Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Everything happened so fast, like lightning. Before the onlookers in Stratholme could react, the young paladin on the gallows had already been severely injured.

Then the sword master turned his wrist and cut the rope around Eitrigg's neck with one blow of the blade.

However, Uther and Dathrohan sensed the murderous intent when the Sword Master first appeared, and gave orders immediately.

The elite soldiers of the Stratholme Regiment formed a human wall and immediately drove the people out. In fact, there was no need to drive them out, because the people were already in chaos when they saw the orcs and such a bloody scene. The human wall was just to prevent the people from rushing to the center of the King's Square.

More sword masters appeared, and the soldiers of the Stratholme Regiment were only concerned with blocking the attack from the people, and were split in half by the blades behind them!

Uther led the Knights of the Silver Hand towards the center. On the way, Uther hit an orc swordmaster with his hammer!

Now!

The sword master was hit and exploded by Uther's hammer, but Uther did not see the corpse!

"Mirror image?"

Uther looked up at the gallows. He had no time to distinguish between the real bodies and the mirror images of these orcs. Anyway, that orc must be the real one!

Uther goes straight to Eitrigg!

On the stage, Eitrigg, who was untied, was too weak to stand and fell into a green chest.

"Dal?" Eitrigg said in surprise.

"Yes, Eitrigg," the chieftain of the Burning Blade said, "It is I. The Warchief has sent us to take you back."

Eitrigg was shaking in pain, exhausted, but he still tried his best to focus his scattered gaze on Dahl TripleBlade.

"You shouldn't have come. Humans are well prepared! Don't worry about me, just go!" Compared to his own safety, Eitrigg was more worried that his old friend would die here!

"It's okay, the chief is well prepared!"

Before Itrig could react, loud and clear drum beats suddenly rang out from all around the street, drowning out the noisy sounds of fighting!

Eitrigg shuddered, slowly raised his head and glanced around the square. The familiar war drum awakened the memory of the old orc who had lived in seclusion for more than ten years!

The rhythmic drum beats became louder and louder, and new, more powerful drum beats were constantly added. Everyone present could hear them clearly.

As the terrifying sound got closer, the already panicked crowd became even more confused, running around like headless flies.

Members of the Knights of the Silver Hand were besieging a dozen Sword Masters in the field, while the rest of the soldiers were vigilantly scouting the edge of the square, trying to find the source of the continuous drum sounds!

At this time, many green figures jumped down from the houses!

Uther and Dathrohan were shocked. This method of surprise attack broke their understanding of the orcs. They actually used the roofs and the narrow pedestrian paths around them to launch a surprise attack. Don't the orcs prefer head-on attacks?

The Knights of the Silver Hand and the infantry of the Stratholme Regiment rushed towards the orcs, and King's Square instantly turned into a living hell.

Fortunately, Uther and his men were well prepared and evacuated the civilians immediately, otherwise the place would be littered with corpses by now!

The clang of weapons and the cacophony of battle cries mixed together, and Stratholme fell into chaos.

Swordmaster Dal helped Eitrigg flee towards the south city gate. The military camp was located in the west of Stratholme. In addition to the two human troops present, more troops would come to support soon. Once surrounded, even if he was a highly skilled swordmaster, he would die in the battle.

Furthermore, up to now, the human commander has not yet used his full strength. Just as humans know the power of the Burning Blade Master, the orcs also know about the human armies in the Alliance that have extremely powerful combat capabilities!

These knights wearing blue robes with a silver hand relief on their chests and another group of knights wearing red robes with white crosses are all tough nuts to crack.

Fires shot up into the sky everywhere in the city. The sword masters were creating chaos everywhere in an attempt to disrupt and disperse the human forces. The orcs were short of manpower at the moment and could only rely on this method to delay time!

The fearless orcs bought time for Dal and Eitrigg, and they soon arrived at the city gate. The human defenders here had already been assassinated, and they left the city smoothly.

After entering the dense forest, Eitrigg's body went limp and he lay directly on the ground covered with fallen leaves. Dahl checked his body and found that Eitrigg was dying and on the verge of death.

After a while, rustling footsteps were heard from the periphery, and a dozen sword masters came back, but the group of orc warriors who were left behind stayed in Stratholme forever.

"How is he!" asked a sword master.

Eitrigg from the Blackrock Clan is not only a highly skilled fighter, but also a respectable person. His son Ariok is even more famous for his bravery. Everyone respects them and calls them the brave Eitrigg father and son.

"He's badly injured!"

They looked at the wounds on Eitrigg's body, and it was obvious that the human's torture had caused serious injuries to the old orc!

The Swordmaster took out a bottle of potion and carefully gave it to Eitrigg to drink, but unfortunately Eitrigg did not react much!

"Damn it, the effect of the herbs is too weak, we might lose him!"

The sword masters of the Fire Blade Clan looked dejected. They didn't expect that after sacrificing hundreds of their clansmen, their mission would ultimately fail!

"Oh? How about letting me try?"

A pure Nagrand-accented Orc language came from outside the forest!

"who is it!"

The sword masters were shocked. When?

They didn't even notice someone had reached the outskirts of the forest where they were hiding!

They turned around warily and found that the people coming were actually their compatriots!

The orcs surrounding the Burning Blade Master were wearing armor that was alternating between gold and black, and the shoulder pads were made of two huge Nagrand Thunder tusks. Their chests were bare, and their brown skin could be seen, but the battle patterns on their skin emitted a golden glow!

However, the Sword Masters did not let down their guard, because the costumes of these orcs were too strange, and most importantly, they were all strangers!

"Who are you and which clan are you from!" When Old Dal saw the brown skin, his hand holding the sword was shaking a little!

An orc pushed through the crowd and walked in. He was also wearing plate armor, but he had a white wolf head on his head!

Most importantly, the huge door panel axe on his back is also very familiar!

It was the Frostwolf Battle Axe!

"Durotan!"

"No, it's impossible. You are not Durotan. He is dead. He died at the hands of Gul'dan's assassin!"

"who are you!"

The brown orc wearing a wolf head mask walked up to the Sword Saint and the others and said in a young and charming voice:

"I am Go'el, from the Mag'har Orcs United Horde!"

"Madam Gaiaan asked me to say hello to you!"