World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

The air fell silent.

After a while, an ogre magician came up. He looked very neat. At least he was much stronger than those oily ogres. On the horn on his forehead, this ogre was quite creative. A strip of cloth representing noble purple was tied up, making him look funny.

It is worth mentioning that the ogre blinked at Nelgo's position after coming up, which made him realize that the ogre had been controlled by Sylvanas.

However, blinking with this ogre's appearance is really annoying and uncomfortable. Nergo suppressed his nausea and watched Sylvanas's operation.

Boom, boom, boom.

She knocked on the door.

Varrego pushed open the door, looked at the ogre disguised by Sylvanas and said, "I hope you can have any information that I think is valuable."

The ogre disguised by Sylvanas lowered her head humbly, but Warego, who had his eyes high above his head, failed to see the malice hidden in her eyes, "I learned about the death of a big shot."

She deliberately made herself look stupid when she spoke, so stupid that she felt like a retard. Only such a disguise could be called perfect.

It was obvious that Sylvanas's disguise was just right, and it was so impressive. Varrego didn't seem to realize that the ogre was pretending to be mentally retarded. He asked with interest: "Big shot? Are you talking about that?" Is Grommash dead?"

"For example, he died from an unknown spell, or the orcs cut off his head during a rebellion..."

"No." Sylvanas interrupted his speculation, "The big shot who died was..."

Uh-huh! ! !

A cold light flashed, and Warego's fallen head still maintained that stupid and arrogant look.

Lantrisso emerged from the air, cut off Valrego's head with his sword, and tied it to a stick.

"It's you -" Sylvanas chuckled. She didn't expect that this action would be so simple, as simple as a game.

"Is this solved?" Nergo was a little in disbelief. The ogre sent such a waste to lead the army?

"Do you think it will be difficult?" Sylvanas didn't care. "Okay, now it's time to notify Grommash's army to press forward."

But suddenly, Varrego's figure appeared on the other side of the room.

And the so-called ogre heads in their hands gradually disappeared.

"Who do I think it is? It turns out to be you slaves." Varrego showed a sinister smile, "The stupid guards let you sneak in. This was their mistake, and now I want to correct him."

I saw his palms pushing forward. Several rocks building the tower exploded one by one and turned into small stones. Then under the influence of his magic, these small stones instantly turned into boulders weighing several tons and smashed towards Lantreso. , Lantrexo secretly screamed in his heart, and quickly used the Wind Step to hide his figure as quickly as possible.

The banshee wails.

A burst of mental attacks from Sylvanas interfered with Varrego's spellcasting for a moment, which also gave Lantrexo a chance to dodge.

Nergo sighed helplessly, "I just said that a dignified lord will not die suddenly when he meets someone."

Nergo puffed up his mouth, took a deep breath, opened his mouth casually, and a huge force of wind blew towards the boulder sent by Warrego.

Ice arrow.

The ogre magician controlled by Sylvanas has excellent fire and ice magic. After being possessed by her body, Sylvanas can naturally control his body to use these spells. In spells and Under the guidance of the gesture, the continuously fired ice edges quickly shot toward Varrego's throat and heart.

"Use ice to deal with me?" Varrego smiled mockingly, "But you can actually control other people's bodies to use magic? A useful ability." He looked at Sylvanas' ogre body greedily .

If he can also learn this kind of magic, can he take Margok's bloodline?

Sure enough, his ridicule was justified. As an ice melter among spellbreakers, any ice spell that hit him would be swallowed up by the blue runes engraved on his body.

"Then fireball." Sylvanas knew that spellbreakers can only be immune to one type, ice. Then I will see how you face the fire.

In an instant, abundant flames began to appear around her, her eyes glowed with red flames, and her body began to turn red.

Note that this is not red temperature, but a series of fireballs.

One shot, two shots, three shots, four shots, five shots, Sylvanas almost drained the mana from the ogre's body. In the end, he condensed another fireball spell to make up for six shots, and then took out He took out the dagger and wiped it on his neck, perfectly explaining what it meant to burn bridges across the river.

"Do you still have this ability?" Varrego was even more surprised. Looking at Sylvanas in the form of a banshee, he decided to keep her alive until he learned this spell.

But before that, he had to face these fireballs and the rocks he created.

"A little trick." Warego curled his fingers faster than before the violent high-temperature fireball hit him, and then recited a spell, and shields made of ice protected his huge body.

Sure enough, Sylvanas's fireball spell was blocked by the ice when it was shot in front of him, and the boulders that were blown back and hit him were no exception.

But it wasn't just Sylvanas he faced.

With Lantreso's secret attack, the sharp blades of the Burning Blade Clan were deadly, and even just a scratch could quickly ignite red fire on his body, making his skin feel like it was cooked.

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There was also Nergo's lightning and wind. For some reason, he felt that the air around him was a little dull. He knew that this was the power of the shaman. He had sucked away the air around him to a certain extent, trying to suffocate him. die.

But he doesn't know that he is a spellbreaker. The training he has experienced in Highmaul is much more terrifying than just suffocation. He can persist in this little trick for a full year!

Invisible, right?

Varrego pushed his hands into the surrounding air, and a purple arcane light spread out in all directions with him as the core.

Magic explosion.

Since I can't see you, I'll attack everyone around you!

At this moment, Lantrexo was unable to dodge, and the arcane power in the air began to destroy his skin, making a harsh sound.

Mirror.

At one time, three Lantrexos appeared at the same time, and they ran towards different locations in the room. With the swiftness of a wolf, Lantrexos could always leave before the magic explosion hit him.

In the end, Varrego's magic explosion only hit him once, and even the damage it caused to this room was far more than that of Lantrexo.

And what about Sylvanas and Nelgo?

One of them had the speed of the wind, and the other moved quickly in the form of a banshee. The three of them were almost dancing on the tip of a knife, which completely angered Varrego.

He no longer wanted to restrain himself, he wanted to summon a blizzard and bury the tower with them.

"Hahaha!" Nergo let out a hearty laugh.

"He's anxious."

Nergo smiled evilly. What do you think his expression would be if you interrupted him when he was about to finish casting his spell?

He passed this sentence to Lantrexo through the wind, but got a wonderful answer.

He said: "There will be no expression, because my sword will scratch his face!"

Lantrexo said so, and he also did so. Although they were protected by ice shields, Nergo and the others were not just avoiding.

It can be seen that he is very confident in his magic. He believes that this magic can protect him and allow him to stand here unscrupulously for nearly two seconds.

But he made a mistake. He didn't overestimate himself, he just underestimated the Ascendant.

Summon lightning!

A bolt of lightning came faster than his blizzard, and the strong electric current swept down the top of the tower along with the strong wind, and immediately the scalp of this idiot-like ogre began to smoke.

His shields dissipated, his clothes were in tatters, and the runes engraved on his body began to glow violently.

But it was useless, he was not a wind slayer, and all he could rely on was the gathering blizzard in the sky that could make his enemies unable to hold on faster than him, but just when his spell was guided to the last moment.

"Windshear."

The word he feared the most was spoken, and his ending began to become self-evident.

He died, died by Lantresor's sword, and Vareg's body began to smoke, scorch, and melt in the fire blade.

"Now we continue to cause chaos and let every ogre know that their commander is dead."

Nergo walked to the tower window and recited a spell, and another thundercloud gathered from the sky.

What's going on?

As early as when Warego was guiding the blizzard, when these ogre magicians focused their attention on the tower, they had already discovered Nergo's group.

Nergo is a very courageous orc. If there is a book of life and death for the Lord of Hell in this world, then his name must be shining brightly.

"Orc?" An ogre touched his head and threw a big fireball without thinking.

"Idiot, Lord Warego is still up there!" an ogre magician shouted anxiously.

It can be seen that they did not know that their general was beheaded again.

It was like this when fighting the Draenei, it was like this when fighting Grommash, and now it's Nergo's turn.

It can be seen that the general of the ogre army is a dangerous profession.

"Are you ready?" Nergo made a gesture, and the roar of thunder and lightning was so constant that he could hardly hear the sound.

Without even thinking about it, Lantriso asked Nergo to use the air to amplify his voice.

Then he shouted: "Varego has been slain by me, Lantreso!"

The enemy general is going to attack him! ?

Nergo was a little surprised. Don't tell me, Lantrexo's name is quite right. After all, almost all orcs are nomadic in nature, but Blizzard included a considerable amount of East Asian elements when designing the Burning Blade Clan. Characteristics, the most obvious of which is the island country dress of the Burning Blade Orc.

Let him shout out that the enemy general has been taken. If you don't consider his orc appearance, it would not be inappropriate to say that he is the "First Soldier of Draenor" or "The Wolf of Nagrand".

At this time, the stick with Varrego's head tied to Lantrexo was shaking up and down in his hand, and he didn't know if the ogres below could see it.

Varrego is dead?

This byd loves to fight all day long, so why is he so bad?

But what they don't know is that although Varrego is also a proven warrior in Highmaul and has been tested by the King of Sorcery, the opponent he faces now is different from the one in Highmaul.

Lantrisso is not lying at all when he says that he is currently the strongest swordsman in Draenor and the first swordsman of the Fire Blade.

Sylvanas, after taking the body of a mage, can be regarded as an ogre mage, the kind of elite monster with a golden dragon on its name.

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Nergo and the Ascendant are even more incredible. Now Nergo can find a dungeon in the 4th edition and sit as a guest boss player.

How could he, Warego, be so strong? Even if he was made of iron, he wouldn't be able to withstand so many strong men forming a group to defeat him.

The ogres couldn't believe it, but they didn't have time to think about whether Varrego was useless.

The thunderclouds in the sky began to exert force. Rays of thunder fell from the sky, and thunderbolts continued to fall. In the rumbling explosion, the entire tower was filled with black smoke.

Lantrexor and Sylvanas were not far behind. Lantrexor was invisible and blended into the crowd. He used Wind Step, Mirror Image, and Burning Blade. With one strike, one person died.

Looking at Sylvanas again, as a ranger, her strength is naturally in bows and arrows. She fastened the arrows on the bowstring. For a moment, one after another ogres clutched their chests in pain - they died very quickly. Restless.

"Fortunately, I brought your body with me." Nergo glanced at it. Without this body, she might still be fighting in the form of a banshee.

Wait, that seems to be more efficient?

"Aim at the location of that tower!" the ogre mages roared loudly, and fireballs and boulders were created by them and aimed at the target.

"Jump down!" Nergo and Sylvanas flew down and jumped to the bottom of the tower.

boom! ! !

With a loud noise, the original stone tower turned into ruins, leaving only rubble and flames.

What about Varrego's head? Nergo could only say that although Varrego didn't even know his name, in his heart, Varrego was already an "acquaintance."

Nergo pulled out his big sword, and the sharp blade in his hand created a strong wind. He was the first to find an ogre. He stabbed left and slashed right, so that the surrounding ogres did not dare to come even half a step closer. Anyone who came even slightly would be seriously injured. , severe cases will lead to death.

In an instant, he came to the target he had found. This guy was wearing silk. He must be a big shot even if he was not a mage. He kept walking with a smile on his face, "This is a fatal blow!"

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"Chief, there is news from the shaman that there are traces of magical battles in the enemy camp."

Outside the big tent, Grommash stared anxiously in the direction of the ogre camp. Around him, countless clan warriors were ready to go, just like him, looking forward to the coming fight.

Their weapons were coated with kerosene so that the inevitable collisions between weapons and armor in battle would cause sparks to ignite the kerosene, thereby creating a surprise effect.

Their shaman held a war drum, which was originally a terrifying war drum to commemorate the freedom of the orcs from the oppression of the ogres, but now symbolized the yoke that the orcs were about to bring to the ogres.

Following the news of the messengers, Grommash's heart dropped slightly. He turned over and became a wolf. He was quite excited. Instead of giving orders to the messengers, he took a deep breath and shouted: "Passwords, Beat the drum and defeat the enemy.”

Nergo went to assassinate the enemy general, but he was not a free man. As long as there were traces of fighting over there, he would immediately press forward with his army to prevent the enemy from encircling him. If he could defeat the enemy with just one blow, if not, it would be better than stealing. If the chicken fails to lose the rice, it will cost the family a general.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The war drums of the orcs finally sounded, and under the leadership of Grommash, almost the entire army in the orc camp was mobilized.

Grommash shouted: "My warriors, join me in shouting in their own words that Valregor has been slain by the orcs."

Regardless of whether he is dead or not, if everyone shouts together, they will more or less feel guilty in their hearts. If they really don't die, then let him die for him.