World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

After Highmaul bowed, a steady stream of wealth accumulated from the ogres was sent to Grommashr, and with the help of the draenei, the Warsong Clan's stronghold also underwent a renovation.

In the new Gromash'er, countless spellcasters' notes and practice secrets make this new pearl of Nagrand the most different from Highmaul in the past.

Living here is no longer just to symbolize status, but to absorb the rich knowledge inside and become stronger. This is not the decaying power center of Highmaul, but a holy place for future members of the tribe to become stronger.

Although the environment here is actually not as prosperous as the decaying Highmaul.

After all, the only prosperous place in the entire city is neither the chief's palace (a big tent?) nor the merchants' trading area.

Rather, it is a hall for spellcasters and warriors to learn.

But even so, countless businessmen and tourists who got the news still want to enter here.

"Conquer and glory. This is the most important lesson my father taught me as an orc warrior. I probably learned it very well."

Nergo looked up to the sky, satisfied. After conquering the entire Nagrand, even the clouds and mist in the sky looked dazzlingly beautiful.

Presumably, they will be very happy when they meet the ancestor souls later and feel proud of the orcs today.

They accomplished something that had been impossible for generations.

Nergo walked to the door of this temple and slowly stared at the figure inside, until his eyes found the figure with dull blond hair.

Coincidentally, she also noticed him.

After she ordered the students who wanted to learn the Saras ranger skills to train on their own, she looked at Nergo in surprise, and then seemed to think of something interesting.

"Your Majesty, have I told you that the tribute from Highmaul has been delivered? Chief Hellscream sent your share to Grobler Keep." Sylvanas put her hand on her chest , and winked after saluting.

"Tsk." Nergo rolled his eyes at him, "Leave enough gold for the city's normal use for three months, and distribute the rest to the soldiers." At this point, he seemed to have remembered something, "By the way. , the saber-toothed tiger people will share more, this is what I promised."

At some point, Nergo was very trustworthy. He promised that the saber-toothed tigers would be allocated the most spoils, and then he would make it happen instead of finding ways to deduct the money.

"I thought you would keep it for yourself." Sylvanas said jokingly, but even if he stayed for himself, no one would say anything to him. This is normal, right?

"What use do I need them for?" Nergo looked at Sylvanas in surprise, "My current wealth is enough for my daily needs. The excess gold is not as good as leaving me to grow gray and grow hair. Handed over to soldiers in exchange for their loyalty.”

After all, no one is allowed to plunder him anymore. If he doesn’t give out more reward money, will he be the same as Yang Zhi who learned to send birth certificates?

It's not difficult to understand that the emperor has no shortage of hungry soldiers. Since people are willing to sacrifice their lives, don't be reluctant to pay for them.

"Don't like gold? It's really noble." Sylvanas praised sincerely.

In Azeroth, many Thalassians are still thinking about luxurious jewelry and luxurious jewelry every day even if they live for hundreds of years, not to mention the goblins who regard wealth as life.

Those are the players who wish they could take their gold to the underworld to do business with the undead.

Even the adventurers who haunt the Dark City mostly strive for money.

But this sudden encounter with a person who was not interested in gold had to be said to be a surprise to Sylvanas.

"It's not that I don't like gold, it's just that gold brings me too little happiness."

The joy that money brings to Nergo is only one tenth of the joy that the country's strength and victory in the war bring him.

What's the use of spending money like water? Why not let him play a trick for everyone, such as exchanging gold for thousands of soldiers to turn into bones and run for wealth.

Hearing this, Sylvanas could not help but feel a little proud in her eyes. She was not afraid of life and death, even too reckless. She was not greedy for power, not greedy for enjoyment, not obsessed with money, and knew how to learn new things.

"Is this the most powerful warrior I have chosen?" In her eyes, Nergo is not only her partner, but also her proudest warrior.

"By the way." Nergo warned: "I have some things to do recently that require me to go to other clans. Because you are not an orc, taking you there will inevitably cause misunderstandings, so I still have to leave matters in the city to you."

Hearing this, Sylvanas's face began to turn a little darker subconsciously, although her skin was not white either.

"Asshole." She cursed in her mind.

This perfect warrior began to have flaws in her heart because he was not greedy for power!

But she couldn't say anything. She could only curse and return to the city to deal with the backlog of documents.

She dared to say that even in the Undercity, she did not deal with government affairs every day like she did here.

Nelgo understands Sylvanas's thoughts. He doesn't like to stay in the city and work on various documents, but when he has something important to do, it seems that no one is more suitable for this job besides her. .

"I hope she can enjoy the hardship."

Nelgo himself was happy thinking about this, how could she?

So instead of unrealistically expecting her to find the joy that power brings, he might as well get some gadgets from other clans as gifts for her.

While thinking about it, Nelgo walked through the streets of Grommashr.

After a while, Nergo looked up and looked ahead. There was an orc standing in front of him.

"Good morning, Chief." Nergo greeted.

He was about to go find Grommash, but he didn't expect to meet him directly here.

"I was going to find you."

"Looking for me?" Grommash rubbed his forehead, "Let me guess, are you planning to do something big again?"

Is it a big deal to be a guest diplomat to persuade various chiefs? It should be counted.

Nelgo did not deny it, he told Grommash his thoughts.

Rule, unite.

These two words are not suitable to describe this tribe where only the Warsong Clan and the Burning Blade Clan exist.

There are many powerful clans in Gorgrond, Frostfire Ridge, the Spiers of Arak and even more places, and they are all members of the tribe that Nergo envisioned.

But it's impossible to convince them to join the tribe just by relying on messengers.

The orc diplomatic ambassadors understand everything at any level.

(Nelgo’s deepest impression of the orc diplomats was the unlucky guy who was thrown into the fire pit by the evil orcs in Dragonmaw Fortress.)

Therefore, he did not believe that there could be messengers to convince these ambitious chiefs. In this case, Nergo was prepared to go to their territory in person to convince them.