World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

When Grobler Castle was still carrying out a large-scale law-promoting campaign, as Split Gut said, the saber-toothed tiger man named Talon ran to the vast plains of Nagrand with his tribesmen who were willing to follow him, and proclaimed himself a Chief Blademaw is ready to lead his people back to their old profession.

When it comes to this sharp claw, he is no ordinary person. He is notorious on the roads near the Throat of Blades.

A long time ago, long before Nergo had any idea about the Throat of Blades, he had already made quite a name for himself here, leading his troops to launch raids and ambushes on travelers and caravans passing along the way.

But now that their lair has been taken away, these saber-toothed tigers are just like Wugenzhiping, walking straight along the avenue wherever they go.

This journey lasted three full days.

In the past three days, they were like locusts, eating wherever they went. From the initial goal of finding a village to plunder, it became better to have a target.

But even so, they had not seen any trace of intelligent races being active. They seemed to have been forgotten and just spent three days surviving in the wilderness.

Drink water from the river when you are thirsty, kill wild animals when you are hungry.

It was true that I encountered more beasts than people.

"Chief, three more compatriots escaped today."

In their temporary residence, a large number of saber-toothed tigers leaned dejectedly on big trees or rocks. Some even disappeared into the grassland without anyone noticing, and they didn't know where they went.

Sharp claws fiddled with the blindfold that covered his blind eyes, and snorted coldly, "Where are we now? Where are the people who were sent out to find the way? Haven't they come back yet?"

Faced with questions one after another, he couldn't answer anything and could only give hesitant responses.

Talon also knows, he doesn't even know about this situation, what can these boys know? As for those who were sent out to find the way, I'm afraid not all of them ran away.

When will this day end?

Talon looked at the sky, wondering which god or ancestor he was praying to.

Maybe his prayers were useful, maybe the tribesmen who followed him were loyal enough, and one of them actually came back after a while.

"Yes! Yes!" he shouted as soon as he came back.

Sharp Claw immediately stood up and asked in an excited tone: "What is there? Is it a human? Where is it? How many are there?"

It can be seen that this is an old bandit. Even though he is so messed up, he still wants to carry out some financial projects.

"There are ogres!" Unexpectedly, this guy kept crying without saying anything, and what he said was even more shocking, "The ogre slave-catching team is here! There are quite a few of them, so run!"

TMD is too deceiving!

Sharp Claw roared loudly, swung his claws randomly, and threw the half-eaten calf aside.

"The orcs robbed my home, and the ogres want my people. What do they think of us? Are they free to eat and kill the livestock they want?"

The alarmed saber-toothed tigers gathered together, looking at each other, with the intention of running away.

Some people even secretly thought that they might as well run away early if they looked like this.

There was something wrong with the atmosphere. Everyone was frightened when they saw him like this, fearing that he would get into his head and want to fight with them.

By then, Talon might have no choice but to "commit suicide."

"Why are you still standing there? Run!" Talon spat. He was not stupid. The ogre's slave-catching team was not easy to provoke, let alone the defeated army they were in now.

He originally wanted to leave the slave catching team's activity area quickly.

He thought that this time they would be safe.

But how can everything go as planned?

The ogre's slave-catching team had already discovered them when the saber-tooth tiger man who was exploring the way passed by, and the power of magic had long made it impossible for them to escape.

"Slaves, you can't run away!" The ogre magician, who was taller than the orcs and saber-toothed tigers, just waved his staff, and the originally flat grass turned into a quagmire that was difficult to cross. He just shouted. , countless stones knocked down the tribesmen who wanted to fight back.

Talon's heart was filled with anger, but it was in vain. His yelling became the object of ridicule among the ogres.

"What an energetic little man." The leader of the ogre magician said, "Take it back to them. Crazy Jon will definitely give me a lot of gold this time."

"It's not easy to catch so many saber-tooth tigers in normal times." The ogre beside him threw a lasso into the crowd, pulled up the struggling saber-tooth tigers, knocked them unconscious and tied them together.

Talon was angry and resentful in his heart. When the ogre moved his gaze towards him to stun him, he shouted loudly: "I have important news!"

"Important news?" The ogre magician hesitated for a moment.

"You only have one chance to speak." He said: "You can't convince us that you will become a slave like them."

The ogre's words received the immediate reply from Talon.

"The orcs of the Warsong Clan have occupied the Throat of Blades, and their next target is likely to be the Ring of Trials!"

?

This is big news. Could it be that Hellscream is about to start his big robbery again?

Can’t this damn Nagrand disaster just be honest for a few days?

"Why did you tie up our guest?" The ogre magician suddenly scolded the ogre next to him, "Let go quickly, why are you standing still?"

"Oh." The ogre suddenly understood something and immediately untied the rope from the claws.

"Do you have any news about the orcs?" The ogre magician patted the dust on his claws and asked with a smile, highlighting a polite corporal.

How should Talon respond to this?

He couldn't say that when the orcs came, we just sent a wave and then surrendered. I was leading the people to escape secretly, right?

He was sure that if he really said that, he would be afraid that this polite ogre magician would not instantly turn into a ruthless slave trader, knock him unconscious with a stick and throw him into the arena.

Even going as far as using his claws as amulets, these ogres can do anything.

In this case, he could only guess and make up nonsense.

It may have been moments of crisis that brought out his potential.

It just so happened that at this time, he was pretty good at making up stories, so he was fooled by these two ogres.

Then the situation became weird.

The ogre slave-catching team brought disaster to the Saber-toothed Khajiit.

The leader of the saber-tooth tiger man and the leader of the ogre slave-catching team had a very happy conversation.

The two waves of people do their own thing without disturbing each other.

Talon breathed a sigh of relief, at least now, his life was saved.

In any case, the ogre needed his fabricated information at this time, and as for the saber-tooth tigers who followed him, he couldn't control that much.

Whether they become slave gladiators or have their claws chopped off to make lucky charms, it is their destiny.

Can't be saved.