Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

In the middle of the Eastern Barrens, a fierce battle is going on. The brown-skinned orcs are young and strong, with more high-end combat power. The green-skinned orcs have survived hundreds of battles. Although they are old, their skills are overwhelming, and it is difficult to tell who is better between the two sides.

The blood dyed the earth red. I wonder if it will bring some nutrients to future afforestation and greening transformation.

Perhaps once it is fully greened it will be given a new name like the Barrens of the North and South.

What's it called?

Eastern Emerald Forest, Southwestern Emerald Forest, and Northern Emerald Forest?

Maybe the Pandaren will sue me for plagiarism.

But the names that Garen liked had all been taken by the Pandaren: The Jade Forest, The Valley of the Four Winds, and The Vale of Eternal Blossoms.

Could it be possible to restore the Golden Plains that the night elves called it ten thousand years ago?

While Garin was daydreaming, no one noticed that further away in the encirclement, on the top of the western valley, a black and white creature was lying cautiously, holding a goblin-style engineering item in its hand.

Goblin telescope.

"Oh my goodness, I just arrived in the New World and I have encountered such an exciting war scene. I can't see this on the Lost Island. I have to watch it carefully so that I can write it in my "Old Chen's Travel Journal"!"

"Well, let me take a look. Judging from the flags, the party with more people is... the Crusaders! Oh, I heard from my Dark Iron Dwarf friend that they are their allies. I didn't expect them to appear in the Western Continent as well."

"There are also tauren, trolls, boarmen, and kobolds. Wow, the intelligent races of the Western Continent are joining forces with the Crusaders to wipe out the green-skinned orcs?"

"They are so miserable. I heard that they committed all kinds of evil in the East Continent more than ten years ago. I didn't expect that they were beaten up in the West Continent."

"Brown orcs? Are they the same race as the green orcs?"

"How should I start my diary? Hmm..."

"let me see……"

"Why do wars burn? Why do autumn leaves fall?

Nature cannot be taken away, and we are also confused in our hearts.

For whom is the fist raised? To protect the country and punish the evil, to follow the laws of nature and eliminate the demons in the heart.

If war never ends and disaster never ceases, why should we fight?"

"Ahaha, yes, I, Old Chen, am truly a genius, the best poet in the winemaking industry!"

"You have to write it down quickly, or you will forget it later!"

While Lao Chen was having fun, he didn't know that on the higher mountain behind him, two figures, one tall and one short, were listening to his entire monologue with gloomy faces.

"Panda people?" the short dwarf Loli Chromie asked in confusion.

"That's right. The Pandaren originally lived in the southern part of the continent, in the Pandaria region. However, 10,000 years ago, their emperor, the demigod Shaohao, cast a spell to surround Pandaria with an impenetrable fog, preventing his empire from being destroyed by the big bang. Since then, Pandaria has never appeared in the eyes of the world again."

The bronze dragon king Nozdormu, who looked like a high elf, also recognized the black and white creature and confirmed Chromie's guess.

"I just don't know how this panda man got through the fog and out of Pandaria."

"Okay, Chromie, the appearance of a panda man will not affect history. Didn't you call me here just to witness the demise of the old tribe?"

Chromie no longer paid attention to the pandaren at this time, and turned his gaze back to the two-colored orcs who were still fighting: "Yes, Your Majesty Nozdormu, in the timeline I am guarding, Galen Trollbane has extended a new time branch, which means that his existence has become an important node supporting the world line."

"Just like the Stormrage brothers and Tyrande in the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago!"

"You already knew this when I showed up last time. This is not the issue you want to talk about, right?" The Bronze Dragon King highly values ​​the hardworking dragons under him.

The bronze dragon has countless clones: me yesterday, me today, me tomorrow, me the day after tomorrow, and me the day after tomorrow.

In countless time streams, Chromie used his clones to monitor countless time streams, almost catching up with Nozdormu himself.

"Your Majesty Nozdormu, Galen has a secret, that's for sure, but his purpose is very clear. From the very beginning, he showed his strength to fight against the orcs and unify the major forces on the continent."

"I originally thought he wanted to be the second Emperor Soladin, but he refused to inherit the throne many times. And from my observation, his desire for power can be said to be almost non-existent. Otherwise, with the current strength of the Crusaders, it is enough to turn the power of the East Continent from head to plow three times!"

"And I found... he had traces of the High Titan, so I went back to when the orcs first entered Azeroth and helped him cover up all traces."

Jialin had no idea that he had a smooth journey and was completely unaware that there were people, a dragon, carrying the burden for him.

"I understand what you mean. In the best timeline I have observed, the Alliance cannot cope with the coming crisis alone, so the existence of the tribe is necessary."

Nozdormu guessed what Chromie meant. "In this timeline, the Crusaders are more powerful than the orcs. Rather than leaving the Horde full of hatred for the Alliance, it is better to let them perish, right?"

Chromie travels through hundreds of time streams, each of which represents a possibility for the world of Azeroth.

"That's right, Your Majesty the Dragon King. I place all my hopes on Galen Trollbane. I hope you will agree to let this timeline develop freely!"

Nozdormu was silent for a long time, his eyes shining with light. He was obviously checking the time from Garin's birth to the time when Garin returned from the ancient times and killed his future self alone.

In fact, he had already recognized Jialin's strength since then.

"The Crusaders can indeed replace the orcs, but I am not sure whether the soldiers of the Crusaders will be bewitched by the Old Gods, so I hope that the emergence of the Scourge will be left to nature."

Every undead of the Scourge was under the control of the Lich King's castrated version of the ruling power. The Old Gods were unable to control the unparalleled mental power of Ner'zhul, and so the undead accidentally became a force against the Old Gods.

Nozdormu was unsure if Galen could kill the Old God, so he made a conservative request.

"No problem, Your Majesty Nozdormu!" Chromie agreed on the surface, but had other plans in mind.

She had long been disappointed with this guy, Galen, for keeping Lordaeron, a country that threatened Stromgarde, from becoming the common ruler of mankind!

Chromie can't wait to speed up the progress of the Crusaders!

Unfortunately, Chromie failed to realize that during his trip to Uldaman, Galen had already determined the subsequent plan with the Titan Guardian Archaedas. Under the guise of the Lich King, the army marched through the border and attacked Ulduar directly.

After the two bronze dragons finished talking, the fight between the brown orcs and the green-skinned orcs was nearing its end. After all, the green-skinned big Gs were no match for the Honor Orcs and the Kor'kron elite.