World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

Nergo climbed to another high mountain and looked at the pale lady who seemed not far away, beating a strange but familiar tune on a drum with one hand.

He was humming a strange song.

"Prairie, grassland, vast grassland as far as the eye can see..."

At the same time, the other hand touched his waist. Although the water bag on his waist was empty, there were still a few bags of spirits in the magic bag tied there for him to drink.

Drinking to drown your sorrows?

No, it's not actually because of this. Nergo doesn't care about being unable to communicate with his ancestors. It's not a big deal. He doesn't expect him to know everything anyway.

In the dark night, on the mountain, beating drums and humming songs.

The combination of these elements creates an unexpected harmony.

"When are we going to contact him?"

Not far away, Sylvanas carefully examined the orc who was said to be able to change the world.

At the same time, due to Chromie's magic, they were not discovered by these orcs and their shaman.

She has been secretly spying on everything about him these days.

She was looking for an opportunity, an opportunity that would leave a deep impression on Nergo.

Beside her, Chromie stared curiously at the snare drum in Nelgo's hand. "We're still a few days late."

Sylvanas turned around, lowered her head and stared straight at him. "You mean you want me to be a hero and save the beauty?"

Okay, that word sounds a little weird.

But Chromie was very happy that Sylvanas understood what he meant, "Yes, I have observed their customs. It is very dangerous or even impossible to defeat an ogre magician at his age. If you could have appeared at that time..."

"Then I will leave a deep impression on him." Sylvanas whispered: "It's not too late."

"What do you want to do?" Chromie's voice was lively. Of course, as long as you ignore the fact that this bronze dragon looks like a female dwarf but is male at the core, he is indeed quite cute.

"If there is no danger, then I will create a danger for him." Sylvanas's eyes flashed with a strange red light, "I will control a beast. I think those clefthoof oxen or thunder elephants are very good. "

Sylvanas didn't finish her words, but it did shock Chromie, "Are you crazy? If he finds out, all our plans will be ruined."

"Why should you let him know?" Sylvanas asked.

"But..." Chromie thought for a while and found that this trick was indeed fast and convenient. "It's up to you. If it fails, we can only go back to this point in time and try again."

I have to say that working with Sylvanas is indeed different from adventurers. If you are an adventurer, you should be shameless to strike up a conversation at this time, and then act as an errand boy for a while to gain trust.

Sylvanas pays more attention to efficiency, and Chromie has no doubt that if she hadn't wanted a powerful ally, she would have started preparing to wipe out the plague and pretend to be a savior in front of the orcs.

"What a bad woman who does whatever it takes." Chromie muttered.

Sylvanas heard it, but didn't care. Everyone she knew and didn't know thought she was a monster. Compared with this, calling her a bad woman was nothing more than a compliment.

"But you are a little too deliberate." Chromie reminded, "How could such a big cow break into a gathering place of orcs?"

And it’s still in the mountains.

Not to mention that it’s not always clear whether a wild beast is dangerous.

Sylvanas thought for a moment, "You are right."

She was too naive. The orc race was different from other races she had come into contact with.

When she was as old as him, she was proud of being able to hunt down a Demonic Spring Lynx, but to the orcs, maybe it was just a larger pet, and it was not even sure whether it could catch the eyes of hunters.

"I have an idea," Chromie muttered.

"There is a special kind of orcs in Nagrand. They are all shamans lost in the whisper of the void." Chromie said hesitantly: "We can try to control such a white ghost orc. The power of the void they master The force should create an opportunity for your heroic rescue plan."

"Good idea." Sylvanas closed her eyes tightly.

The White Ghost Orcs sound like the cultists in Azeroth. Although she lives in the Undercity, this does not mean that she knows nothing about these followers of the ancient gods.

"You and I, with our strength, it should be effortless to catch a White Ghost Orc." Chromie said softly.

"If they are like those madmen in Azeroth." Sylvanas raised the corner of her mouth slightly, "I may not even need your help."

As we all know, everything mixed with the void is somewhat crazy, and the spell of mind control is particularly effective on such weak-willed lunatics.

"I probably understand what you mean." Chromie is naturally no stranger to the banshee's special skills. "According to the information shown to me by the Lord of Time, except for the top brass, the White Ghost Orcs are all crazy. of."

"That's easy to handle." Sylvanas cleared her throat, "Don't waste time, let's go now."

………………

When Arthas led his army to invade Quel'Thalas, after Sylvanas died in battle, Arthas came up with a great idea to torture the ranger general and her soldiers - transforming them into banshees.

And the Banshee's ability happens to be mind control.

In the underground cave of Nagrand, Sylvanas's vigorous figure shuttled through it.

Effortlessly, a lone white ghost orc was controlled by her.

"Chromie." Sylvanas said to Chromie: "Use your spells, hurry up."

Delay leads to change, everyone understands this truth.

Since there are these madmen, there may be ancient gods in this world. Sylvanas does not dare to bet on what the ancient gods in this world are capable of.

Even if her existence is not discovered by the ancient gods, it is still a big trouble for the White Ghost Beastmen to discover her.

"Get ready for another round of time travel!"

Chromie chose to go back, taking Sylvanas and her white ghost orc pet with him.

"Prairie, grassland, vast grassland as far as the eye can see..."

It’s the same mountain again, and it’s the same song again.

The bronze dragon's power of time allowed them to return to the past.

"The next step is up to you." Chromie blinked.

Sylvanas nodded, and the white ghost orc looked around vigilantly, as if waking up from a dream.

Maybe he was a little overwhelmed after learning about the changes in the environment.

But then, the madman's IQ began to occupy the high ground, and the white ghost orc's true nature emerged.

He began to act according to his instincts.