath. The most they could do was play in the water, so most of the orcs had an unspeakable aura in them. A refreshing, unforgettable scent.

"Sooner or later, every village and town in Draenor will be built a bathhouse." Nergo muttered.

After learning so much about Rome, there is no shortage of a bathhouse. Besides, taking more baths is good for the body, at least it won't make it smell bad.

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Lingya, as the most capable Saber-tooth tiger in the entire Blademaw tribe, is also their well-deserved leader.

In an environment where the entire tribe was able to master two spells and the apprentices were all top spellcasters who could show off their prowess in hunting, Lingya actually learned four spells for the first time!

What is this concept? This is like a college student who graduated from a technical school, and a postdoctoral fellow who graduated from a driving school. This is really an old god's serial p, which is quite extraordinary.

Originally, the Blademaw tribe on this day should be the same as the Blademaw tribe in the past, eating, sleeping, eating, and hunting and robbing when there is no food. Anyway, what stands out about them is that one person is poor and powerful, except for the ogre's hunting. The slave team captures slaves, and generally no one wants to pay attention to them.

The same goes for Lingya. He hid in the cave dedicated to the chief and yawned lazily.

The days were so peaceful, so peaceful that the big cat didn't feel any pressure from life. Except for the news reported by the saber-tooth tigers below about their attack on the Delaney caravan a few days ago, it made him a little interested.

Of course, this is not an arena, and there is no Yrel in the Draenei caravan. Lingya has no idea about those Draenei.

If there is an attack, then attack. If you really get something, try it again next time. If this is profitable, it will become a normal thing in the future.

Just let a few of his cubs die. Anyway, these saber-toothed tigers are more fertile than the last, and the next batch will be better behaved.

The spiritual tooth is still as stable as a mountain.

But at this time, his scouts came and reported a very bad news to him. A group of Warsong orcs and their peons had established a camp not far from the Throat of Blades.

Lingya couldn't sit still now.

What is the Warsong clan? They are the notorious nomadic leaders in Draenor. Even Highmaul doesn't want to provoke them anymore. Now they have set up a camp here. What are they going to do?

Lingya felt that something was not going well.

There was no telling when the orcs would come in and yell lok-tar into his head.

Dispatch scouts, strengthen patrols, and urgently train tribal soldiers...

Lingya ordered every method he could think of.

But it was of no use.

The dispatched scouts could only give vague information.

The patrolling saber-tooth tigers were still unorganized.

Training tribal soldiers? If they could be trained to understand that easily, this wouldn't be the case.

In this team composed of Adou and rotten wood and mud, Lingya could be said to be very nervous.

But at this time, the orcs who made Lingya nervous did not make any move.

In the camps and caves, some orcs took out strong wine and dried meat and feasted on it. Some orcs were imagining the good life they could see in the future. Some orcs were hoping that the shamans' spells could cure the red natural disaster so that their lives would be restored. The family is safe and sound.

And what about their commander? Nergo is currently studying ogres!

As for the Saber-tooth Khajiit, they have long been part of Grobler Castle in his heart, and he even has an idea of ​​where to build the reserve.