World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

My name is Lantresor, my mother is a Draenei, my father is an orc, as you can see, I am a half-breed, or... hybrid.

I was born in the Burning Blade Clan, Havalo, which is also called the Burning Blade Village by some people, the famous hometown of the Sword Master.

Like the environment here, the Burning Blade Orcs all have very fiery and xenophobic personalities. Because of this, my identity has become an excuse for many people to attack me.

"You're just a bastard who doesn't understand the subtleties of the Fire Blade swordsmanship."

They all said so, especially the Dahl Triple Blood Blade family.

The gap between him and our family started from the previous generation, but I no longer know the specific reasons.

I only know that due to their efforts, many compatriots who do not know the truth also began to exclude me.

Eventually, after their father died, they became the new rulers of the Burning Blade Clan. After taking over, the first thing they did was to exile him.

The Burning Blade clan that determines talents based on blood? ridiculous.

"Hey, Juggernaut, come and take a look, I think we are almost there." Tazage complained: "The environment here is filled with hot wind."

Lantrisso heard someone calling him, ended his memory, and shook his head.

He looked around and said, "Yes, Havalo is not far from the foot of the mountain ahead."

"So we can get to Havalo today?" Tazzag nodded, with undisguised joy on his face, "I can't wait to see the Sword Master fight."

The sultry air caused a layer of sweat to appear under the animal skin jackets of Tazage and the wolf cavalry of the clan. Lantrexo also noticed this. He was in a trance. After many years, he was returning to Haha. Vallo, is he finally going to regain his honor?

Can he go back to the past and live in Havalo again as a sword master?

But can we really go back?

"Who else has water in their water bag?" A wolf cavalry shouted once again interrupting Lantrexo. I don't know why, but he is always distracted these days.

Sure enough, there is no going back.

The people surrounding him were not the flame prophets or sword masters, but the cavalry of the Warsong clan.

He knew the Warsong clan's purpose, but he had no choice.

Personal glory is greater than life and death, and family glory is far greater than one's own glory.

If Dahl does not allow him to use his own blade to bring justice to himself, then he can only choose to use the power of the Warsong Clan to solve everything.

The Wolf Cavalry was very fast, and in less than half a day, he could vaguely see Havalo's shadow.

Of course, chatting was unavoidable during the march. Lantriso pretended to be relaxed and asked Tazzag: "Your chief seems to like to appoint young people?"

Tazhaq smiled and said: "Our chief also ascended the throne at a young age."

"It is said that everyone initially disliked Chief Hellscream, and some even believed that the death of the old chief was inseparable from him."

Tazage spread his hands, "But now? Who cares about that? When Chief Hellscream spreads the reputation of the Warsong clan beyond the grasslands, no one will look down on him because he is young."

He looked at Lantrexo again, "You are also very young. I believe you will also build a career."

Lantrexo couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "Do you think I will become the second Hellscream?"

"Can't you?" Tazzag said: "Nergo told me that you are a genius and will be destined to leave a legend."

"I don't even know if I can beat Dar."

"I believe you will win. He is a shaman. Shamans can always see things that others cannot see, such as the future."

Lantrisso asked curiously: "Do you believe him so much?"

"Is it possible that you, the Burning Blade Clan, don't believe what the shaman says?" Tazzag felt amused. "I've known him since we were young, and he never tells lies."

"No wonder you have such a good relationship. I thought you were brothers before."

Tazage waved his hand, "It's not a kiss, but it's not much different."

"Enviable friendship?" Lantriso didn't want to continue talking. It was hard for him to imagine this kind of friendship after being ostracized since he was a child.

"Havalor is right ahead! Have you seen that village? The Burning Blade Clan is right there. Follow the team and grab the axe. We must reaffirm the tradition and honor for the compatriots of the Burning Blade Clan!"

The commander of the predators shouted loudly. After hearing the sound, the exhausted soldiers screamed one by one as if the shaman had released the bloodthirsty spell.

Morale is greatly improved.

As for why it is for the compatriots of the Burning Blade Clan?

Sorry, they didn't think so much for the time being. After all, the commander just said that they would capture a new stronghold for the chief today.

"who is it?"

Approaching Havalo, the Burning Blade Orcs, who had already known that a large number of wolf cavalry were heading straight for Havalo, had already formed their formation.

Looking at the flags in the team, Lang Kemi raised his eyes, "Warsong Orcs? What are they doing here?"

"Go, tell the chief, just say that the Warsong Orcs are coming, and..." Thanks to his excellent eyesight, he could clearly see Lantrexo in the team, "There is also an exile."

Like him, Tazag and Lantrisso also saw clearly the sturdy orc guarding the door.

A huge shoulder pad on his right shoulder makes him stand out.

"Handsomely dressed!" Tazzag exclaimed, "He must be an orc with very high-end aesthetics."

"That's Lang Ke, the instructor of the Fire Blade Sword Saints, nicknamed Clairvoyant." Lantrexo briefly introduced: "Many apprentices became true sword masters under his guidance. He is also a respectable orc."

Although his swordsmanship is really bad.

Of course, Lantrexo didn't say the last sentence.

"Lantrisso? I never thought I would see you again, especially when there are still a bunch of Warsong orcs." Lang Ke said calmly.

"Perhaps you didn't expect my purpose either." Lantrexo was a little disapproving and seemed not to hear Lang Ke's unwelcome.

"I guess they brought the Warsong Orcs to occupy this place?" Lang Ke snorted coldly.

"Half guessed it right." Lantrisso's face was a little gloomy, "I'm here to challenge Dar, right in the Juggernaut's Cave, using Makgora." "

"If he doesn't accept it..."

"If you don't accept it, you will have to face the soldiers of the Warsong clan, right?" A slightly older orc sneered.

"Dar!?" Lantrexo said with sarcasm on his face, "I thought you didn't dare to come out?"

"It seems that what little sense of honor you have has not been completely lost. This really surprises me."

Faced with Lantrexo's sarcasm, Dahl responded unceremoniously: "You surprised me even more. I originally thought you were just a bastard, but I didn't expect you to become a traitor."

Then he looked at the soldiers of the Warsong clan and said, "Are you going to break the tradition and kill each other?"