World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

To defend the city only to defend the city wall is to court death. This is a very simple truth.

Unless it is a fortress or a fortress that is full of weapons, equipment and combatants from the inside out, you can try to survive in it until the end of the world. You can even try to survive until you die of old age if there is enough food.

Such as the castles in the European Middle Ages.

Otherwise, you will completely become passive, which is comparable to lying on your back. No matter what the other party does, you can only accept your fate.

And what about the Ring of Trials? He doesn't even have the right to lie down. This town says that it has high emotional intelligence because it doesn't have tall walls. In fact, this place only has simple fences, and the defense measures are at the level of the indigenous people in North America, or even worse.

In view of this situation, the ogres of the Ring of Trial decided to take the initiative and fight Nergo's orc army head-on.

Different from the hustle and bustle of the Ring of Trials in the past where all races gathered together, the Ring of Trials these days seems too quiet.

Whether they are orcs, draenei, or the more mysterious arakkoa, when they come to the Ring of Trials and want to enjoy the gladiatorial contest held by the ogres, they will be rejected with excuses such as "The Ring of Trials is not currently in operation."

Until today, the strange silence in the town began to dissipate. The bells of the arena rang continuously, and the deep sound sent a signal to the ogres in the town.

The soldiers picked up spears, axes, hammers, and some even had just a stick. There were all kinds of miscellaneous weapons, and the equipment was uniform? That's too much to think about. For these untouchables, they can only have a mouthful of broth to drink thanks to the kindness of the King of Witchcraft.

Goria is no longer the grand occasion it once was. This Draenor version of the Roman Empire is a thing of the past. Even when the ogres asked for reinforcements from Highmaul in the face of the military threat from Grobler Keep, they only received 1,000 The remaining untouchables of varying quality and more than 200 regular soldiers.

It's like the big shots in the city are dumping garbage to relieve the city's burden.

Under the purple banner representing the authority of the King of Witchcraft, following the centurion's order, the ogres lined up in the duel field, while the mages of the Ring of Trials gathered alone.

"They don't seem to care about our life or death at all." On the high platform of the arena, Crazy Jon said something shocking. His complaint made his partner Sokota Ironskull feel the same. "I think we might as well go back to Highmaul directly. "

As well-known arena hosts, the two of them are also very famous in Highmaul. I believe that even if they give up the ring of trials, they will not beg for food on the streets and become untouchables.

"That makes sense." Crazy Jon nodded.

"If you ask me, we might as well just wait for them to set off and run away with them, just because of these untouchables." He looked with disdain at the crooked idiots in the audience who were even standing in line, "If you can win, you will be lucky."

Let alone these thin pariahs, let them fight the orcs. Without a whip, they wouldn't even be able to line up.

Perhaps during the battle, the Warsong Orcs would ride on agile war wolves and charge forward on the grasslands of Nagrand. Each wolf's jaw will be stained with the blood from the ogre's belly, and the ogre's head will hang around their necks.

"What are you talking about?" Commander Varoa, who came from Highmaul, arrived late.

He is the actual commander of this army. Compared with the other centurions who temporarily recruited untouchables, he and his ogre soldiers who are elite enough for the untouchables are the most important in this army. core power.

"We said..." Crazy Jon hesitated, thinking about how he could deceive this kid.

"Say the empire is victorious!" Sokota responded quickly.

"Yes." Varoa nodded. He raised his hand arrogantly and pointed to the place where the slaves were held in the arena. "I believe there will be many more slaves here when we come back."

Where are you installing nm?

What if you were so talented that you were sent out of Highmaul to die?

At this moment, Crazy Jon had already scolded the bastard in front of him like hell.

Looking at Varoa who turned to leave, Crazy Jon took a sip and said, "We can't stay in this place anymore. You go back and pack your things later, and I'll gather the servants. The faster we run, the better."

"What about the saber-toothed tiger?" Sokota asked, "The one called Sharp Claw."

"I don't care if he dies! Let him die in the hands of the orcs together with that stupid boy who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth. We can't be like them."

Of course, Varoa didn't know the plan of the two of them. At this time, he had already led the soldiers under his command to confidently prepare to attack the orc troops in Grobler Castle first.

At the same time, Nergo's army was also ready to go.

In Grobler Castle, including the 500 "Beast Alliance" Nergo had a total of more than 1,700 soldiers under his command. Excluding the 300 soldiers responsible for defending Grobler Castle, the remaining 1,200 soldiers appeared neatly and fully armed. On the road to the Ring of Trials.

Walking on the road, Nergo had less and less expectations for these saber-tooth tigers. Should they be said to be the cannon fodder wild monster race in the background?

There were only five hundred people in total. Compared with the orcs' march, they hardly looked like an army. The five hundred people were as sparse as herdsmen preparing to go to the market. If you looked down from the sky, they looked like insects crawling on the map.

"It seems that they must know what the nomad's iron fist is." Nergo originally wanted to send an overseer... ah, no, it was the overseer who whipped them hard with a whip, but he suddenly had an idea.

Maybe they can be used as skirmishers. You don't know how to fight in formation, but you don't know how to swarm them in the face? As for the battle-loss ratio, as long as they survive, they are usable talents and can be cultivated. If they fail to survive, they can only be called useless.

Thinking of this, he silently put down the whip he had raised.

The saber-tooth tigers were just useless, he didn't expect them to make much contribution anyway.

About five hours later, Nergo led his soldiers to a small river, and the soldiers set up camp skillfully.

Just then, news from the scouts came.

"King Nergo, Ms. Sylvanas, according to the investigation, the ogre army is less than 10 kilometers away from us and is heading towards our camp."

"It's so interesting. I haven't attacked them yet, but they are preparing to attack me?" Nergo looked at him with interest. "Have you ever caught one of their scouts?"

"Well, Your Majesty, ogres generally don't have soldiers responsible for scouting." The scout replied in a low voice.

"Oh?" Nergo was stunned for a moment, but he was not embarrassed. Instead, he chuckled and said, "It seems to be my fault. I mistakenly overestimated them."

"But don't take it lightly. Maybe they have used their brains this time?" Although Nergo despises their military capabilities, he cannot rely solely on his opponents' stupidity for victory. In that case, he will be the really stupid. " Go ahead and continue to explore, and if there are any enemy scouts, catch them. In addition, notify me of any news about the ogres as soon as possible."

"Yes." The scout gave a military salute and quickly disappeared from Nergo's sight.

"All soldiers, work harder. I will see a camp here that is strong enough for defense within an hour!" Nergo ordered.