World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

There is no unnecessary nonsense, no shouting out the names of moves, no attacks that destroy the world at every turn.

The final battle between the demons and the Horde on Draenor put the Horde chieftains at a disadvantage from the start.

Black Hand ran past other chiefs. The strength of this big orc chief was comparable to that of a small gronn. His great strength was so dazzling even in the dark. He rushed towards the place where the magic was the strongest. He was sure that Kil'jaeden is there.

He struggled to swing the sledgehammer, but missed. Kil'jaeden was not here at all. Instead, he was behind him. A black-purple shadow thorn penetrated his chest and pinned him to the ground.

Although they didn't understand Blackhand's current situation, Ner'zhul still wanted to cast spells to solve the current predicament. When the shaman's spells were useless, Ner'zhul drew the power of the Dark Star far away in Shadowmoon Valley. Use darker powers to defeat Kil'jaeden.

"What a rich shadow." Kil'jaeden exclaimed, how many surprises would this world give him? He had been to so many Draenors, but this one was the most interesting to him, but it was a pity that they had not been loyal to the Legion.

Just as Ner'zhul was channeling his magic, he felt a heartbreaking pain that made him scream. He felt like his soul was being whipped by Kil'jaeden.

Soul Lashing, Kil'jaeden often used this trick to torture others.

"Shaman, what's wrong with you?" Kilrogg exclaimed, but was entangled by a mirror image that was the same as him. This mirror image was even more like him than him. The two fought together, but Kilrogg Lost.

In the pitch-black silence, Kil'jaeden seemed to be cleaning his own room, with the orcs scurrying away like rats in his hands.

Although their hearing is excellent enough, in the darkness brought by magic, what can they do even if they can hear? There's no way Kil'jaeden would let them listen to the footsteps.

Uh-huh.

Nergo felt a gust of wind. He held Thunder in his hands to form a lightning shield, and dozens of electric balls surrounded him.

Something was attacking him, a claw.

Evil Claw, to put it bluntly, is Kil'jaeden's avatar. After Kil'jaeden's claws are strengthened by evil energy, every wave of his hand is a powerful spell. Even if it is just an incarnation, his Even a claw made it extremely difficult for Nergo to resist.

A force of evil energy from Kil'jaeden's body violently impacted his body, seeming to burn him to death. Driven by the three primitive and uncontrollable magics of fire, evil energy, and shadow, Kil'jaeden's evil claws seemed to tear him to pieces. He gritted his teeth and endured, but he could no longer hold on any longer. .

Nergo gritted his teeth in pain to prevent himself from shouting and affecting the rest of the people.

No wonder he is Sargeras's adjutant. Regardless of the destructive power of this claw, the simple impact on his body is stronger than the self-destruction of Maronos.

"Nergo? You really surprise me. Why haven't I seen you in other worlds?" Kil'jaeden's voice came from the darkness. He was surprised that his attack hit Nergo. But it didn't have much effect.

Until he explored Nergo's body, oh, that's it, Spellbreaker, right? He was surprised that this was the first time he saw this weird orc in so many parallel universes.

What a tough guy.

Nergo breathed heavily. After all, the magic immunity brought by the Evil Breaker had an upper limit. It was impossible to just find an Evil Breaker and be able to dance in Kil'jaeden's attack. That was ridiculous.

Nergo roared, venting his pain and anger. When the power of the elements failed to allow him to win, evil seemed to be the only answer.

A huge ball of evil energy was attached to his hand. He stretched out his hand to gather the power here, pressed Kil'jaeden's hand, and then opened him away from his chest.

Arrow of Chaos.

Nelgo released an arrow of chaos with his other hand and hit his hand, with little effect.

Kil'jaeden's body didn't care about this impact at all, and even the damage from evil energy was almost like a tonic to him.

"Why do you want to use my power to attack me?" Nergo couldn't see Kil'jaeden's expression at this moment, but he could hear the joking in it. He said, "Aren't you a shaman? Why do you want to use it?" Where is our evil power? Or—"

"Have you finally recognized your weakness?"

"Your power?" In the darkness, Kargath listened to the voices that seemed to come from everywhere. He couldn't tell where Kil'jaeden was. However, he relied on his gladiator intuition to bring him into Kil'jaeden. Jaeden, it is the optimal solution to calculate exactly where Kil'jaeden will appear after attacking Nergo.

He wielded the Kingslayer and released the deadly toxin in the dagger. The moment he got the dagger, he knew the name of the toxin - King's Disaster. He calculated the position accurately and used it to be the fastest in his life. Speed ​​drove the blade into Kil'jaeden's arm.

"Huh?" Kil'jaeden changed his expression. This dagger was the material he provided. He naturally knew how amazing the Kingslayer's toxin was. It was a toxin that was difficult to find in the universe. Then under the effect of magic, Zhonghua becomes part of the Regicide.

There wasn't much expression on his demonic face. Poisoned? So what if I'm poisoned?

However, the pain was unforgettable. A shadow appeared on his hand. The shadow flowed with the air and ran to Kargath's neck. Then he held it tightly, suffocating the orc and almost losing his grip. The regicide.

The shadows continued to shrink, and Kargath's breathing became increasingly difficult. At the critical moment, Grommash's heart was pounding. They were at a disadvantage. This was obvious, but they did not have no hope of winning.

Grommash has always known how powerful an orc can be when he is furious. This comes from the bloodline of his ancestors, bloody violence.

With an angry shout, the anger in Grommash's heart reached its peak. He was going to fight a demon who was famous among the stars. He had always felt that he was incompetent after becoming the warchief. He did not understand diplomacy. He cannot unite all ethnic groups, he does not understand government affairs, and relies on the help of many advisers.

But he was not useless. At this time, it was time for him to fulfill his responsibilities as a great chief. When he thought of this, he felt so proud that he wanted to kill this demon just like he hacked to death Malonos.

As if God was also helping him, a series of Draenei languages ​​that Grommash was not very familiar with came. The darkness began to recede, and the sun and holy light once again shone in the Tanaan Jungle.

Grommash had never been fond of praying, but now he hoped that his ancestors or gods would bless him.

But he was hit by a powerful force continuously. Kil'jaeden did not want to experience being hit by an axe from an orc with death aspirations, so he released several fireballs in succession. These fireballs did not burn Grommash to death. But it also set fire in him.

One of Grommash's arms and shoulders had turned into ashes. He couldn't feel the existence of that arm, and a heartbreaking pain spread throughout his body.

"Chief!" Nelgo exclaimed. He threw lightning to attract Kil'jaeden's attention, and then urged Ner'zhul, "Heal him quickly!"

"It's useless." Ner'zhul endured the severe pain and said, "I can't feel the elemental spirit."

Kil'jaeden didn't even look at them. He waved his hand and the flames became more intense. He had only one target at this time, and that was Velen, the Draenei who arrived in time and dispersed the shadow.

"Traitor." He said with a cold face: "You betrayed the Eredar and killed so many innocent people. Is this the Holy Light you believe in?"

Velen shouted to him: "It was you who lost your faith, Kil'jaeden. Together we could have stopped Sargeras and saved Argus."

"Stupid!" Kil'jaeden said: "Have you ever seen the defeat of the Legion? You are called a prophet, but you have always avoided the fact that the Legion will inevitably win."

He kicked away Kargas who was attacking him, and kept belittling Velen's faith, "The Holy Light can't save Argus, nor can it save these mortals, even if your son has chosen the opposite path to you, the Holy Light ?What’s the use of that?”

He didn't care about these mortals, how could a group of weak orcs rebel against heaven?

"Even their great chief is going to die..."

"But I'm not dead yet!"

Grommash struggled to stand up many times, but fell down repeatedly. His arms were almost unable to hold Gorehowl, and his jaw was broken.

But amidst Kil'jaeden's taunt, he used his last strength to throw Gorehowl, hoping to hit his enemy. Then he stepped forward quickly. The moment Kil'jaeden was hit by the axe, He grabbed the ax again and struck hard.

With a clang, a wound appeared on Kil'jaeden's chest, and the bones were visible.

Grommash continued to press Gorehowl into Kil'jaeden's body in an attempt to inflict more serious damage on him, and then waited for death to come.

But... Kil'jaeden suddenly took a few steps back, as if he had been hit hard.

That was Velen. Velen exhausted all his power. He severely injured Kil'jaeden's incarnation. The sufficient holy light energy not only attacked Kil'jaeden, but also maintained Grommash's life. .

Although it doesn't help, it can at least keep him alive for a while.