World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

"Fireball!"

"Pyroblast!"

"Arcane Missile!"

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A total of thirteen arcanists showed off their magical powers and let out thundering roars. Spells were formed in front of their staffs, and they began to bombard the orcs' front line indiscriminately.

Close to the side of the ogre army, colors representing the three energies of fire, frost, and arcane appeared one by one.

In an instant, fire shot into the sky and earth flew into the sky, which was enough to make the magic addicts of Quel'Thalas pour out their mana madly.

"Don't be afraid! Believe in the shaman's totem!" the centurions shouted at the top of their lungs.

If the soldiers were thrown into chaos, there would be no need to fight this battle.

When all kinds of spells are coming at them quickly, every soldier can only choose to believe in their commander. The shaman's totem can block the raging flames.

Nergo could see how terrifying those spells were without the use of vision. He was not afraid and kept his expression as usual, "Activate the wind wall!"

"Yes!" The shamans began to activate the wind wall totems buried in the camp. Wind walls emerged from the totems one by one, and spontaneously began to resist the attacks from the ogre magicians.

Although most of these spells were blocked by the wind wall, there were still many unlucky ones who were hit by fireballs that were slightly larger than a washbasin. These blazing flames continued to burn their bodies, making them miserable. But the pain was temporary, as their bodies soon turned into a pile of ashes.

At this moment, Nergo also saw the position of their spell caster, "Get ready to take action!"

These shamans and Nergo formed a circle, constantly injecting mana into the magic circle at the center of them.

Nergo took a sharp breath and shouted: "Elements of the storm, come to my aid!"

boom! ! !

A huge storm element felt the abundant mana in its body. It stretched out its arms and stretched its body that gathered lightning and storm. As soon as this huge wind element appeared, it almost drained all the mana of the seven shamans. They collapsed on the ground, having no strength to fight anymore.

"I need to deal with the ogre mages, and I hope you can help me hold off their warriors."

The storm element flew down the mountain and hit the center of the battlefield with a bang. The moment the storm element landed, it waved its fists made of lightning and summoned a stream of lightning to eliminate all the ogres in front of it, not to mention leaving a trace on the ground. There were big holes.

The destructive lightning and violent whirlwind, the rising flames and the heaviness of the rocks, and the collision caused by the spells of the ogres and wind elements turned the nearby grass into a mess, and all the lives affected by the magic were instantly lifeless.

The aftermath of the spells that flew out was no less impressive. They equally destroyed every unlucky person who tried to get close or was too late to avoid them.

In just this confrontation, the destructive power unleashed by the two sides was already more terrifying than all the other orcs and ogres present. If this destructive power was not restricted by the other side, it could easily completely defeat the other side.

"Hurry up! I'll kill anyone who dares to retreat!" Varoa's voice could be said to be insignificant in front of the noise on the battlefield. He grabbed the ogre magician's luxurious robe, "Finish him quickly! Kill this guy." monster!"

The ogre mage was naturally unhappy to be so offended, but it was hard for him to say anything on the battlefield, "Pyroblast!"

Several mages concentrated their firepower, and their bodies were also surrounded by blazing mana. Fireballs were gathered in front of them.

Seeing the five huge fireballs condensed by the ogre magician, the storm element just waved his hand and summoned a gust of wind, which directly blew away the flames.

The ogre magicians were not to be left behind. Mages who were proficient in the transformation school began to transform everything around them into weapons that could be fought, while ogre magicians who were proficient in the enhancement school also began to inject magical energy into them for short-term enchantment.

Boom boom boom, the power of magic kept hitting the storm element, forcing him to be unable to kill ordinary soldiers.

"Good job!" Varoa was overjoyed. Taking advantage of the storm element and the ogre magician fighting each other and having no time to take care of the other ogres, he decided to lead the soldiers to the front line in person.

He holds a hammer in one hand and a shield in the other. He is covered in iron armor and takes the lead in charging forward on the chaotic battlefield. He is not afraid of the tight line of the orcs. With the iron armor on him, what can a mere dagger do to him?

The other ogres were also inspired by this brave commander. They screamed and stepped forward one by one, closely following Varoa's pace.

Sylvanas just raised her longbow at this moment, and she said: "Orcs, push forward!"

After hearing the order, the orc soldiers began to advance in an orderly manner. There was no fierce firepower from the mages, and there were no shamans to provide them with magical support. There was only a collision between the orcs and the ogres, two old enemies who had fought for hundreds of years.

"Warriors, charge with me!" Looking at the orc soldiers advancing steadily in a tight formation, Varoa felt a sense of fear for the first time in a long time. This orc army was different from what he had seen and heard before. Not only did he feel A hint of chill.

With such a majestic force, perhaps Highmaul's elite warriors will be nothing more than this, right? In terms of formation alone, Varoa believed that they were no less than the elite ogre legions guarding Highmaul.

Varoa, who was once an ordinary soldier, was lucky enough to see the military power of the warriors under the King of Witchcraft during the celebration in Highmaul. After leading the army, he saw with his own eyes that most of the ogre's army had been rapidly corrupted.

I thought I would never see that majestic army again after leaving Highmaul, but unexpectedly I saw it again from the enemy during this battle.

"How is it possible for an orc?" Varoa's random thoughts did not affect his fighting rhythm, and the powerful and heavy war hammer hit the orc's big shield violently.

At this moment, the bloody close combat began.

One of the orcs blocked the spear with a shield, then thrust a sharp sword into its belly, killing it while it howled.

There are also ogres who wield sledgehammers in front of the orcs' shields, showing off their personal prowess and crushing the orcs' heads alive with just their brute force.

These ordinary ogres have no disciplined military formation at all. They just rely on their physical advantages to advance in leaps and bounds.

"The pig is advancing rapidly, isn't it? This is what I like."

Nergo quickly blessed himself with magic to increase his speed. He ordered the shamans: "I know you are in a bad state now. The summoning of storm elements just now has made you very tired, so I don't ask you to come with me. To charge, just stay on the hillside and support the soldiers below as much as possible."

The shamans saw that Nergo wanted to go down the mountain to fight. They wanted to follow him but were unable to follow him. They could only silently bless Nergo.

"May your blade always be sharp."

"Made by the Legion, of course sharp."

Nergo made a little joke. Although he didn't like using swords, this big sword was really easy to use. Nergo quickly ran down the hillside. With the blessing of the wind element, he rushed into the enemy's formation like lightning. .

Nergo, who rushed into the battlefield, did not shout loudly, he just did what he should do with his sword.

Charging, he killed himself in front of an ogre.

Bash! The sword struck his chest hard, and the powerful force killed the ogre on the spot.

Like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, Nergo has adjusted his next target. He will kill him step by step until he is in front of the ogre magician.

"What is he doing?" Sylvanas noticed Nergo who was killing wantonly in the crowd. She was shocked and couldn't help but curse, "Damn reckless."

"Go tell Splitgut and ask him to bring some soldiers to follow King Nergo!" Sylvanas said coldly: "If he dies, I promise that his fief will be inherited by his heirs, but there is one thing, King Absolutely nothing can go wrong.”