World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

After driving away the annoying wolves, the two walked on the forest floor one after another. Nergo looked into the depths of the forest ahead, but his face was solemn.

"This is not like you." Sylvanas said: "I rarely see you show this expression, especially when you have just won a battle."

"A few wild beasts that don't know whether to live or die can be considered a battle?" Nergo said: "If nothing else happens, the next thing we have to face is a battle."

"What?" Sylvanas tried her best to explore the surroundings, but found nothing unusual, except...

"Did you smell it too?" Nergo's voice became smaller and smaller as he walked, becoming more and more cautious. Using the power of the air in the wind element, he changed his way of speaking to sound transmission like in a fantasy novel.

"That smell is disgusting," he said.

He felt a sense of disgust coming from the blood of the orcs, as well as the remaining traces of some evil magic.

As the two deliberately concealed themselves, the footsteps in the forest disappeared, and the sounds of chatting disappeared, leaving only the sound of the night wind blowing through the branches.

"ah!"

"ah!"

Screams and painful roars made the two realize that the problem might be there.

Dark and silent nights, people wailing in pain, and disgusting magic.

It sounds like a precursor to something big.

"Sylvanas!" Nelgo said, "Follow me!"

He must know where the problem lies.

The two people ran towards the sound and walked deeper into the forest. The sound was getting closer and closer.

After not walking far, they came to a big tree. Just as he thought, it was an orc. This orc was young, but it was impossible to determine his specific age. There was a necklace made of animal teeth around his neck. , wearing a simple leather armor and a piece of animal skin. In his hand, he threw an ax on the ground.

This painful roar came from his mouth. At this moment, he lowered his head and huddled himself together. Nergo could not see his face clearly to know what was wrong with him.

He carefully asked in orc language: "Brother, are you okay? I am a shaman. Can you tell me what happened? I will help you."

When the orc heard the familiar language, he slowly raised his head, which made Nergo feel numb.

What's this?

Red herpes appeared on his skin one by one, not only on his face, but everywhere Nelgo could see them, there were these swollen pustules, and the rancid smell made Nergo feel uncomfortable.

He can't heal, but he can purify.

Nergo recited a spell, and a white light flashed across his body.

"I don't know if it's helpful." He asked, "Brother, are you feeling better?"

The orc smiled and did not roar in pain like before. Nergo thought he was getting better.

He opened his mouth and said, "No, stain it red..."

Having said this, he rolled his eyes and his body twitched. Seeing this, Nergo could only continue to release purification, but it was too late for him, and in the end, he died.

"He's dead." Sylvanas had a say in this.

"I know." Nergo saw the orc dying in pain in front of him with such an undignified appearance. He thought that he already knew who the culprit was.

If there are still many such phenomena.

"He looked like a zombie before." Sylvanas said: "There were many such things in my previous territory. They were normal humans before, but after being infected by those plagues, they would quickly Become like this."

"It's just that this orc hasn't mutated yet, which is a good thing." She said in her heart.

"You can try to read his memory." Sylvanas made a suggestion, "Or directly consult his soul and ask what happened."

"Good idea." Nergo agreed without thinking.

Reading memories or directly interrogating the souls of the dead is not a taboo in the Warcraft universe. After the Zandalari fleet in the 8th edition destroyed the Alliance pursuers, Jaina did something like reading the memories of soldiers.

Nergo didn't waste time preparing any potions. Those potions would only help him open his mind better and play a supporting role. But now he had no time to waste. He was afraid that his soul would run away to the Shadow Realm if he wasted time.

Nergo ordered: "I will witness everything he passes by in my dream. You must take good care of my body when I fall asleep."

Just forcibly pull out his soul? Forget it, maybe asking him is in vain, it would be better to let him join the new life in the Shadow Realm as soon as possible.

He wanted to see with his own eyes what he had been through.

"What should I do with this woodland?" Sylvanas felt that she had asked an unnecessary question. Fortunately, Nergo had already closed his eyes.

She placed his body into the space in her backpack and transformed into a banshee form.

"I can't purify, but I can also purify." She said, and her whole body let out a more painful and sharp howl than the orc.

Under the wailing of the banshee, all nearby beings who heard the sound fell into their most painful moment, and would slowly die in it.

Trees wither, rocks crumble, and even the air responds with bursts of sound.

Soon, this dense forest turned into a cemetery.

………………

Nergo's closed eyes immediately opened again.

Here's what happened to the orc.

Nergo had no intention of spying on his life, he only needed the memory of his dying days.

"Red?" Nergo was like watching a video, constantly fast forwarding and rewinding his memory, and the surrounding space was constantly changing. In the end, Nergo chose to stop here.

He is a Warsong Orc. During an ordinary hunting trip, he was infected with what he called "red". From then on, his life became more and more fragile. He was exhausted and unwell, and herpes began to grow rapidly on his body until A few days ago, he couldn't even hold an ax steady during training.

He began to fear, was he cursed? He asked learned shamans and asked excellent doctors, but in the end he only heard a story, a story about the contagious disease of the Red Scourge.

He did not publicize the fact that he might be ill. He chose to leave the clan and go to the wild alone, where he ended his life.

"Damn it." There was a trace of anger on Nergo's face. Since this stupid guy knew to ask the shaman, couldn't he tell the fact that he was sick?

At least we can try to save him. It's better now. If the person dies, the whole clan might be infected by an infectious disease.

He opened his eyes, not paying attention to the wasteland around him, or if the surroundings were still lush and lush when he woke up, then he would destroy this place, and no one would be able to leave!

"We must return to the clan," he said.