Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Kel'Thuzad is an old friend of Garin and meets all the requirements for Garin to make friends.

He is a homebody who likes to stay in his own magic tower to concentrate on doing experiments. He is also very talented and strong, and can be relied on at critical moments! He is serious and persistent, and most importantly, he is a cat lover!

This time, General Kel's participation in the war came on behalf of the Dalaran Council of Six, leading a corps of one thousand mages to follow Lothar. At this moment, he is at the rear of the army, and he immediately rushed to the front line after receiving Lothar's order!

Led by Kel'Thuzad, the entire mage group began to chant war magic in a low voice. The same magic frequency allowed the Dalaran mages to form a joint casting team, and then a wide-area blizzard took shape!

The blizzard landed in the middle of the orc army, avoiding the human shield wall in the front row. The orcs in the middle were shrouded in a strong snowstorm. The icy spikes hit the orcs and quickly froze them. Even the strong orcs could not resist the ice summoned by the arcane.

Deep ice method?

This reminded Garin of the days when he was gaining reputation in the Broken Bastion!

The blizzard lasted for two minutes, clearing out the middle of the orcs. Some orcs fell to the ground and died, while more orcs turned into ice sculptures, their struggling faces clearly imprinted on the ice.

Not long after, the next lightning storm followed. The wind and clouds in the sky suddenly changed. Lightning flashed a pale light and hit the orcs and ogres. The lightning knocked them into the air and then tore them into pieces by the powerful force of the lightning.

Two large spells successfully cleared the area, allowing Turalyon to breathe a sigh of relief and immediately reorganize his formation. There were too many orcs and they would rush over again soon.

The orcs have fallen into madness. The demon blood has strengthened their bodies and strength, but it has made them more aggressive and violent. They are warriors who are not afraid of death. The casualties brought to them by the Mage Corps have once again ignited the anger in their hearts, and they charge forward in a more crazy manner.

The phrase "either victory or death" was fully demonstrated by the orc warriors. In face-to-face combat, they used their flesh and blood and the weapons in their hands to attack the new shield wall!

"Report! The Kyrgyz Brigade has suffered heavy casualties and has withdrawn from the front line."

"The Stratholme regiment is completely wiped out!"

"The Alterac Mountain Warband was defeated!"

Bad news came one after another. The orcs suffered heavy casualties, and the Alliance was not having a good time either. The eastern beach had become a veritable meat grinder.

Up to now, three legions under Garen's command in Stromgarde were destroyed, two warbands in Lordaeron were completely wiped out, and the two mountain corps in Gilneas suffered heavy casualties and were forced to withdraw from the battlefield. The infantry regiment in Alterac was directly defeated, and its morale was completely lost, almost leading to a rout. Otherwise, with the addition of the mage corps, the shield wall would not be able to stop the orcs' crazy advance.

Lothar had retreated to the high ground in the rear, carefully observing the entire battle situation with an engineering telescope. He could clearly see that the Alliance's encirclement had been broken into pieces by the orcs.

The warriors of Stromgarde fought to the death, and the defense line in the northwest corner was still stable, but the defense lines of Lordaeron, Gilneas and Alterac in the north were already in jeopardy.

The same was true for Lothar's own western defense line. He had already lost count of how many legions he had lost under the frontal attack of the main force!

The soldiers had no time to think about anything else. All they could hear was the deafening shouts of battle, and all they could see was bright red blood and dead bodies, both those of their companions and those of green-skinned orcs.

They followed their own team and instinctively followed their teammates to fight under the orders of their commander. They mechanically raised their shields and waved their weapons. Anyway, they just had to attack the green creatures or tall creatures!

Mograine's heart was bleeding. Two of the five legions given to him by King Terenas had already been destroyed!

The remaining three legions also suffered heavy losses, and they have been able to fight until now entirely by fighting with all their might. However, they did not collapse like the counterfeit legion of Atlant. Among human countries, they can already be considered elite!

The orcs' fighting will and individual combat capabilities have refreshed the cognition of the generals of the alliance countries: in frontal combat, the individual quality of humans and orcs is too different, and the infantry cannot stop them at all!

But it doesn't matter. Turalyon and Mograine both know that they still have the Knights who have not been mobilized. At this moment, they have withdrawn from the narrow position on the beach and are located on the gentle hills, which allows the Knights to charge!

"The Knights are ready!" Lothar shouted from behind!

Sure enough, Turalyon and the others guessed correctly. The timing was just right. It was time to use the Knights to decide the outcome!

"Storm Knights!"

"Mountain Eagle Knights!"

"The Royal Knights of Lordaeron!"

"The First Knights of Stromgarde!"

"Prepare to charge!" A hint of murderous intent flashed in Lothar's eyes! The Knights were the most powerful kings of land warfare and the most elite killing force of mankind. He wanted to let Orgrim know what it meant to divide, penetrate and annihilate!

The Knights followed Lothar's instructions and began to attack from different directions. The charge of tens of thousands of heavily armored knights made the earth tremble. Like a sharp knife, the Knights directly separated the orcs' left wing from the main orc army!

The heavily armored knights moved at high speeds without fear of the sporadic attacks from the orcs. Wherever they went, the blood and remains of the orcs almost covered the entire hilltop.

Lothar saw the predicament of Orgrim's army with a sharp eye. The right wing was firmly pinned down in the northwest corner by Garen's legion, while his main focus was on the frontal forces fighting against the infantry of the three kingdoms of Lordaeron, neglecting the command of the left wing in the west!

Losa and his men have withdrawn from the beach and come to the hilly area. The commander of the left wing is keeping a close eye on this big shot, Losa. Too many of them have already rushed out!

Now it's Orgrimmar's turn to feel heartbroken!

"Great Chief! The tribesmen in the west are trapped! I will go to rescue them!" Great Saurfang had been guarding Orgrim, helping him block no less than a dozen cold arrows. Two of the red arrows almost hit Orgrim who was concentrating on observing the situation on the battlefield!

"No!" Orgrim said, gritting his back teeth, and the throbbing blood vessels on his forehead showed his bad mood!

"Break through the human blockade from the front, and then wait for an opportunity to return to rescue!" Orgrim shouted loudly: "Notify your brothers not to fight for a while, and follow my large force!"

"Blackstone Guards! Follow me to fight!"