Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"We all serve the great lord. It doesn't matter if we are friends or not. We should help each other and make the Crusade stronger."

Nefarian glared at his younger brother, complaining in his heart that he was thousands of years older than him, but he didn't understand the ways of the world...

"For the Crusaders!"

"For Stromgarde!"

"For Azeroth!"

After a few slogans were shouted, the atmosphere instantly became lively.

The Dreadlords are cunning by nature and are good at conspiracy and intrigue. After being cursed by the Old Gods, the black dragons have become equally cunning and evil. The two different races once wanted to destroy Azeroth.

Now they have become Lightforged Warriors and shouted for Azeroth, which is quite interesting.

"However, we, the Golden Holy Dragon clan, do have something that requires the help of your Wings of Holy Light." Nefarian emphasized the four words "Wings of Holy Light".

Mephistroth was very satisfied with Nefarian's words, "Oh? What's going on?"

"The High Lord gave us a task several years ago to find our former black dragon mother, my mother Sinestra. However, the attributes of our power have changed, and my mother has been hiding from us. We have been searching for her for many years but have not found any trace of her."

Nefarian sighed. He knew that the High Lord wanted to "save" the entire black dragon clan, but his mother had become extremely cautious since she was almost killed by his father. Even as her own children, he and Onyxia could not see her.

"I heard that you have strong stealth abilities and are very good at tracking, so our Golden Holy Dragon needs the help of your Wings of Holy Light."

Mephistroth thought about it and realized that the overlord had no new tasks to assign to them recently, so he could help with this favor and repay the favor.

"No problem, but it may take some time," Mephistroth raised the bat in his hand, "We need to make him our new member first."

Nefarian nodded in understanding.

"However, if you go to line up at this time, you will probably have to wait, unless you ask the Grand Lord to cut in line."

The two Dreadlords also remembered that the Crusaders had recently conquered the Old Horde, and a group of orcs were queuing up to be transformed into Glorious Orcs.

"Hey, those races that were once fooled by Kil'jaeden should be grateful to the High Lord for taking them in, otherwise they would have been extinct in misery."

A slightly teasing voice came, and the speaker was Balnazzar. He had been light-forged for more than a year. He had now entered the role of a member of the Wings of Holy Light, assisting his former superior Mephistroth and serving the Crusaders wholeheartedly.

Saberian reminded the newcomer Balnazzar: "I advise you not to say such things in front of those new orcs. Since everyone is in the same camp, conflicts should be avoided. After all, the overlord encourages competition, but don't do things that are in conflict with each other."

Saberian followed Deathwing to Draenor and stayed there for a while. He had a good understanding of the orc race. Although the golden dragons and the dreadlords were individually powerful, they were far outnumbered by the orcs.

Besides, there are strong ones among the orcs. With such a large population base, there will always be some talented heroes. Saberian knows that there are several orcs who can kill demigods.

"Thank you for reminding."

"How about this, it will take at least half a month for you to finish lining up. Tomorrow we will escort a black dragon to Holy White City for light forging. We don't need the combat power of a high-level golden dragon, so we will give this spot to you."

"In that case, thank you very much. Once we complete the ceremony, we will directly help you find the Black Dragon Queen Sinestra!"

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The news of the massacre in Arthas soon spread throughout the entire northern autonomous province along with the survivors of Stratholme. Westwyld was not so bad, after all, there was only Hearthglen left, which was managed very well by Taelan Fordring. In addition, there was sufficient food, and the civilians had fled with their families. Not many relatives died at the hands of the undead or their own prince's butcher knife, so there was not much public resentment.

The situation is different in East Wilder. Residents of large towns such as Darrowshire, Tyr's Hand, Corinth, Blackwood, and Havenshire all have relatives or friends who died in Stratholme.

For a time, the local noble lords almost couldn't suppress the angry people. Fortunately, the farmers under Garin's command persuaded them, and the anger of the people was temporarily calmed down.

In the west of Lordaeron, in the prosperous Tirisfal Glades where the capital is located, Terenas was almost the first to know what his son had done. He immediately sent Garithos, the general of the royal city guard, to block the checkpoint.

Terenas knew very well that as long as the Tirisfal Barrier between Tirisfal Glades and West Wilderd was under his control, the people in the royal city would have no other channels to know about Arthas's massacre of the city.

What followed was the public opinion guidance launched by Terenas. Overnight, the entire royal city knew that Stratholme in the east, the second largest city in the kingdom, was infected with the plague. Fortunately, Prince Arthas arrived in time and blocked the city. Thanks to the prince's efforts, the plague was "purified" and the large-scale spread of the plague was avoided.

Garin didn't know whether the spies from other countries believed it or not, but judging from the situation in the royal city, the people did believe it.

Perhaps in a few months, when their prince returns from Northrend, they will know how ridiculous the truth of what they have been deceived is.

In the history that Garen knew, the one who suffered the most from the outbreak of the Undead Scourge was Lordaeron. The kingdom was destroyed and the royal bloodline was almost cut off, but the countries around him were not having a good time either.

The Greymane Wall, on which Genn placed all his hopes, was directly destroyed by a detachment of more than 100,000 undead Scourge. King Genn had no choice but to activate the plan of the mage Arugal to summon werewolves to fight the enemy. However, even though the undead were destroyed, the werewolves did not stop their attack and turned to attack Gilneas, laying the seeds for the kingdom's decline.

The situation was similar for Stromgarde. Stromgarde repelled the Scourge, but suffered heavy losses and consumed its last strength. The economy, people's livelihood, and military all collapsed. The people of Arathi, who had lost confidence, followed Jaina Proudmoore's expedition and set off for Theramore in the west. There were less than three thousand people left in the city.

Finally, it was Quel'Thalas. They lost most of their citizens, the Silvermoon Council was wiped out, the Sun King died in battle, and the Sunwell was polluted. It was a complete defeat.

In this timeline, Garen shared some information that could be shared with his old father, Kael'thas and his son, Drake and his son, Llane and Lothar, and the Dwarf Council of Three Hammers, hoping that they would be prepared in advance.

As for the stubborn Antonidas and Genn Greymane, Galen had no interest in trying to please them.

Finally, Garin arranged for Aragorn and Gavinrad to prepare for the war in advance, and the Knights Templar and the Priest Corps should be ready to go at any time. Soon he left the Eastern Kingdom and headed for the Western Continent.

After keeping a low profile for ten thousand years, it’s time for Galin’lema to become active again on the stage of Azeroth!