World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Speaking of this ogre colony, we have to talk about the ogre tradition. In order to pursue the power of the Apexis crystal and various artifacts, the ogres once established settlements in various parts of the world during their heyday. Build outposts and fortresses to expand your empire and influence.

After the empire was destroyed by orcs and elemental creatures, the remaining ogre forces obviously failed to inherit this tradition. The remaining forces in Gorgrond, Frostfire Ridge, and Nagrand could only care about their own acre. Three points of land, no longer have the intention to expand vigorously.

Of course, it may also be because the strength is not as good as before, and even if you have the will, you are powerless.

But during this period of time, the ogres of Highmaul didn't know what was going on in their minds. They were actually preparing to build a new village "not far away" near Gromash'er?

This is a big job.

As long as Grommash could tolerate him, he would not be Hellscream, nor would he be called the Scourge of Nagrand by the ogres.

If you don't move and act like a bastard, I want to kick you. If you dare to move, don't you deserve a beating?

No, the Warsong clan gathered their troops and immediately prepared to destroy these fat men's strongholds.

After procrastinating on the road for some days, Grommash's army fought their way to the vicinity of this stronghold.

Speaking of this ogre, it is indeed a race that can dominate Draenor for a while. If nothing else, just in terms of building strongholds, it can be said that there are more ogres than orcs. Iguana people.

Nergo looked at the ogre castle waiting in front, and said with a smile: "If you ask me, the chief will just ask the shamans to come up and turn this stone house into a big coffin for them."

That's right, it's a big coffin, a big coffin that will be surrounded by orc cavalry.

More than five thousand orc troops gathered on the top of a nearby mountain. As soon as Grommash gave the order, all the troops swarmed forward and knocked down their fragile walls.

Some people may think, five thousand? Just a few people? Fighting in rural areas of Seris, right?

In fact, a force of five thousand people is quite a lot, and the Warsong clan is the same as most orc clans.

Although orcs are very capable of giving birth, weak babies will be drowned, so they will be screened for the next round.

Those who cannot fight when they grow up and have thin bodies will be screened out again.

Those who died due to various accidents while growing up still need to be screened out.

In the end, a top-notch clan like the Warsong Clan only had about 10,000 combat personnel.

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"Everyone, get ready to charge forward with me!" Grommash didn't say much. He just gave his order and roared towards the ogre's stronghold while riding his fierce-looking black wolf.

Under the command of Grommash, all the Warsong Orcs shouted fanatically.

The first to charge were naturally Grommash and his fanatical warriors, and behind them were a group of Burning Blade Orcs. These poor and crazy Burning Blade Orcs also sent an army of more than a thousand warriors and villagers. Troops came to join Hellscream's army, glaring crimson eyes and wielding blades, fueled by loot and glory and bloodlust, and marching forward, even in the face of the ogre's boulders.

"Hurry up, don't let the Burning Blade Orcs take all the limelight!" A warrior from the Warsong Clan shouted loudly.

Nergo even noticed that some overly excited orc shamans even chose to give up casting spells from a distance and directly turned into enhancement shamans to attach elements to their weapons and rush forward.

Of course, Nergo is also included.

At this time, in the ogre camp, the ogres inside had heard the roar outside. They all knew that the orc attack had begun, and they even felt that the earth was shaking.

"Huh?" The leader of the ogres looked confused at this time, not knowing what happened.

Just now, just like when he was at Highmaul, he was drunk in his room, but the guards suddenly rushed in, "Orcs, so many orcs, they are coming!"

The reckless guard broke into the camp tentatively, making him unhappy for a while, "Untouchable! You disturbed my fun!"

God knows how angry he is at this time?

As the son of a minor nobleman in the ogre city-state, he once shouldered the expectations of all members of the family because of his magical talent. He lived up to expectations and became a pretty good apprentice of a mage.

As a result, due to some kind of power struggle, his family was annihilated. The ogre magician who once lived in Highmaul could only open up Nagrand with a thousand untouchables. wilderness.

If this was five or six hundred years ago, maybe he could be like the family of the King of Witchcraft, braving the wind and snow and the fangs of wild beasts to carry out a magnificent undertaking and pass down a legendary story.

But times have changed.

To open up now is to give extra food to the beasts and give money to the orcs, and maybe even risk your life in this loss-making business.

Drunk, he used magic, cursed and recited incantations, and a big invisible hand grabbed the guard holding the spear.

"I'm going to whip you hard!"

"Then cut off your head and stick it on a spear!"

The ogre said so.

The guard hurriedly explained that he had something important to report while struggling to leave the mage's restraints.

It's a mess on the ogre's side.

But the orcs' attack did not stop. When the orcs' army appeared in the ogre's field of vision, frightening wolf howls came one after another.

Boom, boom, boom.

Rhythmic drum beats came from the armies of the Warsong Clan. Those war drums made of ogre heads inspired the morale of the surrounding orcs. Red lights flashed one after another, and the orcs who had been enhanced by the bloodthirsty spell moved forward bravely. Brave and not afraid of death.

Blood-red anger was burning, and there was a red light in the eyes. Everyone seemed to be controlled. It seemed that no one could stop their progress, whether it was arrows or the wall in front of them.

The leader, the beast-like orc with tattoos and terrifying eyes, was holding a two-handed ax tightly. While panting violently, he took the lead and broke through the ogre's defense.

That person was Hellscream.

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"The orcs are coming?" Upon hearing the news, the ogre magician looked incredulous. Why did the orc army appear? Where are my soldiers? These damn pariahs!

He was in a panic, "How many are there?" "Who is their leader?" "How many more do we have?"

After hearing the news, he was so frightened that he sobered up. His fat head asked a series of questions one after another, but the soldier was already frightened by his spell and could not speak. The angry ogre magician He grabbed his neck, shook him hard, and finally pushed him hastily.

He overturned the wine and meat on the table in a ventive manner, and he didn't care about the spiced barbecue. He knew that if he didn't think of a way to drive these orcs out, his head would be chopped off by them.

Just like the previous King of Witchcraft.

"I have to live."

"I don't want to die." He said to himself crazily, as if this would help him think of something.