World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

After wasting a lot of time in Shadowmoon Valley and the Spiers of Arak, Nelgo began to move towards Gorgrond at full speed.

Because every time he delayed, the longer it took for Gul'dan to grow in Tanaan Jungle.

He couldn't wait until Gul'dan's blasters brought a bunch of demons who were resurrected for free to confront him.

This is such a loss.

"I don't know if Kilrogg is dead." Nergo couldn't help but think of this.

The Elemental Spirit says that Tanaan Jungle is occupied by demons, and as the largest orc force in the area, does the Bleeding Ring Clan still exist today?

He didn't know, he didn't even know if Kilrogg had joined Gul'dan's team.

All he could do was speed up his progress and get to Gorgrond.

Gorgrond, some people say that this is a paradise for giants, because Gorgronn giants the size of mountains can be seen everywhere here wandering on the land, and sometimes there will be Magronds that are stronger and more mysterious than them.

Some people say that this is a sacred place for plants, because in some areas, the soil is covered with vegetation and the water is extremely abundant. However, the plants here are also dangerous. The blood originating from the ancient enemies of the giant ancestors makes them vulnerable to any outsiders. They are all full of hostility, and even today, the most powerful primitive thorn beast among these plants is still engaged in an endless dispute with Magolon.

Gorgrond, this is such a wild land full of dangers, mountains and forests, giants and plants.

For this reason, Nergo carefully walked on the land of Gorgrond, keeping a distance from those ancient creatures.

His target is the third force independent of plants and giants - the orcs.

Nergo kicked away a iguana who was escaping in the earth. These naughty little monsters traveled between mountains and mines. Their round bodies could always appear suddenly in various places and cause trouble.

But they weren't worthless, like now.

The iguana kicked out by Nergo rolled along an arc into the bushes in front.

Then, not long after, a pool of blood flowed out from it.

"It's these plants again." Nergo shook his head and threw a totem pole. As soon as the totem hit the ground, it began to burn with flames, releasing fireballs towards the bushes.

Fortunately, he had already thought of this when he came and asked for a lot of Searing Totems from the Burning Blade Shaman.

Nergo looked at the map. He felt that he should be in the west of Gorgrond now, at the junction of a vegetable territory and a mountain range.

To the north, he could find the Blackstone Foundry, the territory of the Blackstone Clan, at the end of the mountains.

Thinking of this, Nergo took out the dried meat and fed it to the wargs, rested for a while and then planned to continue on his way.

But as he kept walking towards the north, he suddenly discovered a series of messy footprints.

"Maybe this symbolizes something?" A trace of curiosity drove Nergo to observe them. It was obvious that there were many orc footprints, but in addition to the orcs, there were also some strange marks, as if they were constantly scratching the ground with a scythe. The mark left is the same.

But he didn't care about these. What he cared about were other traces, vines, tree roots... those were the traces left by plants.

Nergo realized in an instant that a conflict should have broken out here, a conflict between orcs and plants.

Under the guidance of the warg with a keen sense of smell and experience, Nergo followed its footsteps, but only found a ruined wall.

Judging from the buildings inside, this should be an orc stronghold, at least not long ago it was.

Obviously, the orcs here encountered a raid. Bodies were lying in a mess inside. Even the houses and caves were damaged to varying degrees. They were covered with thorns, and the orcs' weapons and other items were scattered all over the place.

Nergo stepped forward and carefully observed the body of an orc. This orc had the same brown skin as other clans, and was keen on painting tattoos on his body. The only difference was that the orc was wearing a mask on his face.

Nergo reached out to touch the mask, but could not take it off. Upon closer inspection, he found that the mask made of bones had been nailed to his face.

"What a madman..." Nelgo no longer had to search the stronghold to see if there were any living orcs or flags symbolizing their clan.

At a glance, you can tell that they are orcs from the Laughing Skull clan, and only the Laughing Skull orcs are crazy enough to nail a bone mask to their face.

(And this orc is probably crazier than the other Laughing Skull orcs, because he actually uses nails to fix the mask on his face.)

Nergo continued to move forward. He was sure that the Laughing Skull Orcs were nearby. These crazy orcs had a tradition of laughing at death. They would not easily evacuate the battlefield. Either the enemy would die or they would die themselves.

Nergo got off the warg and flew into the sky, wanting to observe down from a high altitude. Finally, he saw what he wanted in one direction.

The wind element smelled the smell of insects and blood from a small hill.

Obviously, those bugs should be the mounts that the Laughing Skull Orcs are used to taming. These orcs are not just riding wargs like ordinary orcs, but they also have a soft spot for bugs.

ps: The Shattered Hand clan can also ride bugs.

"Although the Laughing Skull Orcs are not the best choice, it seems reasonable to recruit them since they are on the way." Nergo returned to the ground and mounted the warg.

After all, it’s not like we can only choose a certain number of orc clans to join the tribe, why can’t I want them all? right.

I want the black stone, and I can't miss the Taunting Skull. If I'm on the way later, I'm not sure I'll have to go to the Dragonmaw Clan.

The Laughing Skull Clan was actually not a deep impression on Nergo.

In Nergo's knowledge in this life, the Laughing Skull Orcs lived on the border of Gorgrond, on the edge of the wild land, which led them to successfully become "barbarians among barbarians" and their living environment was very harsh.

Because of this, the number of people in this clan has never been very large. They are not so much a clan as a mental hospital of orc society.

And the chief of these mentally ill people...who is their chief?

Nergo shook his head. Who knew who their chief was? It couldn't be an ogre.

Nelgo continued to move forward, preparing to search for these remaining Laughingskull orcs.

Whoosh.

what sound?

Nergo suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the dagger flying towards him.

"Heh." Nergo shook his head, "The dagger was thrown a little too far."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

What kind of laughter is this? Nergo frowned, his voice was a little hoarse and he stopped talking. The key point was why he was smiling so pervertedly.