Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"Please forgive my offense, the powerful Lord of the Crusaders, His Highness Prince Galen of Stromgarde!"

As the saying goes, he who knows the times is a hero. The memory of joining the Dark Council a few years ago resurfaced. Xin Feier is now familiar with the place and lowered her proud head as a high elf.

"I forgive your offense, but that doesn't mean you don't have to pay the price. In the future, all the most dangerous tasks of the Dark Council will be completed by you."

Jialin appears to be good-tempered, but in fact he is a vengeful person. However, as a superior, he cannot be too harsh on his subordinates. The best way is to use both kindness and severity. Therefore, Jialin's arrangement for Xin Feier's offense is both a punishment and a training.

"Let her go, Valeera."

Ms. Sangunar obeyed Garin's order, reluctantly retracted her emerald green dagger, left Xinfei'er with a shadow step, and returned to Garin.

Valeera came to the White City more than ten years ago under the leadership of her uncle, Baron Sanguinar, Kael'thas's senior advisor.

Originally, the family wanted Valeera to try to change her job to become a paladin, but she did not pass the ceremony. However, Garin still let her receive special training in the training camp for a period of time. Therefore, Valeera felt grateful to Garin and also admired the strong.

"Well, warlocks, I didn't ask you to come here to play. I believe Nathanos has also told you that today I am here to help you enslave powerful demons and increase your strength."

The power of the warlocks comes from the Burning Legion. They can increase their strength simply and crudely by enslaving powerful demons. Garen plans to use the depths of Grim Batol as the base camp of the Dark Council.

The seven warlocks all showed delighted expressions on their faces. After all, who doesn’t like powerful strength?

Especially those who are more power-hungry like warlocks.

"It seems like you can't wait any longer." Jialin's face was full of evil amusement: "So, who among you wants to try it first?"

"Me!" A small man raised his hand, jumped up and shouted in a shrill voice.

"Why you? Zerifax, I'm stronger than you, you should let me go first!" The other short dwarf was unwilling and interrupted the dwarf named Zerifax.

“Aha, sorry, Wilfred, I broke through to the ninth level in the first half of the year, and now I’m only a little bit stronger than you!” When the little dwarf Zelifax said this, the two mustaches at the corners of his mouth were almost sticking up to the sky.

Garin also recognized it. Aren’t these the two most powerful dwarf warlocks, Zerifax and Wilfred?

Since ancient times, dwarfs have been funny people. These two are the best among them. They are willing to risk their lives to cheer everyone up if they disagree with something!

"Then please let the first hero, Zelifask, start first."

The smile in Jialin's eyes became even more intense, an expression that a prank was about to succeed.

"Come out, Mephistroth!"

There was a sound of footsteps, and the seven warlocks looked expectantly at the passage they had just come from.

It was exciting. They guessed that the person who came must be a senior warlock of legendary rank. Among them, Kanrethad was the most excited. He guessed that the person who came might be the mysterious strong man who taught him the way of warlock remotely!

Boom!

Boom! !

Boom! ! !

The warlocks exchanged glances and confirmed at the same time that the person coming might be of considerable size!

Soon, a pair of huge horns came into everyone's sight!

Devil horns!

As experts in demons, the warlocks recognized at a glance that these were demon horns, and they were the horns of a dreadlord!

I didn’t expect that the overlord, as a paladin, was actually raising demons!

Hehehehe!

Everyone exchanged glances, as if they had discovered some important secret.

As a result, when the entire Dreadlord appeared, the eyes of the seven warlocks were dull, and their mouths were wide open in surprise, as if their collective jaws were dislocated!

What did they see!

The golden dreadlord!

A holy light demon that is over six meters tall!

Golden wings, golden shoulder armor, golden breastplate, golden hooves!

What's the point of me practicing the power of shadow and fel? Is the end of power the holy light?

Is it too late for me to convert to the Holy Light?

Fortunately, there is no rule in the Azeroth universe that one's thoughts will not be communicated and one's head will explode if one disagrees with something. Otherwise, at this moment, the Dark Council that Garin had finally formed would be wiped out.

"This is Mephistroth, a Paladin specialized in protection and the former commander of the Burning Legion. He is very familiar with the demons within the Burning Legion. He will preside over the ceremony."

Garin's introduction brought back the lost souls of the warlocks. In order not to appear ignorant, they tried hard to keep their facial expressions calm.

"Who is the first person to try? Let me see, it's this ninth-level dwarf warlock? Very good, take this spell, it will be able to summon a general that I once served under!"

Zerifax took a scroll with a look of surprise.

The magic circle had been prepared in the center of the hall. The little dwarf came to the center of the magic circle and shouted excitedly: "What are you still standing there for? Help me cast the spell!"

Wilfred took a reluctant step forward and began to communicate the flow of magic power in the magic circle. Several other warlocks also dispersed and stood around the magic circle.

As the magic power gathered, Zerifax began to chant the spell composed in the demon language on the scroll.

“Kirest-alak yrthog norush…”

"Ah, damn it, this damn dwarf can actually reach the ninth level, what kind of luck does he have! What the hell is that demon language!" A female human among Zerifax's companions couldn't help but complain.

Zelipax coughed and continued: "Gal nortalesh da val..."

Stuck again, Garin was already very happy, this Zerifax was very much like himself when he was a poor English student.

Kanrethad suppressed his patience and said calmly, "Keep steady and continue chanting! I feel that the magic circle has established a connection with a powerful being!"

Zerifax wiped the sweat from his forehead and then recited the demon language on the scroll: "Zor-arik var...um...telosh?"

"Zerifax!"

The remaining warlocks finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily, condemning the dwarf who had learned the demon language so poorly!

"Um or was it teloth?"

Finally, Zerifax steeled himself and read the last syllable from memory.

boom!

In the center of the magic circle, a huge demon portal was successfully constructed and rose from the ground.

"Who is it! Who is summoning the great Jagnos!"