Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Danas and Garin both knew that when the legendary warrior Solas looked calm, he was at his most terrifying. He was able to wield the power of anger as if it were his own arm.

"I had a cordial and friendly meeting with King Aiden of Alterac. We fully exchanged views on the border conflict between our two countries and enhanced mutual understanding."

Such familiar diplomatic rhetoric!

The flattering nobles seemed to have noticed that their king was in a bad mood, and they immediately became silent and dared not say a word.

When the palace steward saw that the meeting room had quieted down, he began to announce the next proposal.

"The kingdom is preparing to reclaim the fertile land northeast of Arathi Highlands. It plans to reclaim at least 50,000 acres of wasteland and relocate the population to ease the population pressure in Stromgarde."

"We will post notices to recruit pioneers in Stromgarde and Arathi. We need talents from all walks of life, including a large number of stonemasons and farmers."

"After the new town is established, the kingdom plans to relocate some of the residents of Stromgarde to the new town."

The meeting lasted for half a day, and the bored Garin was suddenly alerted when he finally heard a proposal that interested him.

Isn’t the northeast direction the future fifth orc internment camp, the second largest internment camp after Durnholde, and the area that was later changed to Hammerfall?

Great place!

Garin remembered that in his previous life, when he was playing World of Warcraft, he explored the entire Eastern Kingdoms. He remembered that there was a Witherbeard Canyon to the east of Hammerfall. At the end of the canyon was the Witherbeard Mine, where a group of gnolls called the Witherbeard Tribe lived.

Easy to defend and difficult to attack, there are mines!

Why haven’t I seen this plan in my father’s plan before?

However, according to the plot in the game, this plan should have been shelved, and the new town became an orc shelter.

Just like the previous plan to restart the southeast mine, the massive invasion of the orcs disrupted all of Solas' plans to revitalize Stromgarde. It not only dragged Stromgarde into the quagmire of war, but also shattered Stromgarde's road to revival.

Blood loss!

No, I want this place. I’ll ask my father for help through the back door and I’ll take on this project!

Garin could no longer listen to what was said afterwards. He began to think about how to convince Solas to hand over the project of building a new town to him so that he could enrich himself and occupy the land and build a branch mine.

The meeting started in the morning and lasted until the evening. At noon, the nobles went to the side hall for lunch.

Most of the lords of Stromgarde have not been corrupted by the comfortable aristocratic life. They are all descendants of the warriors who stayed in Arathi Highlands thousands of years ago, and each of them still has some of the bravery of their ancestors.

So when the meeting ended in the evening, they did not show any signs of fatigue.

On the contrary, it was Jialin, who was participating in such a long meeting for the first time, and he was completely uncomfortable with it.

When all the nobles left the hall, Danas, who was sitting next to Garin, looked at Garin, who had a look of despair on his face.

"You'll get used to it after attending a few meetings. I wasn't used to it the first time I attended. The meetings were a bit boring."

Garin waved his hand at Danas and said seriously: "It's not boring. As Trollbane, this is our responsibility and our destiny."

Jialin was not saying this perfunctorily. After his rebirth, Jialin had been weighed down by the heavy fate of the future. Only by constantly strengthening his own strength could he escape the fate of the destruction of his country and his family.

Strength refers not only to one's own strength, but also to the power held by the Trollbane family.

"Well said, Galen. You are worthy of being a descendant of my house Trollbane."

A loud voice interrupted, and Garin and Danas turned around and saw that it was Solas Trollbane who had left earlier.

"I'll ask Bob to prepare dinner. We'll chat for a while and then have dinner."

Solas sat back in his previous seat and motioned for Garin and Danas to come forward and sit down as well.

After the two sat down, Solas leaned back on the back of the chair, looking a little tired. "The crown of the Trollbane family is not so easy to bear. It represents the glory of the family, the rise and fall of the kingdom, and the food and clothing of millions of people in the Highlands. It is too heavy."

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

Looking at Solas Trollbane slumped in the chair without any image at this moment, in Garin's eyes, he was no longer a wise king, a brave and decisive general charging in the front, or a wise head of the family, but a man oppressed by a heavy burden, a father who protected them from wind and rain.

Garin knew the future fate of Stromgarde and Trollbane. Seeing that the atmosphere in the hall was a bit depressing, Garin felt that he should say something.

He stood up and looked at his father. "Father, the Trollbane family still has Danas and me. I swear, we will remember the mission of our family, and Stromgarde will rise."

Jialin patted his chest solemnly, his face full of enthusiasm.

"And I, uncle, will not betray the honor of Trollbane. I will kill all those forest trolls and protect the people of the highlands."

Danas also stood up, clenched his right fist, placed it on his chest and swore.

Solas looked at his two younger generations, his son and his nephew. They were the two best rising stars of the family. Their future was bright. With their efforts, the future of Stromgarde would surely be bright.

Solas' mood suddenly brightened up, and the fatigue that had suddenly emerged just now disappeared.

He also stood up and stretched out his right hand.

"For Trollbane, for Stromgarde." Galen and Danas also stretched out their right hands, and the three fists bumped together.

"Long live Trollbane, long live Stromgarde."

"Hahahaha." The three people's hearty laughter echoed in the conference room.

After a while, Solas sat down again and looked at Danas and said, "Danas, since you joined the militia two years ago, General Amaron has been full of praise for you. This time you and Garin have made great contributions. I plan to transfer Amaron back to serve as the commander of the Highland Knights, and you, I hope you can be a good commander of the militia."

Previously, because of the conflict between the Highland Cavalry and Alterac, Solas discovered that Amor was not good at handling similar political events. It happened that the Red Flame Army was newly established on Garin's side, so he dismissed Amor from his post and made him the captain of Garin's personal guard.

As for the Highland Cavalry Regiment, he wanted to hand over this strongest army in the country to the more capable Amaran.

"Uncle, I will not let you down."

Danas was extremely excited. He fought so hard at the defense of Geshak Farm in order to avenge his father who died at the hands of the Witherwood Trolls. Now that he became the commander of the militia and had tens of thousands of troops under his command, he was one step closer to revenge.

"Don't be blinded by hatred. Always remember that you are still a legion commander. Keep a cool head and be rational. Your decision affects the life and death of the militia."

Solas looked at Danas who was excited, and knew what he was thinking at a glance, and persuaded him with some concern.

Danas immediately calmed down his excitement and nodded to show that he understood.