World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

"Gromashir has indeed changed a lot." Nergo said with a sigh: "When I was a child, all the clans were orcs, but now..."

He looked at Sylvanas and said, "Not only are there draenei but there is also a Forsaken."

"What do you want to say?" Sylvanas said.

"Nothing, just a little sigh, sighing that my life has changed a lot." Nergo replied with a smile.

In particular, some changes were made because of him, which gave him a sense of accomplishment.

"The blacksmith shop is just ahead. Maybe you can take a look at the Draenei armor." Nergo looked at Sylvanas's unchanging clothes and said, "You can also try to buy more of them. clothes, I think you will look good in their clothes.”

Sylvanas said: "That's what you want to say? Take me to the blacksmith just so I can buy Draenei clothes? When did you start working as a salesman for the Draenei?"

"No." Nergo shook his head, "I want to buy some armor for my army. As for clothes, that's just a suggestion."

The lives of those 500 people were in his hands. He did not intend to treat these 500 people as expendables, at least not because of his stupidity and backward weapons and equipment that caused their casualties.

The Warsong clan has many blacksmith shops, just like the barracks and animal stables here, and Nergo chose a well-known blacksmith shop in Grommasher.

The most important thing is that the boss here is somewhat familiar with Nergo.

The boss's name is Kurion. When Nergo was very young, he often bought armor pieces from him to arm himself.

After walking for a while, Nergo said with a smile, "Forget it, Kurion's flaming scales."

"The name of this store is very unique." Sylvanas said.

"Their boss is more unique." Nergo ignored it and walked to the blacksmith shop to take a look inside. Not to mention, although there were many unfamiliar faces in this blacksmith shop, the old guy Kurion was still the same as before. He was banging with his blacksmith hammer, and he was cursing at the apprentices from time to time.

Sylvanas was a little disgusted. She knew that orcs were a bit "informal" and blacksmithing was not a gentleman's profession, but this orc blacksmith shop named Kurion, which combined the two, still made her frown.

But she didn't say much, just watched quietly, especially when she discovered that there were other races in the blacksmith shop.

"Delaenei?" Nergo looked surprised. He stepped forward and patted Kurion on the shoulder, "Hey, old blacksmith."

"Huh, huh?" Curion was a little overwhelmed by the sudden slap. He looked back and saw that it was Nergo. He said with some irritation: "You little... guy, why are you here again?"

He wanted to curse, but he suddenly remembered that Nergo was a shaman. Although he stopped his urge to curse in time, he still said angrily: "If you want the armor piece, go get it yourself, and then give me the money and leave quickly." .”

Nergo had long been accustomed to Curion's attitude, and he laughed, "I'm not here to buy armor pieces this time, I'm here to talk about a big business deal with you."

"Big business? What kind of big business can you have?" Curion muttered softly.

Nergo didn't answer his words, and turned to look at the new faces in the blacksmith shop, "And the Draenei? Is your business getting bigger and stronger?"

"Thanks to you." Kurion said smoothly: "If you hadn't negotiated business with their chief, not so many draenei would have come to Gromash'er."

"Then who are they? New apprentices?" Nergo asked curiously, why is the Warsong clan's forging technology so strong? Can any blacksmith shop attract draenei?

"Apprentice?" Curion sneered: "It's almost enough for me to be their apprentice. This is the master I hired with a high salary to guide us. Don't you see that I'm here blacksmithing?"

Nergo nodded. Who said that the draenei have to be hostile to the orcs or have no contact with each other forever?

Obviously, as long as the orcs release the goodwill draenei, they will open their hearts and invite them to join the tribe and accept the orc ideas. This is more wonderful than conquering their city.

"What exactly is the big business you're talking about?" Kurion thought for a long time, but couldn't think of what Nergo could buy that would be called big business.

"Do you know about the Draenei's armor?" Nergo asked a nonsense question.

Kurion sneered: "If I didn't know their forging skills are good, I would have gone crazy to give them so many benefits and ask them to come and teach us."

"I have a new batch of German equipment here now, do you see it?"

"Come on, even if you sell me all the Delaney equipment in the store, it won't be enough for me." Nergo grinned, "How much of their skills have you learned now?"

Speaking of this, Kurion suddenly became more confident, "Their skills are good, but our brains are not bad either. At least I have learned nine out of ten of what they taught me."

"Not bad, not bad." Nergo nodded and said, "You really surprised me and gave me a surprise."

"The chief assigned me five hundred soldiers, all of whom are young and strong men." Nergo found a lounge chair, and without being polite, patted it and sat on it directly, "Don't you understand?"

Kurion put down the forging hammer and said nothing.

Nergo spoke again: "The last time I went to rob the ogres with Chief Hellscream, I was lucky enough to kill an ogre mage. I sold his staff for a lot of money."

Speaking of this, Nergo felt a little distressed. You said that if that thing was a hammer, a glove, or an ax, he wouldn't have to sell it so cheaply?

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Not many of them are easy to use when sold to orcs, so the price is much cheaper.

The draenei people don't look down on them at all, and the price is even lower.

If you use it yourself, it is much more comfortable to use a sword in close combat, but the shaman is not comfortable using a staff in long range.

"You still don't understand?" Nergo only felt that this old man was a little bit senile. He said everything so clearly, why didn't he have any eyesight?

Curion looked at him and complained: "You still don't understand? You almost handed me the money. How could I not understand? Aren't I thinking about what drinks to give to a big customer like you?"

"..."

Nergo waved his hand, "I like to drink beer and juice, but I don't mind plain water and milk. In short, what I want is armor, and what I want is good armor made with Draenei technology."

He said with a serious face, "fully armed, preferably with magic effects. No matter how much it costs, I can even get it for you even if I go to the Ogre Arena to play a game."

"Bah." Kurion spat, "Where can I add magic to you? You have a good idea."

But then he whispered: "We don't have the Draenei armor. Do you want me to add some Draenei armor pieces to our orc armor?"

"It's cheap and the quantity is huge. I'll give you as much as you want. It's almost a bit defensive, but it's still much better than ours."

Nergo looked at him in surprise, "You still want to push money out?"

"It's not much money anyway." Curion snorted, "I don't want to see the young men in the clan die on the battlefield because of poor equipment."