World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Along the mountain road, Nergo saw more arakkoa exiles, each of them escaping from the dilapidated city called Skettis.

They left in a hurry, and many of them even threw away magical treasures. After asking several arakkoa, Nergo found the arakkoa who knew Reshad as he wished.

"Quack." The Crow Man said to him: "If you want to find the Hidden Scroll Man, just walk along this street, where you will meet him and his pet crow."

"Also, be sure to worry about the Crow People in Tongtian Peak."

After saying that, he followed the footsteps of his escape regardless of anything else.

"You're leaving in such a hurry," Nergo said in a low voice.

Right next to him, a scarecrow (crow) was holding two exquisite weapons in his hands. Nergo could clearly feel the magic contained in them, but no one paid attention to them here.

And worried about the arakkoa people in Tongtian Peak? Haven't they been idle for centuries?

Nergo comes in pursuit of answers, only to find himself increasingly confused.

But now his curiosity has been aroused, and he seems to have a hunch in his heart that there will be one more member of the tribe without any accident.

As for the Shattered Hand clan, they can't escape anyway, so there's no rush for now.

"I just like this kind of plot of wooing ethnic minorities to support them in their fight against the enemy."

Nergo discovered a special building almost at the northernmost point of the city. If the arakkoa was right, this should be where the Hidden Scroll Man was.

As soon as he entered the door, Nelgo saw an arakkoa hurriedly packing up the scrolls in the room. Even though he was startled when he noticed the entry of an outsider, he could not let him waste any more time on Nergo. .

In his robe, scrolls were stuffed one after another.

"I'm glad that someone is willing to come to me for answers, but it's better to run now." Reshad carried a huge bag on his back and held a torch in his hand. He seemed to be considering whether to burn the things that couldn't be taken away. .

"The shadow covers the sun..."

Until Nergo whispered these words, he was stunned for a moment. He looked at Nergo in disbelief, "What did you say? I mean..."

"The shadow covers the sun." Nergo emphasized his tone.

"Raven swallows the sky." Reshad put out the torch, "Who sent you here?"

"He said his name was Azik." Nergo said: "At first I just wanted to find a place to replenish some supplies, but now I'm a little curious why you are running away?"

Obviously, when this city was at its most glorious, it was almost the second capital of the Crow People.

"You want to know why we ran away?" Reshad flapped his arms, but he only looked clumsy and funny.

"Because of the curse, we cannot ascend to the sky. Even our former compatriots hate us. They massacre us in the name of purification." Reshad's eyes were filled with anger when he said this. He and all the exiles They also hate the high-level arakkoa people of Tongtian Peak.

"Although I'm a little surprised that it's not the Shattered Hand Orcs." Reshad looked at Nergo, "But there is no doubt that Tongtian Peak has become the enemy of all of us. After all, you don't want a group of birdmen to come out and fight with us. Are you competing for world domination?"

This is the truth, Nergo nodded. The era of the arakkoa has passed, so don’t think about reincarnation in the dirt. It would be best for everyone to just die on the mountain.

"Huh." He said to Nergo: "Now the high-level Crow people have begun to slaughter all aliens and exiles. They are fighting with the soldiers in the northernmost part of the city. I thought I had more time, but I found that I There’s not that much time.”

He took out a scroll with several patterns drawn on it, "There are several relics from ancient times in Skettis. They all have powerful power. If you can't let them be used by me, at least don't leave them to me." Tongtian Peak.”

Nergo looked carefully and saw a pattern on it that happened to be the weapon he had found at the door.

"Many of these relics have been lost, but I can guarantee that this wing blade is still there." Reshad pointed to the weapon and said: "The wing blade was forged by craftsmen in the name of the Sun God. He once worked for a The great king who brought freedom to his people was important both practically and symbolically."

"So you just threw him on the scarecrow?"

Nergo didn't understand.

But the Crow Man spoke plausibly, "Who would have thought that we would throw precious treasures onto straw dolls to be baked by the sun? Sometimes the more precious things are, the more they dare to be in obvious places."

What a reverse thought, but, "Doesn't it mean that the high-level arakkoa also know that you will throw the treasures on the street?"

"..."

"Damn it!" Reshad's face changed greatly, and he became evil. This time the enemy was also a Crow. He urged Nergo, "Go quickly, don't let..."

As a result, before he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew by, and Nergo had already disappeared from sight.

"Are all the orcs these days moving so fast?" Reshad sighed: "The orcs in other places are so efficient."

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"I just said that the arakkoa are actually a bit stupid." Nergo was a little helpless. Although the high-level arakkoa were still fighting with the exiles in the north of the city, a small number of high-level arakkoa had already rushed into the city and started searching for traces of treasures.

In the chaos caused by the sudden attack of the high-level arakkoa, Nergo saw the wing blade at a glance.

But just when he was about to touch the wing blade.

"Gah." An arakkoa swooped down, holding two Illidari-style war blades in his hands, "Put down your dirty hands!"

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The blade quickly moved toward his throat, but Nergoli ignored it.

Imbecile.

Nergo cursed secretly, physical attacks against elemental creatures? Good for you.

While he was still shouting about purification, the sun god, and nobility, Nergo had already picked up the wing blade and cut off his life.

Nergo kicked the red bird head away and went back to find Reshad.

Seeing the wing blade, Reshad's eyes almost became sticky. He stared closely at this treasure, even if it was still stained with blood, it did not affect his desire for the wing blade.

"I just said that Azik was right to ask you for help. The orcs are indeed the most reliable allies in Lakshal."

ps: Raksha is the arakkoa name for Draenor, which means Sunstone.

"Now everything worth taking away is with me." Reshad was so happy that even his crow quacked twice.

"What kind of reward do you want?" Reshad noticed that Nergo was silent at this time. He knew that in business, you can't just get in and out, and he wasn't a crow who liked whoring for free.

"What if I say I don't need payment?"

"What kind of stupid...innocent orc are you?" Reshad was so surprised that his jaw dropped. Is there really such a good person willing to help Skettis?

Nergo said nothing. Soon they would know what they wanted.

Reshad muttered: "Forget it, anyway, I just need to know that you are here to help me."

"It's too early to talk about remuneration now." Nergo waved his hand, "It won't be too late to talk about remuneration when I completely help you get rid of the pursuit of the high-level arakkoa."

"That's fine." Reshad carried his luggage, "As far as I know, the arakkoa responsible for commanding this massacre is called Rashix. He is a believer of the Sun Goddess and has some powerful light magic. As expected, He should have a list of the places and names of the massacres in his hand."

"We need this." Reshad took out a bottle of dark red potion from the package. "This is a healing potion made from sea scorpion venom. It is very effective. You don't have to worry about being poisonous. In short, no matter whether it is successful or not, this bottle of potion This should ensure that you come back alive, you are Skettis - at least my best friend."