Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

During the charge, Garin and his men had already explored the map of the entire village on the Heart of Origin. Garin estimated that there were only about a hundred small red dots in the village just now, which meant that about a hundred orcs had entered the village.

Perhaps the people of Stormwind Kingdom were accustomed to being attacked by gnolls in the wild during the pioneering era, so when they encountered orcs invading the village, they were able to quickly return to their homes and close the doors in time when the alarm sounded.

This greatly reduced the casualties of the villagers, and Garin was also able to better find the location of the orcs. As long as he heard the sound of banging on the door nearby, he would immediately rush over and kill the orcs.

Bang!

Bang!

Jialin pricked up his ears, listened to the sound and determined the location, then approached at high speed.

An orc warrior was smashing the door of a residential building. Garin rode his horse to charge, but the orcs who had noticed him in advance dodged. Garin dismounted directly. He was not skilled enough in fighting on horseback, so it was better for him to dismount and fight on foot, then mount his horse to look for the enemy.

Judgment! A long-range shot of the Hammer of Light.

The orcs were enraged.

Hammer of Holy Light!

The orc was stunned.

Crusader Strike!

The orc was beheaded.

He put away his sword, turned around, mounted his horse, and looked for the next orc.

Garin discovered that most of these orcs were at level four or five, but he didn't know which tribe they were from. If this was the general situation of the orcs, then most of the human army was only at level two or three, and only the individual combat capabilities of the elite troops could face the orcs without pressure.

While carefully investigating the strength of these orcs, Garin sent them to the west. When he passed by a team of three people besieging an orc, he also snatched a head.

Not far away, Turalyon and his men were fighting against a small group of orc soldiers, about four orcs. Turalyon was fighting one against three, and Varen was dragging another orc with great effort, while the wizard who followed them was working hard to provide support, slowing them down, turning them into sheep, and freezing them with frost arrows.

The orcs were enraged and wanted to kill the wizard first, but were held back by Turalyon.

Garin took a close look at the orcs' attire. One of them was very well-equipped, with iron combat boots, a steel belt, spiked shoulder pads, and a fine steel battle axe. He was at least a low- to mid-level orc warlord.

When Garin saw that Turalyon and his men were in danger, he immediately wanted to help them. He infused the horses with holy light, and the horses sped up like sacred foals.

The excellent warhorses of Arathi Highlands, accelerated by Holy Light, beheaded an orc from behind with a single sword from Garen before he could react.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, and the blood gushing from the neck dyed the yellow dirt road red. The orc commander saw one of his men being killed by Garin in front of him, and he was immediately furious. He roared and turned to attack Garin.

Garin jumped off his warhorse and patted the horse's neck, and the horse intelligently left the center of the battlefield.

Ding!

The battle axe and Tokal collided, producing a loud noise. Through this test, Garin could roughly feel that this commander-in-chief was quite powerful, and should be at the peak of the seventh rank.

Moreover, the orcs have strong physiques and a bold fighting style, which is very different from humans' fighting style that focuses on skills. It was hard for Turalyon to hold on for so long.

Parrying and counterattacking, Garin intended to test the limits of the Orc Warlord, forcing the Orcs to their limits in defensive counterattacks, controlling the tempo of the battle. Anyway, he had the invincibility to his side, so he was not afraid of being overturned. At most, he could kill him by spending money.

The orc felt that every one of his attacks was blocked. His eyes turned red. He swung his battle axe and attacked again and again, vowing to chop Garin down with his axe.

The two exchanged more than ten moves. Garin spotted a flaw in the orc commander. When his old strength was gone and new strength had not yet been generated, Tokal raised the tip of his sword and slashed it, leaving a long wound from the orc's right leg to his left chest. The fine steel belt broke into two pieces and fell from his waist.

The orc commander let out a terrible wail, and then seemed to use some forbidden technique. A red rune appeared on his head, and then his entire body turned red.

Garin guessed that this was the orcs' racial talent, bloody rage. This racial talent could increase basic melee attack power by 25%. It was an explosive skill that could improve one's combat capability in a short period of time.

Garin remembered that this skill had a drawback. When activated, it would reduce the amount of treatment received. The solution in the game was to use the Paladin's Blessing of Salvation to reduce the hatred value.

However, the orc warlord should be desperate now and wants to use this racial talent to kill Garin first.

Faced with the orcs' more violent attacks, Garin continued to block, dodge, and counterattack. The orcs' violent movements made his muscles tear more severely, and blood gushed out of the wounds.

Ah! I'm bleeding all over the floor!

Somehow, Garin dubbed the orc opposite and continued to cut his arm with the blade of his sword.

The laceration on his chest, coupled with the injury to his arm that was used to wield the weapon, caused the orc commander to regain his sanity due to the great pain. He stopped and stared at Garin closely, his eyes moving slightly as he carefully observed the situation.

Two skinny humans were fighting with their two most capable subordinates. It was a pity that one of the subordinates who cooperated well with them was beheaded by Garin. Otherwise, if he cooperated with them, he could run away even if he couldn't win. He was careless and thought that the villagers were all noobs and underestimated the enemy.

Garin walked around the orc warlord, paying attention to the situations of Turalyon and Varen from time to time. The two of them were obviously like flowers in a greenhouse, with great strength but no corresponding combat experience. So Garin didn't care about them, expecting them to grow rapidly in this life-and-death struggle.

After all, there was not much time left for Stormwind City, so he tried his best to help and reduce civilian casualties. In the end, the orcs rushed over, and the dark tide was too fierce. He did not want to stop it. He was ready to contact Drake at any time to see if he could borrow some transport ships and use the ships built in his own dock to take away all the residents of Stormwind City.

The Orc Warlord was breathing heavily. In order to buy time to give Turalyon and the others a chance to grow, Garin had no intention of continuing to fight him head-on. He just wanted to hold him back. How could this bleeding debuff last for such a long time and directly put him into a weakened state?

The battle lasted for a while, and Turalyon and Valen had ended. After all, they were both elites of the human kingdom. Not to mention their talents, and with the training of famous teachers, they had surpassed most people at the starting point. Or it could be said that their starting point was the end point for some people.

What they lack is combat experience. The life-and-death fighting experience that Garin gives them is a way to quickly fill this gap.