World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Soaking in the bathtub, Nelgo kept thinking about what he should say after seeing Velen.

He relied on deception to follow the magic stick route and told them that the elements revealed to him the arrival of the Legion.

Or use friendship and peace as bait to promote closer ties between the draenei and Warsong orcs.

After eating the fruit placed near the bathtub, Nergo decided to take it step by step.

To win favor - to form an alliance - to become a vassal, the operation does not depend on the old age, but on whether it is effective.

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a knock on the door.

"Hello, guest, are you available now?" A strange Delaney voice came from outside the door.

A gentle knock on the door interrupted Nergo's thoughts.

Nergo put on his clothes and followed the draenei outside to meet their leader.

Sure enough, Velen was taller than he thought. Even the guard outside the door was about a head taller than him.

If it weren't for his muscular body, Nergo had no doubt that he would be an excellent warrior.

With his light yellow robe and snow-white skin, Velen now looks even wiser than Nelgona Shaman.

When I saw his deep, wise, bright blue eyes.

"This is an elder full of wisdom." Nergo couldn't help but think: "It's just a waste of this head."

But looking at this silver beard and hair, Vinylon’s life span is more than a thousand years?

Can his little thoughts really be hidden in front of such an ancient man who seems to have transcended time?

Nergo had some doubts, but these doubts quickly disappeared.

"Welcome." Wei Lun said in a soft voice, standing up and nodding in greeting, "I am Wei Lun, you seemed to be in some kind of anxiety just now?"

"Yes." Nergo made no secret, denying that all this was meaningless. "The first reason for my trip is to discuss the trade issues between the Delaney and the Warsong clan. We hope to have a closer relationship with you, and the second reason is that I want the Warsong clan to form an alliance with your people."

Nergo told Velen his thoughts, and the old prophet quietly listened to the young orc's remarks.

"You need to coexist peacefully, and we need your friendship." Nergo held his head high and said slowly, "We are a win-win situation."

At this time, several draenei put food on the table. The gorgeous and exquisite table was even more luxurious with the decoration of these delicacies.

But Nergo didn't touch these things, even though they looked delicious.

He was waiting for Velen's reply.

Velen did not reply to his questions, but asked some new and seemingly irrelevant questions, such as his age, the traditions of the Warsong clan, and the character of Chief Hellscream.

Nergo always answered truthfully without any embellishment. He believed that he could convince the draenei.

Um……

Velen pondered for a moment, "Is this also your chief's idea?"

"Since the chief appointed me as the envoy, this is naturally his idea." Nergo said without hesitation: "I represent the will of the chief."

"If we form an alliance, all of Draenor will be open to us."

Velen fell silent.

The Warsong clan is undoubtedly the most powerful force of the orcs in Nagrand. If they form an alliance with them, the strange relationship between the orcs and the draenei will change.

It will undoubtedly greatly improve the current embarrassing situation of the Draenei people.

Most importantly, this means that the orcs are beginning to gradually accept the draenei.

"I roughly understand your chief's thinking."

"I also believe you come here with friendship."

"But can your people get along well with my people?" Velen expressed a trace of distrust.

You know, even two hundred years later, the orcs still regard the draenei as suspicious neighbors.

In their opinion, keeping a certain distance from the draenei is the best way to live.

Now you say you want to form an alliance? The Draenei can naturally accept it, but what about the orcs?

"Chief Hellscream keeps his word." He explained: "Chief Hellscream's orders are greater than all else, and all Warsong Orcs can only obey."

"We Draenei will not object to an alliance." Velen said, "But I hope there will be more process of understanding each other between us."

Indeed, if there is no mutual understanding.

Even if the chief's order is issued, it is inevitable that some orcs will secretly exclude the draenei, and may even damage the prestige of the chief and his shaman.

"Then let's talk about trade." Velen said a lot, and Nergo was also listening.

In short, Nergo put forward the plan he had discussed with Sodoan on the road.

And based on this as a template, the treaty was finally finalized.

The orcs sell resources such as ores and hides, while the draenei sell weapons, armor, clothing and other materials.

It's hard to say who took advantage. After all, orcs can reproduce and have enough labor, but without high-end technology, they cannot use these resources more effectively.

The Draenei have only technology but no numbers. They can only focus on their technological development and have no extra manpower to collect resources.

As Nergo said, it's a win-win for them.

Since there is no way to form an alliance for the time being, we can only sign a trade agreement first, at least so that he will not be in vain.

At the dinner table, Nergo tasted the unique cooking methods of the draenei. Barbecued meat, bread, vegetables... were obviously more delicious than the orcs' usual boiled meat, barbecued meat, and raw meat.

"Have you heard of Orgrim and Durotan?" Velen suddenly asked: "They were younger than you at that time, but you should be about the same age."

"I've heard of it." Nergo nodded. "One is the heir of Doomhammer, and the other is the son of the chief of the Frostwolf clan."

and the father of the future Shaman of Salvation and bearer of the Doomhammer.

"They were much more childlike when they came to our city at that time." Velen recalled Durotan and Orgrim with a slight smile on his face.

"They were so curious about everything that they even bent the legs of chairs in the house after they left."

"They are the same as you, but different. You are as courageous as them, but you seem to lack some vitality." Velen's eyes seemed to see through him, "You always seem to be worried about something. "

Worry?

I'm worried that the Legion will suddenly come out and kill us all.

But could he just say that?

What will happen if you say it?

Velen led the draenei to expand their power, and the tribe turned into the "empire" of the Holy Light led by the draenei?

Or did Velen just run away and hide, turning his efforts into a joke?

Nergo fell into silence, and Velen also knew that he didn't want to talk too much on this topic, so he could only change the topic.