World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

After experiencing the most difficult task, all that is needed is to return to the clan and resume life.

In a cave.

"It's going to rain." Nergo muttered, looking at the weather outside.

Although there are no signs yet, the elemental spirits will not lie to him. The water and wind elements outside are too abundant, and this is often a precursor to thunderstorms.

Rumble...

Just as he thought, the clouds began to gather, and the black clouds rained down powerful thunder.

Along with the thunder, raindrops also fell.

The wind elements around him kept coming, but the voice in his mind not only did not make him confused and irritable, but instead gave him a sense of peace and tranquility.

The negative emotions such as depression and anger that existed in my heart seemed to be swept away.

Purification, yes, it feels like being purified.

Nergo roared, letting go of what he had held in mind earlier and releasing all his emotions.

Then he gasped for air.

"Phew, I feel much more comfortable."

Nergo peeled off the black wolf's skin and made it into a simple piece of clothing to put on himself.

Although in reality it was simply a matter of washing away the blood and turning it into a cloak.

Don't tell me, the wolf meat tastes pretty good, and the cloak isn't bad either.

Behind a boulder, Nergo tore into its meat, sprinkled the seasoning prepared in his pocket, and grinned: "This is natural balance."

Because of his desire for glory, he chose to hunt wild beasts.

At the same time, he may be hunted by wild beasts because of his honor.

This is what shamans often call balance.

As the time changes, the pale lady gradually ascends to the sky, and the dark night makes the surroundings look extremely peaceful.

There are no beasts without eyes, no ferocious enemies.

There was only the sound of thunder and the pattering of raindrops on the ground.

Sitting next to the fire brought out by Lightning, Nergo wrapped the wolf skin a little tighter.

If nothing else, he should sleep here tonight, and the wolf skin will be his quilt.

Just as Nergo was about to close his eyes, he suddenly heard footsteps not far outside the cave.

His ears twitched and his hand touched the ax beside him.

In the rain, a group of draenei with blue-gray skin were moving forward quickly. Judging from the only thunder elephant in their team and the cargo carried on it, they should be a caravan.

The leader of the Draenei held an elephant-driving stick and urged the members of the team to speed up, "Naru bless you, there is a cave ahead, we can rest in it for a while."

Since Nergo's hearing was pretty good, and he was also an orc who had learned the Draenei language, he naturally heard the voices of the Draenei not far away.

"There doesn't seem to be any threat." Nelgo's fingers holding the ax were slightly looser. Generally speaking, the draenei are still a very kind race.

For hundreds of years, they have maintained a harmonious relationship with the orcs.

“Everyone, please work harder and don’t fall behind!”

"Thanks to the Holy Light, none of us are missing."

The leading draenei glanced back and counted them one by one. There were exactly 9 draenei plus a thunder elephant, and no one was left behind.

"There's fire!"

Sure enough, after getting closer to the cave, some Draenei saw the warm fire in the cave.

"Is anyone here?" The leading Draenei said in stumbling Orcish: "We are a caravan of Draenei people, and we hope to take shelter here."

At the same time, he also asked the accompanying caravan personnel to be ready for battle at any time.

Because among the indigenous people of Draenor, only the orcs are the most friendly to the draenei. If there are not orcs but races like ogres or saber-tooth tigers, then a fierce battle is inevitable.

"There is only one orc inside." Nergo said, "You'd better come in quickly."

Fluent Draenei came out of Nergo's mouth, and the other party obviously didn't expect that an orc could speak such fluent Draenei.

They were stunned for a moment, and then, with a smile on his face, the Draenei said to his companions: "Huh, that's really good, and he knows our language. He looks like a shaman?"

The group of people walked into the cave one after another. Fortunately, the cave was big enough to tolerate the entry of this thunder elephant.

The small thunder elephant was tied to the side. At the same time, some of these draenei unloaded the goods, some cleared an open space, and some draenei were responsible for lighting a fire and preparing to eat something.

"Hello."

Nergo looked up and saw the leading Draenei.

Like other draenei, he has tentacles on his chin and blue-grey skin on his body. At the same time, because he is a male draenei, he also has no hair like most male draenei, and the thick and smooth one on his tail. The tail and the legs of lamb are different from the orcs-the reason why they are described like this is because their legs are not straight, but curved backwards, and the forked hooves are very much like the legs of lamb.

"My name is Thordoan," the draenei said.

"I am Nergo." Nergo simply said his name.

"Are you a shaman from the Dragonmaw clan?" Sodoan was surprised. "I'm sorry, I don't mean anything else. I just didn't expect you to come so far away."

Nergo shook his head, "I am a shaman, but not from the Dragonmaw clan."

Then he smiled again, "It's not surprising that many people think I am a Dragonmaw Orc when they hear my name."

"What about you? Are you a merchant from Shattrath?" Nergo was a little curious. Of course, Nergo would also like to exchange some gadgets with them if possible.

Such as their handcrafted tools and weapons and their extraterrestrial knowledge.

"Do you know Shattrath?" Sodoan was even more surprised. Shattrath, the capital of the Draenei, has always been obscured by illusions. It is a place that the orcs have never set foot in for hundreds of years.

"Of course, our ancestors also visited there before, but it was called Golia at that time." Nergo chuckled.

"Yes, it was the former capital of the ogres. For this reason, we had some... conflicts with them." Sodoan finally chose to use the word conflict to describe the battle at that time. After all, the ogres' offensive came from outside. The draenei of the star don't appear to be very deadly.

"I still remember that day, I was still a child, and my father was the garrison officer responsible for protecting the city." Sodogan said with some emotion.

"..."

Nergo was speechless. He knew that the Draenei were very long-lived, but their appearance was too deceptive. He originally thought he was a young man in his 20s, but he turned out to be a young man in his 20s, but it turned out that he had lived for more than a hundred years. In his previous life, he was a figure who could be mythologized.

Perhaps knowing what he was thinking, Sodoan smiled slightly, "We Draenei almost all remember the day we first came to Draenor."