Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

The father that Liam missed so much has now been brought to Fenggu Village by Garin.

Although the werewolf curse brought him an increase in strength, that was an increase in werewolf form. At this moment, he was in human form, and the massive blood loss caused the elderly him to fall into a deep coma.

"Is he okay?"

Garin asked the royal pharmacist Clennan.

As Gene's royal pharmacist, Clennan was quite familiar with his physical condition. "It's nothing serious. The werewolf curse has repaired all the wounds on your majesty's body. The reason why he is unconscious now is just because of excessive blood loss and weakness caused by old age!"

"He seems to be dreaming!"

Garin looked at Gene's eyes rolling under his eyelids and raised new doubts.

"It's normal for an old man to have many dreams. Your Majesty will be able to recover most of his energy once he wakes up."

Clennan put away his bottles and jars. He already knew who the big man was who rescued King Jean, so he felt at ease leaving his king here.

"Your Majesty, I need to continue improving the werewolf serum. I recently discovered that Luna Grass has a strong effect on the efficacy of the drug. Unfortunately, my stock is almost used up."

"Luna grass?" The Wind Walker sisters took over the conversation. "We happen to have some research on this herb. Let's go find some for you."

The Windrunner sisters didn't want to face an old human here with Garin, so they found something to do.

"go Go!"

Garin watched the Windrunner sisters and Clennan leave, then rolled his eyes and sat cross-legged next to the unconscious Gene.

His mind sank into his brain, and he found the authority over dreams that Ysera had given him.

This thing allows Garen to enter the Emerald Dream anytime and anywhere in Azeroth. I wonder if it can invade Genn's dream?

Give it a try!

Garin's mental power began to radiate outward, then enveloped Gene.

Then Jialin felt that it was pitch black around him, with only a faint light not far away.

Trying to get closer to the light, after passing through a thin barrier, his vision became wide and what he saw was a city wall, exactly the same as the Gilneas city wall he had seen not long ago!

Arrived!

This is Gene's dream world!

Jialin scanned the entire city with his mental power and soon saw a group of fully armed soldiers guarding two people, one big and one small, at the top of the north gate.

The tall figure was wearing the traditional Gilnean noble dress, with a rapier and a pistol hanging on both sides of his waist. He wore a black top hat, his black hair and beard were neatly trimmed, and he had a pair of glasses on his eyes.

It turns out that Gene was so cool when he was young, he was like a gentleman king.

However, he soon learned from the conversation that he had guessed wrong. The king was not Genn, but his father, the previous king of Gilneas, Archibald Greymane, and the child was Genn.

"Never accept help from anyone, son..."

King Archibald Greymane stroked the top of his son's head and said, "It is best to find your own footing. That is what separates the great from the ordinary."

Gene, his seven-year-old son, felt the warmth of his father's palm and reached out to touch the recently built city wall.

Those walls stood as a formidable testimony to the power of this nation, but for Gene, most of all it was the man who stood before him.

"Do you think all this was built with the help of other kingdoms?" Archibald continued to instill his ideas into his heirs.

Hearing this, Garin turned around and looked. The towers of Gilneas City were lined up one after another under the high walls. It was a prosperous urban area with large roofs spread out on both sides of the streets. The shops, factories, and chimneys with billowing smoke all told Garin about the vitality of the city.

This is indeed a city full of prospects, and its residents are full of potential. Who can imagine that this is Gilneas more than 30 years before the Dark Portal? It is also considered a world-class city in Azeroth.

As the saying goes, nothing is certain. Who could have imagined that fifty years later, this city would be in danger?

"When I was a young prince like you are now, my father would never have dreamed of such a situation! But I had such a dream, and I worked hard to create it with my own hands, and now look here... all of this has come true, without accepting aid from Stormwind, nor begging for help from Lordaeron. And I have never bowed down to those long-eared arrogant elves in Quel'Thalas."

Archibald continued to talk about his efforts after he ascended the throne, which had a great impact on little Jean and left him with the impression that his father was extremely powerful.

"Now get up, child. Get up, and don't ask me to help you anymore, because all this will be yours, and when you get it, you must be ready."

"This is yours, father. Gilneas will always be yours."

Archibald smiled, his tone softening.

"No, my child. The prince will grow into a king, and the day will turn into night. That is the way things work. Come, I dare say it is beginning to get cool. Let us dine. I believe there is roast boar tonight."

Gene stood up quickly.

The boar was succulent and delicious, prepared by what Genn believed to be the finest court chef in Gilneas.

That was the most delicious delicacy in little Gene's heart.

"Can I have two helpings of wild boar for dinner, Father?"

"If you want, son, you can eat it. This is the way of life for royalty and kings."

The two men walked down the wall while talking. The last few rays of light in the day whistled across the dark grey sky.

And Garin's eyes became dark again.

Is this over?

Your dream is a little short.

Jialin opened his eyes and found that the sky was already slightly white. The dream blurred Jialin's concept of time. Although it was only a few minutes, it was almost dawn in reality.

However, Gene was still in a coma, and his eyeballs were still moving, indicating that he had entered the next dream.

So Garin once again peeked into Gene's dream with ease.

It was still Gilneas City. This time the center of the dream was in the royal courtyard, and the time when it happened was very close to now, because Garin saw a familiar figure: Liam.

"Oh!"

Liam slammed his hand down on the table where a letter lay unfolded.

"Father, please rejoin the Alliance. Fighting alone will destroy Gilneas!"

Liam tried hard to express his point of view. He was still a teenager, but he was not a young man who was too timid to speak his mind. Although he was young, he had been on the battlefield and seen blood. His fighting skills were no worse than those elite Gilneas warriors!

Liam was very angry at the moment. He totally disagreed with his father's decision to close the Greymane Wall.

"You can leave now, Liam. I've heard your opinion on this matter, and I'm glad that you have grown up and have your own ideas, but I don't like the way you express it." Gene raised the goblet on the table and took a sip of the wine in it.

"What if the plague of natural disasters spreads to our place? What should we do then?" Liam continued to ask.

A plague of natural disasters!

It turned out that at this point in time, Arthas stabbed his father with Frostmourne in his hand, and then the entire Royal City of Lordaeron became the headquarters of the Scourge. The refugees from Tirisfal Glades and Northern Silverpine Forest fled everywhere, and some of them ran to the bottom of the Greymane Wall, trying to take refuge inside the high wall.

If it were Stromgarde, they would have opened the Wall of Thoradin to accept the refugees long ago. What is the most important thing in troubled times?

Food and population!

That represents the source of manpower!

However, we must also take precautions, at least conduct strict screening when accepting refugees to prevent spies from the curse sect and food containing the plague from entering the country.

"plague?"

Jean took another sip of his wine. "That is why our great empire is separated from the other kingdoms by a wall,"

Gene recalled his father's words and sternly lectured his child, but he was beginning to feel a little drunk, and the conversation was giving him a headache.

"What if these guys had climbed over your walls? What would have happened, Father? And what if we could have taken steps to prevent it?"

Facing Liam's stiff neck, Gene stood up suddenly and slammed the still-full wine glass onto the stone floor. "How dare you question your father, boy? Get out of here!"

The goblets rolled on the ground with a clinking sound, and the wine spilled all over the floor like flowing blood.

Liam was stunned and stared at the cup for a long moment before he spoke.

"No, father! You must listen to me, or I will not leave."

Liam was still making a final attempt: "Please really listen to me, really listen once. They are begging, father. The people of Lordaeron are proud. They will only ask us for help in the most critical moments. Now they are about to die..."

"That's a weak request! Do you want to go there? Do you want to face those freaks? Don't you?"

Genn's gray eyes were full of determination: "No, I will not let my son or anyone in Gilneas risk their lives. My father wouldn't do this, and neither will I, his son!"

"Always copying Grandfather. Always like that. As if you weren't the king, but just a butler who's temporarily warming his chair until he comes back."

"How dare you talk like that, boy?!"

"There are other ways to think about it..." Prince Liam made a completely different choice from his father.

"When I was your age, all I wanted was to be like my father. That's my duty as a prince," Gene said sternly.

"And a prince's duty is to become a great monarch someday."

Liam turned and walked away with a look of dissatisfaction, as if his 200-pound body contained 199 pounds of rebellious energy.

"Ugh!"

Gene in the study sighed heavily: "Go away, go away, get out of my sight! Go away! Child, you don't understand, the Greymane Wall will protect us."

Voiceless Gene muttered to himself, then stumbled back into his chair.

"It will keep all outsiders out, and the Kingdom of Gilneas will be forever powerful... forever!"

His voice gradually grew louder, as if he was strengthening his conviction.

Then the light around him went dark again. This time, Garin did not leave immediately. He was sure that Gene would not wake up so soon, and he was prepared for a dream within a dream and a series of dreams.

Sure enough, the next scene began soon.

In a dark forest, a group of corpses were lying in a mess, including Gilneas Royal Guards and a large number of werewolves with black manes.

Most of those werewolves died from gunshot wounds. There were large and small trumpet-shaped wounds on their chests, which were caused by muzzle-loading guns.

This time the time point is closer to the present, and the werewolf curse has already broken out in Gilneas.

Garin remembered that from then on every full moon night, Gene would launch a hunting operation. It was a secret that only existed among the nobles and could not be told to ordinary citizens.

The Gilnean nobles who join the action will each lead fully armed private soldiers into the Black Miasma Forest, searching for creatures that most people believe to be legendary, and then destroying the scourge.

It was unknown how long this hunting battle lasted. The heat from the corpses had dissipated, and pools of blood on the ground began to solidify.

At this time, a figure crawled up from a group of corpses. Garin looked closer and saw that it was Gene, the owner of the dream.

He reached out a hand and touched the warm, wet spot on his shoulder, where the skin was throbbing and stinging.

Looking at the sticky, bloody blood on his hands, Gene felt like he was falling into an ice cellar!

He was injured, bitten by a werewolf!

Who could have thought that this werewolf, who had been so irrational and only knew how to bite anyone he saw without fear of life or death, would actually ambush his team under the leadership of a higher-level werewolf!

Fortunately, the guards swore to protect them to the death, and the last werewolf was killed by Gene's musket, but before he pulled the trigger, the high-level werewolf also bit his shoulder.

The feeling of fear coursing through his body made the King of Gilneas feel sick. He was afraid that he would turn into one of those werewolf monsters that he hated!

And he knew that once Godfrey and his ministers saw him being bitten, they would definitely do what he expected them to do.

He would have done the same thing if he were in their shoes.

They would shoot him so that the curse would not spread further.

Thinking of this, Jincang immediately wiped the blood from his shoulder and pulled up his collar.

"Your Majesty, are you okay?"

Soon, Lord Godfrey's shouts were heard from outside the dense forest!

Gene's heart tightened, and he immediately frantically took out a roll of gauze from the backpack on his back and hurriedly stuffed it under the shoulder pad of his clothes to prevent new blood from flowing out!

"Your Majesty! Where are you?"

The shouts came through the forest, getting closer and closer!