World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

In Washugu, the orcs' sacred mountain seems to have returned to its former prosperity. Warriors, hunters, merchants, and shamans from all directions are gathering here.

They made a pilgrimage here, and after listening to the teachings of their ancestors and elements, they became even more enthusiastic about the topic of the Crusades.

The shaman told them: To avenge the Blood Ring Clan, we must save the world.

The businessman told them: There are rare minerals and herbs in the East. Go to the East and bring these things back. I have a lot of gold waiting to be given to you.

Slave owners, blacksmiths, alchemists... all of them are telling the members of the tribe: Go to the East! Demon's blood, demon's bones, demon's weapons, and the land occupied by them will all become your wealth. Whether you want to get ahead or want wealth, follow the great chief to the east!

With everyone saying so, everyone has their own fantasy about the East.

"As long as we reach the east, I will have enough gold." A young orc greeted several neighbors. They were wearing armor bought in the market and holding relatively sophisticated weapons. "Hurry, hurry, if we are late, The good stuff was taken away by others!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he began to fantasize again, thinking about whether he would buy a piece of farmland or a pasture after arriving in the East.

In fact, there are not a few such people. As the Crusaders' claims were sent to various clans, from time to time orcs would come to Nagrand with a few neighbors claiming to be Crusaders.

If they hadn't been in groups of orcs, they might have been easily killed by bandits.

The Labor Crusade, the Children's Crusade... Under Nergo's deliberate promotion, a wave of participation in the Crusade was quickly set off among the tribes, Gul'dan was killed, the vegetative people were defeated, and everyone had a share of the land.

6 years before Dark Portal.

Thousands of orcs climbed over the mountains of Arak Spiers, crossed the highlands of Gorgrond, and walked through the meadows of Talador to gather at Grobler Keep and Grommashr.

With their passion, they sold almost all their property in order to buy a set of sophisticated equipment to follow the great chief to conquer the East.

"I have to warn you."

In the meeting hall in Grobler Castle, Sylvanas walked into the door and threw a scroll in front of Nergo.

"More than a thousand Orc Crusaders came today." She frowned and said with emotion: "Do they think that the food in the city is endless, so they can sow it in the morning and eat it in the evening?"

She stared at Nergo, "In just a short time, Grobler Castle alone has nearly 20,000 more orcs. The quartermaster has complained to me more than once."

"They said: Madam, go to the king and ask what should be done with these crusaders? We can hardly afford to feed them. They can even feed three to one cleft-hoofed cow."

Sylvanas was minding her own business, imitating the quartermaster complaining to him that these orcs were simply hungry demons, but Nelgo could not help but laugh.

"Are you still laughing? I'll see what you do when these orcs can't stand it anymore." She snorted coldly, then sat on a blanket in frustration, "I didn't expect you to be able to summon so many orcs. Not prepared."

"Okay, I don't blame you." Nergo leaned next to him, "They are indeed quite enthusiastic."

"You still want to blame me?" Sylvanas said angrily.

Nergo kissed her neck, "Don't worry, leave this matter to me."

Sylvanas held his head, "Stay away from me, I'm almost numb from your electric shock."

"You should let me go." Nergo looked at Sylvanas with interest.

Sylvanas ignored him and asked him instead: "How do you plan to solve the Crusaders' feeding problem?"

How to deal with it? As the crusader commander appointed by the great chief, Nergo was naturally well prepared.

He found a mage and ordered him to connect an illusion to Highmaul so that the ogre leader could communicate with him face to face.

"Good day, Your Majesty." Mal'gok had returned to his former appearance at this time, and he did not look as distressed as he did last year because of the opposition elements in Highmaul.

"It seems that you are doing well." Nergo said with emotion, "I am envious of you."

Margok's expression was a little stiff. He calmed down for a while before saying: "Guard!"

Several strong ogres immediately followed his order and walked into the palace.

"Go and send five thousand gold coins to King Nergo of Grobler Castle, along with two chefs and a steward." He gritted his teeth and smiled at Nergo, "These are all mine. Private gift.”

How could he not know what Nergo meant by saying this? If he thought Nergo was just expressing emotion, then his life would be in vain.

"Look, look." Nergo made a helpless expression towards Sylvanas, "The head of state is too polite."

"But I don't need these things." Nergo smiled, "Just keep it for yourself and enjoy it."

"Ten thousand!" Margok quickly stopped the guards and told them, "Send ten thousand gold coins to King Nergo."

"Hey, that's a lot." Nergo said with a meaningful smile on his lips.

"I remember that during the Treaty of Highmaul, each ogre was required to pay four gold coins. Just a short time ago, the head of state was able to wave ten thousand gold coins with a wave of his hand." Nergo said: "It seems that there are still some in the tribe. The Führer is the richest."

"Thirty thousand!" Margok broke out in a cold sweat. Who doesn't know what the orcs started out as? They started out as bandits and robbers. How can you let them know that you are rich?

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"Okay, okay." Nergo raised his hand, a little impatient, "I'm not joking with you here, thirty thousand? I'm telling you, send someone to Grobler Castle immediately to deliver one hundred thousand. gold."

One hundred thousand? Margok took a deep breath, good guy, this is really a big opening for Goron.

But Nergo only saw a cold face, "Are you having trouble?"

"No...no." Margok's lip was almost bitten. One hundred thousand gold coins, it seems that he will miss two dishes for tomorrow's dinner.

Alas, people have to bow their heads under the eaves!

The country's affairs are difficult.

"That's good." Nergo nodded, "Don't cry in despair. It's not without your benefit to fight the East."

"Tsk." Nergo said, "You are also a member of the tribe. According to the treaty, you also have to contribute to the Eastern Expedition."

ah? I paid for it and I still have to pay for it? I really caught a Tapu sheep and plucked it!

Margok felt aggrieved and helpless, but he had no choice but to widen his eyes and watch the image disappear.

"I must scratch the ground in the east to get this money back." He gritted his teeth. If Highmaul hadn't finally solved the possible rebellion, he would have wanted to take this opportunity to increase taxes.

On the other side of the mirror, Nergo smiled and said after sending away the ogre magician: "See, this is called brain."

"A blackmail brain?"

"Who calls them the defeated ones? Don't give it up for free."

Well, Sylvanas was speechless.

"When the gold coins arrive, give half of it to Gromasher." Nergo's face was calm, but in his heart he was thinking about the first target of the Crusaders. It shouldn't be too strong, but it shouldn't be too poor. What he wants is to let people The Crusaders gained glory and benefit, which could drive the deeper fanaticism in their hearts.

"There must be Crusaders in Gromash'er." Nergo sighed, "As for the task of leading the Crusaders, I will leave it to you. My energy is limited, so I have to focus on the military."