Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

After going berserk, Durotan's strength increased greatly, and he was reaping the lives of the Shadow Council assassins as if he had turned into an invincible power.

As the assassins fell one by one, the rich blood color on Durotan's body began to fade, and Terongor took advantage of the gap when Durotan killed the last assassin and performed a life siphon!

After Durotan was hit by the life siphon, a thick green energy connected his right hand and Teron'gor's right hand. The remaining vitality in Durotan's body was forcibly taken away from his body, and he let out a shrill scream.

After a while, Durotan, who was as strong as a giant bear, was sucked into a mummy!

What a powerful Star-Absorbing Technique!

"What an evil magic!"

Chromie watched very seriously, muttering to himself, his eyes full of disgust. This reminded her of the Burning Legion's invasion of Azeroth 10,000 years ago, and the stench of fel energy on those demons!

"Sooner or later, he will be purified by my holy light!"

Garin looked at this evil spell, and goose bumps rose and fell all over his body. It was so disgusting to be sucked into a mummy, and he was sucked by an ugly green-skinned orc. The visual impact was too hot for the eyes. It would be better if it was replaced by a female fairy.

As soon as the life siphon ended, Talongor turned his head and looked at the hiding place of Garin and the others! It should be that the sound of Garin and the others talking was detected. How could he detect them from such a distance?

What a strong alertness! No wonder he ran so fast last time!

Teron'gor hurried forward to check Durotan's body, confirmed that he was dead, reached out and pulled out one of his fangs, then immediately opened a demon portal and jumped in. The portal slowly closed and disappeared.

The surroundings returned to silence, and except for the faint light of fire in the cave, it was pitch black.

"Did he leave?"

Garin looked at Gandalf, who had said before that he was very sensitive to this evil power and could sense it from a distance.

"He ran away, very fast!"

In history, Teron'gor was also known as the famous Teron Rune, but he eventually died at the hands of Orgrim.

I'll kill him when I have the chance, take his soul, and make sure he can't even be a Death Knight.

After confirming that there were no orcs around, Garen walked over. He wanted to collect Durotan's spirit first.

The battle at the entrance of the cave was extremely brutal. In addition to Durotan who was sucked dry, more than a dozen assassins of the Shadow Council were killed. Some were beheaded by Durotan, and some were cut in half. There were broken limbs and arms all over the ground, and large amounts of blood splattered everywhere.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how miserable!"

Garin found that Cromie was a sharp-tongued and talkative person. She would say something from time to time, regardless of whether anyone responded to her or not. Garin thought she was just a funny crosstalk performer.

"It was quite horrific, the intestines were all out and blood was all over the floor!"

Well, Jialin took over the conversation and he was the one who played the supporting role.

"A large number of heroic spirits have been detected. Do you want to collect them?"

Garin first glanced at Chromie. In the latter's puzzled eyes, Garin silently said in his heart: "Collect!"

A long time ago, Garin had tested it and found that only he and the heroes summoned by the Altar of Kings could see the flying souls. Chromie majored in the power of time and could not perceive the souls contained in these corpses.

If it were a high-level shaman or warlock, Garin would not dare to be so blatant.

White light began to appear on Durotan's body, as well as the bodies of several Shadow Council assassins around him, and then their souls slowly rose until they disappeared.

The Shadow Council made a big move, sending out at least five high-level ninth-level assassins just to deal with Durotan and his wife, and two more assassins went after Draka.

By the way, Draka and Go'el, I haven't finished opening my Durotan gift pack yet!

Garin collected Durotan's body and his door axe, and then they hurriedly chased in the direction of Draka's breakout. The huge footprints of the Frostwolves on the soft ground near the swamp were the landmarks of their progress.

They tracked the car until early morning and found the Frostwolf that had been carrying Draka in the dense forest. At this moment, the Frostwolf had become a corpse and was already cold. An orc assassin was lying not far away.

It seems that one of the two sides has been replaced.

But there were no tracking traces at this time, and neither Galen nor Gandalf were good at tracking. This was the hunter's job!

Glancing at Chromie, the little dwarf was looking around, as if studying the fight between the Frostwolf and the orc assassin.

Can't count on it.

Fortunately, Gandalf discovered that the Anbu had activated a new mechanical animal, so the three of them were able to continue moving in the direction of the animal.

Arriving near the source of the Elwin River, Garin saw that the 7th Anbu Team was already waiting by the river, and one of the Anbu was holding a basket in his hand.

"Your Majesty the Duke!"

"how is the situation?"

"After the two orcs caught up with the female orc riding the Frostwolf, they fought a battle. The Frostwolf stayed behind to cover their retreat. The female orc came to the river, put the baby in a basket and let it float away with the current. Finally, she turned around and died together with the last assassin!"

"What a strong temper!"

"A heroine!"

Chromie started, and Garin followed up.

Then Garin took the basket from the Anbu's hand. The little orc in the basket felt the basket shaking, opened his eyes, and looked at Garin quietly. His little sky blue eyes were so pure.

This is the future world, Sha, he is so weak at this moment, if I want to kill him at this moment, will the bronze dragon next to me suddenly kill me? Will there be several portals appearing next to me immediately, and then several eternal dragons will jump out?

Should I do the same as Blackmore?

Adopt him, train him, give him love, bind him with family affection and friendship, let him become the backbone of the Crusaders, let him become a world shaman, fighting for Azeroth?

Don't forget your original intention and keep your mission in mind. Only by keeping your original intention in mind can you achieve your goal!

For Azeroth, for Stromgarde, for the Crusade!

Jialin silently recited a few beliefs from his previous life to clear his mind of distracting thoughts.

"What do you want to do with this little orc, Prince Garin?" Seeing that Garin was stunned for a long time, Chromie asked.

"I want to adopt him and train him to be a warrior of justice! I feel a great mission in him!"

Garen was testing Chromie's attitude towards him. He had already changed the course of history in Kalimdor beyond recognition. The Tauren arrived at Mulgore Steppes twenty years earlier, occupied all the barren lands, and robbed the future orcs of their place to settle.

Chromie's appearance made Garen confused about her attitude, so he decided to try to adopt Thrall and change history.

"What a great idea!" Chromie began to mutter to himself again: "I'm counting on you, Garin."

After saying these two sentences, Chromie stopped talking, leaving Garin confused about what he was thinking for a moment. But who cares? She didn't refuse, which meant she agreed.

Holding the basket, he saw the place where Draka died, collected her spirit and that of the orc assassin, and then put her body and Durotan in the same bag. Since he had decided to adopt Thrall, he had to do the first thing for this little guy, which was to collect the bodies of his parents, bury them properly, and erect a monument or something.

"Chromie, I'm going to Stormwind Kingdom to find Sir Lothar. Do you want to come with us?" Garen said this against his will, and silently said in his heart: Get out of here quickly, get away from here.

"Okay, let's go back together."

Jialin was speechless. This time he encountered a sticky person, but it was not easy for him to just run away, as he would appear to be guilty.

"You, Team Seven, did a great job. I will record your achievement and reward you later. Now, cooperate with the new ANBU members to bring their families to Holy White City!"

After giving the new order to the Seventh Team, Garin and his men left here and headed east, and soon arrived at the tower on the mountain top where Lothar's army was stationed.

When Galen came from the east and was surrounded by Stormwind soldiers, he took out the token that Lothar had given him before, and successfully met Sir Lothar, whom he had not seen for a long time, in the high tower in the center of the camp.

"Long time no see, Garin!"

"Long time no see, Uncle Losa, is everything okay at the border?"

It has been more than half a year since Garen left Stormwind Kingdom. During this time, he has been wandering around Kalimdor and has not paid much attention to the affairs of Stormwind City. If the Anbu had not discovered Durotan and his wife, he would probably still be in the northern Barrens attacking Thorn Ridge.

"The orcs have covered the Swamp of Sorrows with fog. We can't find their main force. There have only been small-scale conflicts during this period. Everything else is fine!"

Lothar was very happy to see Garin again. Garin, this younger generation, was talented, strong, and had a calm personality, making him likable.

At this time, he found that Jialin was only one step away from the legendary level, and he was only fifteen years old, but he had already reached the strength that he had spent most of his life to break through.

"Jialin, you have become even stronger. You are truly a young person to be feared!"

"Uncle Losa, thank you for your compliment. Actually, I came here this time to inform you of important intelligence!"

After Garin finished speaking, he saw that Lothar's expression had also turned serious, and the two of them immediately switched from chatting about family matters to discussing military affairs. Both of them were leaders of troops, so this quick transition did not feel out of place.

Garen first briefly introduced Gandalf and Chromie to Lothar, and then recounted the meeting between Durotan and Orgrim yesterday, how Gul'dan sent assassins to assassinate the chieftain of the Frostwolf clan who openly opposed him, and how Durotan and his wife were killed.

Garin did not explain who these names represented or what their status was among the orcs. If Storm Kingdom could not even figure this out, then their spies and mages were just eating for nothing, and Storm Kingdom would have become the second most powerful human nation in vain.

Lothar listened very seriously, thinking in his heart about a series of problems that would be caused by this incident. It was meaningless. The differences among the orcs were getting bigger and bigger. A rebellion was inevitable. Whether the Storm Kingdom could gain any advantage in the orc rebellion was what Lothar needed to consider.

This confrontation has lasted too long, and Stormwind Kingdom has almost reached its limit. The orcs are hiding in their shells, the nobles in the rear are complaining bitterly, and the people are beginning to feel war-weary.

Lothar did not withdraw his troops despite tremendous pressure. This was already a result of King Llane's extreme trust in him and Lothar's own prestige that overwhelmed the officers.

"Thank you for the information, Galin. Is this baby the son of Chief Frostwolf?"

"Yes, Uncle Lothar."

"Do you need my help? There is a female orc with Medivh. She has a good relationship with Llane. Maybe she can help raise the child."

"Thank you, Uncle Losa. I have other plans for this child."

Garen declined Lothar's kindness. It would be better for Go'el to stay with him, and let others raise him. He could not go to the orc Garona, because perhaps soon her dagger would pierce King Llane's chest.

After communicating with Lothar, Garin originally wanted to leave, but Lothar asked Garin to stay for one night on the grounds that Valen and Gavinrad had not seen him for a long time. This tower on the top of the mountain could be used as a command post, and there were still many empty rooms.

So a reunion dinner for old friends began. Valen Lothar, Gavinrad, Bolvar Fordragon, some members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood who fought together against the enemy, Reginald Windsor, Gryan Stoutmantle, and most of the elites of the future Alliance gathered in this tower on the top of the mountain.

Because Chromie didn't like human social scenes, he left early and returned to his room, leaving only a group of human youths in their teens and twenties partying in the hall.

The next morning, when Chromie got up for breakfast, Guard Losato handed her a letter that Garin had left for her.

"Dear Friend Chromie

Although I have only been with you for a little over a day, I feel that we are very compatible. Something special happened in Stromgarde, and I need to rush back to Arathi Highlands. I am sorry that I cannot continue to adventure with you. Here I sincerely invite you to visit my territory, White City, and I look forward to your arrival.

——Your new friend: Garin"

Chromie tightly grasped the parchment with the letter on it, wailing in his heart, because he had escaped again.

Chromie is the only bronze dragon running around outside at this stage. All the other bronze dragons are guarding the Caverns of Time.

Because an unknown energy has been corroding the Caverns of Time in recent years, she has frequently appeared in the mortal world, doing all the work of the Bronze Dragon Legion by herself.

These decades of hard-working career have changed Chromie's original view of the Titans' assignment of bronze dragons to guard the flow of time. They are guardians of time, not masters of time.

Chromies from tens of millions of time streams will also meet each other in the process of traveling through time and communicate with each other, sharing different things that happened at different time points in tens of millions of time streams.

Chromie understood that different time streams are different worlds, which is similar to the theory of parallel worlds. I just need to protect the current time from being changed by the power of the future. As for what people in the current time do, what does it have to do with me? They are not traveling back to the past to change the history that has already happened!

Therefore, Chromie found a new goal for himself and looked for the best direction for the time flow he was in. I am guarding the history that has already happened, and at the same time I can change the future and create new history.

Disasters will come as expected, the old gods will awaken, and the Burning Legion will invade, so how to better prevent these disasters and bring good results to the world is Chromie's new understanding of the bronze dragon's responsibilities.