World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

In a blink of an eye, Nergo is also twelve years old this year. According to the customs of the orcs, he is also an adult orc and can prepare for the adult ceremony.

The warriors from the Warsong clan also left very early to come to the Throne of Elements to prepare to meet their shaman.

"Your tribe is here." Garok said to Nergo in the room.

"Yes, mentor." Nergo nodded, and the wind element also told him the news.

"Have you packed all your things?" Garlock said slowly.

"You can leave at any time." Nergo nodded. As early as last night, the two of them had already performed a traditional program - night talk by candlelight.

The two sides had many conversations about the fate of the orcs and Nergo's future, in which Elder Garlock's profound knowledge and Nergo's bold ideas also benefited each other a lot.

Among them, Elder Garlock pointed out that we should dare to think, do, and try in the way of shamanism, and don't be afraid to take responsibility.

Nergo expressed his hope that young people would venture out more, dare to take off the shaman's robe, understand everyone's life deeply, and know the characteristic orc spirit of knowing oneself and the enemy.

Well, the translation is that Garlock hopes that Nergo can return to the Throne of Elements as soon as possible after the adult ceremony is over to take over, and then use the influence of the Throne of Elements and the status of the Shaman Guardian to lead all the orcs.

Nergo, on the other hand, wants to return to his clan and travel around Draenor, using a more secular way to establish relationships with other clans, and finally reach the idea of ​​establishing a tribe.

Now he is still a weak shaman, so what's the use of being a shaman guardian?

At this time, Nergo was sitting on the back of the wolf, recalling the scene where the other shamans saw him off just now.

That's a heart-touching, tear-jerking, reluctant to leave...

It's like the day Emperor Taizong saw off Xuanzang's journey to the west in Journey to the West, and it's like the time when the Han emperor's uncle watched Xu Shu go north in The Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

I just need to say a few words: I would rather love my hometown for a piece of soil than love a foreign country for ten thousand taels of gold.

Of course, it is inconvenient to say more about the real situation.

Anyway, Nergo’s merits are now considered complete.

Just as I was thinking about it, I looked up, huh?

"Where is this?" Nergo asked.

Tazzag, who was on the side responsible for taking Nergo back to the clan, responded: "There are also ogres who call this Trial Arena the Ring of Trials."

A ring of trials?

Nergo was still very impressed with this place. When he was young, he had heard many veterans talk about the Trial Arena.

This is a less fair but absolutely open arena funded by the ogres of Highmaul.

Whether they are orcs, ogres, or the most ferocious beasts, everyone can participate in the gladiatorial battle in the trial arena.

"Why do you want to come here?" Nergo asked: "Is it possible that you want to drag me to the arena?"

"It's just a way. I didn't expect that in just two years, you would even forget the road between the clan and the Elemental Throne." Tazage said with a smile: "However, if you are willing, then I Happy to accompany you."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Nergo grinned and said, "Let's go see how good those arcane fat guys are!"

Although Tazhag and Nergo were both orcs who were just 12 years old, the bellicose genes in their bodies made them both have the aura of newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers. Each of them insisted on going to the trial competition It was as if this matter had to be left.

Different from the trial arena in the game, the trial arena here is more like a small town built attached to the arena. Several ogre arcanists wear gorgeous robes and hold weapons in their hands. With a staff flowing with magic power, he looked at every guest who came in and out with a not very smart look.

Although the mages of the ogres are much inferior to those of the draenei, the ability to throw precious spellcasters out to see the gate is enough to show the wealth of Highmaul.

"Tsk, I thought my life would be smooth after becoming a shaman." Nergo curled his lips and thought to himself: "Damn big dog, no wonder Hellscream robs you every year."

In such a small place, anyone looking at the door can send a mage to come over. If you are so rich, it would be unreasonable for you not to be robbed.

Not to mention that I have a national and family hatred with you.

Tazage on the side seemed to have noticed his thoughts, and laughed in a low voice: "You must be afraid, right?"

"Afraid?" Nergo snorted coldly, "I have not been a bastard in the past two years since I went to the Throne of Elements."

"What a coincidence." Tazzag's eyes glanced around the arcanists, "I am also a good hunter."

"Then today is the day for you and me to make a name for ourselves." Nergo was full of confidence. For him who hadn't had any actual combat for a long time, wouldn't it be a pity not to have a fight in such a good place?

Although the ogres don't like orcs, since they are guests, they can't go against them, can they?

He just said to Nergo and Nergo with a warning: "I hope you can stay here and be good orcs and don't cause any trouble."

Nergo laughed as if he had heard some joke: "Good orc? Don't worry, we are just here to participate in the gladiatorial battle. Maybe you will still pursue me because of my performance?"

The ogre ignored him, and he didn't feel embarrassed. He directly caught up with Tazage who had already begun to crawl in, and said subconsciously: "Hey, wait for me for a while, there is no need to be in such a hurry."

Tazage looked helpless, "No wonder everyone says you can achieve great things."

"Really? I think so too." Nergo laughed and kept looking at the stalls around him.

"It's quite prosperous here." Although Nergo has been in this world for more than ten years, he has hardly been to any place.

And this kind of ogre village, which is very different from the orc gathering place, has its own characteristics.

"Normal." Tazage bought a bowl of broth cooked by ogres from a street vendor. After tasting it carefully, he said, "Ogres attach great importance to hand-to-hand combat. It is said that they will also give freedom to outstanding gladiators."

Nergo rolled his eyes at him, "I believe the first half of your sentence, but as for the second half...if such a thing really happened, then the Shattered Hand clan would not exist now."

Everyone knows that the Shattered Hand clan is a classic example of an ogre slave master who keeps his word.

They promised the orc slaves their freedom if they could win a hundred gladiatorial battles.

But what's the result?

After completing ninety-nine gladiatorial battles, Kargath Blade Fist and other arena masters were imprisoned in the dungeon and could not die.

If those smart ogres hadn't put a few chains on them when they were locked up, allowing Kargas to reach out and pull off the stone, I'm afraid these arena masters would still be waiting to die in the dungeon.

It can be seen from this that if attention is given to attention, can freedom be returned? Think about it in your dreams.