World of Warcraft: When Alliance and Horde Characters Swap Roles

"time flies."

Nergo stretched his back and lay on the soft grass, feeling the breeze blowing on his face.

After the episode caused by the ogre ended, Nergo chose to relax his tense nerves for the first time in a long time. A wild hunt was a good way for him to relax.

"How can you lie down in such a dirty underground place?" Next to him was Sylvanas, who was roasting meat in a campfire. She looked at Nergo with a look of disgust.

"You don't understand." Nergo said with a smile: "I liked this very much when I was a child. It makes me feel like I am one with nature."

"It's understandable." Sylvanas said, "When I was your age, I also liked the feeling you mentioned."

"What happened next?" Nergo was a little curious.

"Look at the scenery." Sylvanas was a little nostalgic. "At the top of Eclipse Peak, from there I can see the Sun Temple to the south and have a glimpse of the scenery of Taquilin to the northwest. At the same time, I can also enjoy the beautiful sunset and The Tower of the Windrunner, and a calm lake... I like to go there alone. No one can make any demands on me here."

"It seems like you miss your home quite a bit." Nergo responded casually.

"Of course, I miss every inch of Quel'Thalas," Sylvanas said.

Although I was so reluctant to go even once.

"Very good." Nergo replied absentmindedly.

"What about you? Don't you want to go home?" Sylvanas asked him.

"Have you lost your mind?" Nelgo said as if he had heard a joke, "How long have we been away from Gromash'er?"

"Yes, we are different." Sylvanas said softly.

"What's the difference?" Nergo still looked carefree. He stood up and sat in front of the bonfire. "Nagland is the home of all members of the Warsong clan. It can also be your home. If it doesn't work, I will accompany you back. Check it out at home.”

"Go home?" Sylvanas smiled, "I'm not welcome by them."

"Sounds like you have a story to tell?" Nergo cut off a small piece of the roasted meat and handed it to her, "Come on, come on, we have meat and wine, but we are missing your story."

"There's nothing to talk about." Sylvanas didn't want to say.

"Forget it, don't say it if you don't want to say it." After Nergo finished speaking, the air fell into silence, with only the gentle breeze and the faint aroma of barbecue.

"Do you think a wild beast will suddenly appear?" Sylvanas, who was sitting next to him, asked suddenly while looking at the surrounding scenery.

"It's best not to show up." Nergo waved his hand, "I'm almost full."

Sylvanas couldn't help but laugh.

Nergo didn't know why, "Why are you laughing? You don't really think that a wild beast can make us two weak, do you?"

Draenor would not allow such an awesome beast.

"Yes, yes." Sylvanas turned her attention to Nergo again, "You are the most powerful."

hiss……

A gust of cold wind blew, and Nergo shivered.

"How can such a powerful shaman suffer from the cold?" Sylvanas joked.

"I'm not like you." Nelgo looked Sylvanas up and down, "I wear so little but I'm not afraid of the cold at all."

Suddenly, she felt something extra on her body. She turned around and saw a piece of clothing covering her body, perfectly covering her exposed waist.

"You are wearing too little," Nergo said softly.

Indeed, Sylvanas did not have much clothing on her body, but fortunately, the Sylvanas in front of her was not like some wallpapers...

Sylvanas didn't speak. Maybe she realized that she had been wearing some revealing clothes with Nergo, and this situation even lasted the whole day!

"You should have told me earlier." Sylvanas' voice was a little soft, perhaps under the influence of shame.

Weird, right? Even though she's been wearing it all day, she still gets shy when it's pointed out that she's wearing too little clothing.

Maybe it's like some cartoons, where some characters are flying in the sky one second, but once they realize that they are actually flightless creatures, they will immediately fall.

"I thought you showed this to me specially." He was very straightforward and didn't mean to hide it at all. They are all adult orcs, so what are they pretending to be? Would you say if someone saw your sister wearing black stockings for you? Hey, this is not good~" He wouldn't do it anyway.

If you dare to wear it, I dare to look at it. If you dare to send it to me, I dare to pick it up.

Orcs don't think that much.

"How is that possible!" She was a little annoyed, like a cat with exploded hair. Maybe this was because her inner thoughts were exposed?

He frowned and didn't answer. He was actually thinking about something.

Seeing him not speaking, Sylvanas also felt a little bored. Usually at this time, one of them could make the other person laugh with some polite and not embarrassing jokes. She had learned a lot about this these days. .

For example, when it comes to cold jokes, first of all, she is very cold, and secondly, no matter whether the joke is funny or not, asking her to tell the joke is already a funny enough joke.

And Nergo? He has always been very good at this, and there is no need to study it.

"People's physiques are different." Sylvanas said after thinking of this.

One person speaks out, and the other person may have a bit of idol baggage.

"Yes, you are simply colder than the cold wind." Nergo complained without hesitation.

"I really don't know how your future partner will accept this."

It's outrageous that you can feel the cold wind even if a bonfire is lit while sitting next to this woman.

"Very well, don't pester me when the weather gets hot." Sylvanas responded to him unceremoniously.

"Forget it." Nergo replied instantly. He was still chewing meat in his mouth, so he was a little unclear. "In that kind of weather where you can sweat even if you take off your clothes, it's better to be cool by your side."

Sylvanas sighed, "Someone just said to me..."

Nergo immediately interrupted her, "This time, that time."

"It's so rude, can't you wait until I finish speaking?" Sylvanas snorted coldly.

"You shouldn't have known this a long time ago." Nergo said unceremoniously, "This has been the case since our first meeting."

"There is a difference between you saying it and me saying it." She couldn't help but smile.

"Why do these words sound familiar to me?" Nergo complained.

"It's like..."

"It's like I said this when we first met." Sylvanas said, "right?"

"That's right." But then, Nergo said, "It seems like you are as rude as me now."

"There is no way." Sylvanas said helplessly: "I wanted to try to tame you, but you assimilated me."

It's so unpredictable.

Nergo let out a small laugh, "It's okay, so am I. At least I didn't know how to appreciate your charm before."

"You appreciate it?" Sylvanas said: "For me, beauty is commonplace, and perfection is just an ordinary compliment. Whether you can discover it or not, my beauty is always there."

"How narcissistic." Nergo complained, almost reshaping the image of the queen in his heart.

"So what's your impression of me?" Sylvanas' face gradually came closer to him, and her sweet voice sounded in his ears, "What's your impression of the queen."

"Did I say it?" Nergo said awkwardly, "When?"

"Always." Sylvanas turned Nelgo's tilted face back, "Don't change the subject."

Nergo didn't know what to say, but the Queen Sylvanas in front of her... wasn't bad?

Sylvanas stopped. "It's my fault," she said with a helpless tone, "It's my fault that I don't fit your impression of Sylvanas."

Nergo shook his head, "You know I didn't mean that."

"Then what do you mean?" Sylvanas asked pressingly.

"That's a good idea." Nergo finally managed to say something.

"Oh, I thought he liked me," she said. "It makes me sad."

"You're right, I like you."

Now that he has said this, Nergo will naturally not hesitate, but will express all his thoughts.

The strong big sister is good-looking, handsome, and can be helpful to him. This is simply the woman in his XP who has stepped out. How could he not like it?

The air is a little quiet.

She looked at him with a half-smile, "You finally said it. I thought I needed to tell you this."

Wait, isn’t this the script of She Likes Me, one of the three major delusions in life?

Did I hear wrongly?

Nergo was a little skeptical, but Sylvanas said again: "Isn't it a surprise?"

"is a bit."

Nergo nodded.

"I can't help it. Who said I was born with a biased aesthetic?" Sylvanas sighed: "From weapons to architecture, from music to skin, my people have everything perfect, and I have seen enough beauty."

She smiled softly, "Nergo, you are the rudest person I have ever met. Of course, you are also the funniest person I have ever met. But now, you are also my favorite person."

"I love hunting with you, exchanging sarcastic remarks but only in jest, I love your funny words and your courage in battle."

Nergo was stunned, so the queen's aesthetics is really so biased?

Wait, never mind her.

He didn't expect that Sylvanas would say such a thing after such a long period of silence.

"You are also the most heroic woman I have ever seen, and also the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Nergo's rough palm caressed her cheek, and Sylvanas could even feel the warmth of a living person on her body. .

Looking at Nergo, Sylvanas said: "I remember you told me that there are only four kinds of people in your eyes: enemies, friends, compatriots and rotten meat. There is no distinction between men and women."

"Then which one am I?" Sylvanas asked curiously.

"You are the fifth type." Then he pulled her into his arms without saying a word and pressed his lips against hers.