Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

In the field, four dinosaur Loa worshipped by the Zandalari trolls and a powerful troll surrounded and beat a blood plague elemental.

On the top floor of Uldir in the center of the distant jungle, Lei and Freya, who had dealt with G'huun, were observing the battle accompanied by the Mother of Purity.

Freya frowned as she looked at the blood-red Vectis, her eyes filled with disgust: "The breath of that monster..."

The Mother of Purity saw Freya's confusion, and she began to explain, "Respected Lord of Life, that blood plague elemental contains a sample of G'huun's flesh and blood, so it has the aura of the ancient god."

Not only that, Vectis also absorbed a large amount of life force sacrificed by the Blood Mistresses, making him several times stronger than the hungry state he was in the laboratory before.

Otherwise it wouldn't be so difficult.

Lai didn't care much. He could deal with the blood plague element with a lightning cannon. What he cared about were the dinosaurs: "What a wonderful battle. The fighting style of that Devil Tyrannosaurus Rex is very similar to Odin's."

Freya smiled on her bronze face. It was just a mockery of Odin's brain having more muscles than brains. She understood.

After all, that guy is too stubborn and acts in an autocratic manner, and few people in the Guardian system like him.

"I know them. I also examined them when I was selecting the Demigods of the Wilderness." Freya didn't want to discuss Odin, so she changed the subject. "It's just that these dinosaurs are too brutal, and their wisdom may be dim, so I didn't bind them to the Emerald Dream."

If these dinosaur Loa knew that Freya despised them for being brainless, they would probably faint from crying in their dragon dens.

The overwhelming wealth...

I missed it because my brain is only the size of a walnut.

"Well, you are right, but this is a different time." Lei smiled. He knew that Freya preferred peaceful and docile creatures. "Right now, Azeroth is in need of people, and the High Lord chose to recruit them because of their fierce fighting style."

In the center of the battlefield, the five-on-one battle was no longer a suspenseful one.

The Dark Prophet Zul in the depths of the jungle saw that Vectis, who had been summoned after sacrificing a large number of soldiers, was about to be defeated, so he directly suggested that the Blood Matrons lead the troops into Uldir and make a last-ditch effort to release G'huun.

However, they were killed to pieces by a group of reactivated Titan constructs.

Zul finally had no choice but to abandon the Blood Matrons and flee from Nazmir with some of the trolls who were loyal to him!

"Great Guardian, requesting pursuit!" The Mother of Pure Virgin said, looking at the embarrassed Zul.

The Mother of Purity is a secondary guardian of mass production. Her duties and authority are limited to Uldir. As the caretaker of Uldir, she needs a higher level of authorization to send constructs out of the laboratory.

"No need for that. He's just a stray dog. There's no need for us to do anything."

There was a flash of lightning in Lai's eyes, and he had already seen the success of his future plan.

On the battlefield, accompanied by the spiritual wail of the blood plague element, Viktik was blown up and turned into a pool of sticky blood-colored mud.

Rezan tried his best to use his divine power to concentrate the blood and prevent the pollution from spreading.

At this point, the war between the Three-Tribe Troll Alliance and the Blood Trolls in Nazmir was officially decided.

Rezan and the other Loa left the battlefield and returned to their temples to recuperate. Then, after the leaders of the three major tribes reached a consensus, Rastakhan began to send a large army to clean up Nazmir.

This land has not been flooded by the sea water of the Cataclysm, nor has it become a disgusting swamp. The rich natural resources in it are extremely valuable and can help the Zandalari trolls recover quickly.

Therefore, the trolls' mopping-up work was carried out very seriously. Those scattered Zul's loyalists and blood trolls were found one by one and turned into mobs.

At this point, Plan A came to a perfect end.

In the jungle, Zul and his men were fleeing for their lives.

At this moment, their team had less than ten people, and Zul's original golden crown and shoulder guards had long disappeared.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Zul took the lead and stopped. He leaned his hunched body against a withered tree trunk, gasping for breath, and a sound like a broken bellows leaking air came from his thin chest.

If the prophet did not have enough magic power in his body, at this moment he would have no choice but to let his followers carry him and run away.

The followers gathered around and tried to check on Zul, but he waved them away.

"Rest for a moment." Zul straightened up: "Disperse, be alert!"

Listening to the prophet's relatively steady voice, the followers seemed to be infused with confidence. They independently arranged for people to be on guard, and then seized every second to begin to recover their strength.

"Shadra has severed the connection with me. She has abandoned me!"

The person who spoke was the second-in-command of the team, Yazma, the former Shadra priest.

She was born into a priest family and her family has been loyal to the king for generations. She is responsible for keeping secrets and spying on the enemy.

King Rastakhan faced at least fifteen assassination attempts, but each time the vigilant Yazma was warned in advance, allowing the king to survive.

Zul had put a lot of effort into persuading her to rebel, and now he did not abandon her when he fled.

"Gunk and Shirik's followers are hot on our trail. What should we do, Prophet?"

Although Yazma was very important, and Zul understood that she was anxious because she was thirsty for power, he did not speak.

"What should I do? Hehe!"

The prophet felt like laughing when he was speechless.

Now he needs to digest the despair in his heart.

"what!"

Zul let out a low roar of pain. The physical fatigue was insignificant. What really made him sad was his failure!

That's right!

failure!

Failed!

His plan to revive the Zandalari Empire has completely failed!

In order to achieve this ideal, he used almost all means!

Unite the Desert Trolls, Jungle Trolls, and Forest Trolls.

Even the Mogu, their former allies.

Even Azshara, the former enemy of the Zandalari Empire!

In the end, he even turned to Zandalari's greatest enemy: the Old Gods!

"Just one step away... Unfortunately Rastakhan acted too quickly and heavily guarded Atal'Dazar. Otherwise, once I controlled Emperor Dazar, I could have dealt a heavy blow to Rastakhan!"

When Zul thought of this, he could no longer control his anger, and his heart was filled with hatred for Rastakhan and the Council.

The Zanchul Parliament only thinks about excluding the Grand Speaker and the Prophet, and is eager to fight for power in the parliament.

Rastakhan, his close comrade-in-arms and ambitious man, fell into despair and became a mediocre king after his wife's death.

In Zul's view, Rastakhan, who ignored state affairs, betrayed him and betrayed their ideals of reviving the empire!