Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"You have let the Master down!"

Kel'Thuzad's anger frightened the acolyte so much that he fell to his knees, trembling.

Just as Kel'Thuzad was about to punish the acolyte leader, he heard his master's voice in his ears: "Kel'Thuzad, don't worry about Stromgarde for now. Once the Scourge grows stronger in Lordaeron, they will not be able to stop us with a population of less than one million!"

"Find a way to lure the other dreadlords to Stromgarde!"

"Now, guiding my vessel is the most important thing."

"As you command! Master!"

The Lich King's voice came and went quickly.

When Ner'zhul was in Draenor, he was plotted against step by step by Galen. The orcs were blocked step by step from Gorond and Talador, and in the end he even lost his homeland of Shadowmoon Valley. He had never imagined that Hellfire Citadel would be besieged and fall.

Until he opened the portal and left Draenor, he always felt like he was being led by the nose!

How come I was in a very good situation with hundreds of thousands of soldiers capable of fighting, but was pushed back by the half-crippled arakkoa, ogres, draenei and tiger men?

This unscientific!

After arriving in Azeroth, Ner'zhul learned from his mistakes and decided to accumulate enough troops before causing trouble. Now that he has conquered the underground spider kingdom in Northrend and possesses the military strength of an entire spider kingdom, he has turned his attention to the human kingdom.

The first step is that he needs an excellent container to carry his soul so that he can leave the Frozen Throne with a physical body.

This is the first step for Ner'zhul to rebel against Kil'jaeden, and he must be careful not to let the dreadlord notice.

"You have received the master's order, right? Don't worry about Stromgarde anymore. Spread the word to let those big bats rescue their kin. At the same time, set up the plague steamer and lead more people to eternal life with us!"

The acolyte raised his head and said respectfully, "The sacred steamers at Firestone Farm, Dalson Farm, Garron Farm, and other places have been set up. The sacred purification will spread within a few days, and the local people will be blessed and enter the ranks of eternal life with us."

"Praise my Lord!"

The slogan of the Curse Cult is to build a kingdom of eternal life without oppression and exploitation by the nobility. Over the years, countless people have been attracted to join them.

When Kel'Thuzad went to find Arthas, a banquet was being held in the Barov family castle on the island of Caer Darrow in the middle of Lake Darrowmere.

"Father, this is the Archmage Gadin I told you about."

A young nobleman in his twenties introduced a black-robed wizard to the owner of the castle.

Duke Alex Barov was already over fifty years old. He had experienced many things and met many people in his life, from the lord of a kingdom to peddlers. When he saw the wizard named Gadin, only one sentence came to his mind:

"This guy doesn't look like a good person!"

"Alex, where did you find this wizard? What does he want in our manor?"

"Father, Alex has never been to Dalaran. He must have brought a cheating juggler from some tavern!" A young man who looked somewhat like Duke Barov, Alex, came out to spoil the show.

But he seemed to have chosen the wrong target, this wizard Gadin really had some skills.

Gadin just waved his hand, and a beam of black energy hit the young noble. The young noble immediately fell to the ground and let out a painful wail!

"Wildoon!"

Duke Barov was shocked and immediately went forward to check on his son, and found that his arm had begun to fester.

"What did you do to him!"

"It's just a small punishment for offending me."

Gadin waved his hand again, and the young man named Wilton stopped wailing and looked at the black-robed wizard with horror: "My sister will avenge me!"

"Hehe! Let her come. The Cult of the Curse God needs more talented elites to join, and you are obviously not worthy!" Gadin mocked Wilton to his heart's content, as if he was very satisfied with this attitude of stepping on others.

"Enough, tell me what you are here for, mage!" Duke Barov interrupted Gadin's taunting.

"Duke Barov, I come from the Curse Cult. We are a powerful organization that serves our god-like Lord!"

"We came to Caer Darrow this time to invite your family to join our sect. In return, we will help you take back the land occupied by Lordaeron and Stromgarde, and let you gain eternal life!"

Duke Barov's eyes gleamed. As for the invasion of territory, it was just that Lordaeron had seized a lot of their ancestral lands by force. As for Stromgarde, it helped them to keep the Barov family.

The control of Tarren Mill is still in their hands, but because of the previous orcs' rampage, he chose to request the kingdom to send troops to garrison. As for Southshore, the Duke voluntarily developed and governed it together with the royal family of Stromgarr. Now, the dividends from Southshore alone are enough to feed all the servants and private army of the Barov family!

"Then what price do we have to pay!" Duke Barov firmly believed that there was no free lunch in the world.

"This island! We need this island in the lake as a base to train new people!" Jadin's eyes, hidden in his black robe, burst into a fanatical look. "We need more psychics to serve the master!"

"Hey! Mage, you didn't say you needed our family territory when you came," Alex was unwilling. He could compete with his brother Wilton for the inheritance of the family territory because they were the blood of the Barov family, but others must not covet their things!

"So, do you want to accept my punishment too?" Gadin threatened.

"Guards! Guards! Drive out this arrogant wizard!" Alex shouted loudly!

Two fully armed guards immediately walked in from outside the hall and headed straight for Gadin!

"Hmph! I don't know how to appreciate it!"

Gadin took out a bone staff and waved it. Suddenly, red light flashed on the two guards' bodies!

The two guards were set on fire along with their armor!