World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

After leaving this filthy slave pen, the orc envoy followed the ogres on the road to victory. This road is said to be the longest road in Highmaul. Walking on this road can even pass through most of the city. Area.

"Ahem, I wonder how far away your palace is?" the messenger asked, looking at the ogres who did not conceal their disgust.

"It's not that far away, right there, the great Temple of Carthenon." The ogre looked at the palace in the distance with a cold face, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes.

The messenger walked up the hillside and looked along the ogre's finger. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Under the light of arcane light, he saw a huge and towering rock palace, the most glorious city in the world besides Shattrath. This is also the target they want to conquer this time: the top of Highmaul.

"You orcs have never seen such a magnificent city, have you?" he said.

Although I don't know what a decadent country with an army under its command can be proud of, the envoy also understands.

After all, they regarded him as a barbarian, but in the end they themselves were reduced to arguing with barbarians at the same negotiation table.

The face left by our ancestors has been lost, why don't we allow others to comfort themselves?

But the messenger was not merciful. He sneered and said, "Maybe I haven't seen it, but if you say that the orcs haven't seen it, that's not entirely true."

"Oh?" The ogre became interested, and he said with some malice: "You are not talking about those slaves, are you? That's right, they came here to work as coolies, which is an eye-opener for them to see such magnificent things. Cities and palaces.”

Now the ogres laughed.

"I'm talking about my ancestor." The messenger also smiled, "He also came to your capital, but at that time your capital was still the city of Golia."

"After he once visited the city of Golia, my family has passed down his description of the city from generation to generation, saying that it was much grander than the current Highmaul."

"I just don't know where the city of Golia is now?" The messenger sneered, "Can you point it out to me on the map?"

The ogre stopped talking. It was foreseeable that the envoy was offended to death by them.

After walking on the road of triumph and passing through the slaughter area, the ogre led the messenger all the way to Golia Beach.

"Have you heard the sound of water?" the messenger said, "This seems to be a good place to build a dock."

Why did Hellscream send a chatterbox as a messenger?

The ogre councilor said in a bad tone: "Highmaul Harbor is not far from this beach."

Wait, why am I telling him this? Do the orcs still want to go into the water? Thinking of this, the ogre councilor closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Everyone knows that orcs almost never go sailing. Almost all of them are landlubbers. Bathing is an amazing move for them.

"No wonder they always smell like earth." The ogre councilor thought maliciously.

Not far away, there is another hillside. There are many such hills and stairs on the road to victory, but the difference is that there are many mages guarding this hillside.

They looked at the orcs without saying anything, and the ogre councilor who walked in the front nodded to them as a greeting.

Enter the palace.

"This is the envoy of the orcs." The ogre councilor explained to the two one-eyed demons who were clumsy, huge, and had no necks at all.

These two one-eyed demons were promoted after Valrego's death was confirmed. Perhaps because they were too stupid, the head of state, Margok, trusted them extremely.

This may be because they are struggling to even speak, so they don't know that they can obey the orders of the head of state and violate them?

The congressman shook his head to get rid of the disrespectful thoughts inside. He said hello to these fellow ogre magicians and stepped into the Temple of Carthenon.

On the throne in the temple, Margok sat on it and looked down at the orc envoy who came in. The spellbreakers and guards lined up to guard him. In a "friendly" atmosphere, the orc envoy was facing the ogre king. A cordial greeting was sent.

"Hellscream asked me to give you a message. Do you want to live or die?"

"Too arrogant!" The ogres glared at him, but the envoy's expression remained unchanged. These were Grommash's exact words. Either open the door to dedicate the city, or prepare to fight.

"That's all you said, nothing else?" Margok narrowed his eyes. It seemed that these orcs were confident. They already thought that Highmaul was conquered.

"Said." The messenger raised his head and looked directly into Margok's eyes.

"Then go on."

"King Nergo asked me to ask you." The orc envoy paused. He was a little annoyed. The chief and the king gave them a way to survive, but they didn't take it seriously. "Now the army is approaching the city. I ask you whether you will fight or surrender?"

"It's quite merciful." Margok interpreted the orc's meaning through the messenger.

They ask for neither territory nor tribute, they only want Highmaul to surrender to them.

The thoughts in his two heads began to have some differences, but this was still within a controllable range.

"What are you still thinking about?" the envoy said loudly: "Submission to the chief will give you a chance to survive, but stubborn resistance will lead to death."

But before Margok could say anything, he saw an ogre saying angrily: "There are still sounds of catapults launching and shaman spell attacks outside the city. Is this your sincerity in negotiating peace?"

The messenger snorted, "The attacks will not stop until you declare surrender."

"Damn orcs, Hellscream may not care about your life, but what about the slaves in the city?" Another burly councilor said.

"There is no living orc slave in Highmaul at the moment. I have attended their funeral when I came." He glanced at the ogres around him. "If they die, you will also be dead when the city is broken." Will be sent to accompany them.”

The messenger took out a scroll from the package at his waist.

"What are you going to do!"

"guard!"

Seeing their frightened expressions, the messenger couldn't help but smile. Is this an ogre?

Chicken-hearted.

In the wary eyes of the surrounding ogres, he smiled and said: "This is not a weapon."

"This is the map of Nagrand. Can you take a look? Are there any reinforcements to help you?" He unfolded the map and threw it on the ground to ensure that the ogres could see the markings on it.

Red and purple respectively symbolize the maps of the spheres of influence of the orcs and ogres.

From Nagrand to Talador to Shadowmoon Valley, almost the entire world has the power of orcs, but the purple that symbolizes Highmaul is only a little bit, and it has been divided into several small pieces by the orcs.

"But we are different. All orcs, elements, and draenei will be our backup."

He sneered: "You may not be afraid of death, but what about your descendants?"