Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Uther didn't know what happened in the capital of Lordaeron...

This decision to take a detour would be the biggest regret for the rest of his life.

When the Knights of the Silver Hand crossed the mountains and arrived at the shores of Lake Lordamere, they saw refugees all over the mountains.

Uther was startled and quickly approached the refugees, who also recognized the origins of these knights.

Soon, the person in charge of commanding the refugees came to Uther.

This was a strong man, his figure and features hidden by the hood, but Uther recognized the old man by the weapon on his back!

Turalyon!

And behind him is O'Brien, the Soul-Splitting Blade!

"Turalyon, is that you?"

"Yes, it's me!"

The figure lifted up his hood, revealing a face that Uther was very familiar with.

"It's really you, why are you here!"

Uther was very surprised. Many years ago, after the orcs were defeated, Lothar resigned as the Grand Marshal of the Alliance and returned to the Storm Kingdom in the south.

As Marshal Lothar's adjutant, Turalyon also disappeared from the sight of the Alliance.

As a famous paladin of the same period as Turalyon, Uther only knew that this young and promising paladin had a deep conversation with Archbishop Faol for a night and then left Lordaeron...

If Turalyon had not faded from everyone's sight, perhaps the position of Grand Master of the Knights of the Silver Hand would have belonged to this young man.

"Where have you been all these years?"

Uther was very excited. Except for Galen, four of the five original paladins were from Lordaeron. However, Tirion Fordring and himself were now charged with treason, leaving only Dathrohan still holding his official position in Stratholme.

In Lordaeron where the cursed sect is wreaking havoc and the undead and plague are breaking out, Uther just feels that he needs more support and more forces!

The appearance of Turalyon is undoubtedly a great help!

"We'll talk about this later, Uther, come with me." Turalyon motioned for Uther to follow.

Uther jumped off his horse and followed.

“Who are these people?”

The former leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand obviously did not recognize the identities of these refugees.

"They are residents of the royal city!"

"The Royal City!" Uther was stunned. "Is there really something wrong with the Royal City?"

"Yes, I was originally practicing in Tyr's Fall in the west, and the leader of Tyr's Guards told me that darkness was erupting in the east, so I rushed back immediately." Turalyon carefully observed the people around him as he walked, and once he found that they were injured, he would immediately use holy light to heal them.

"When I returned to the royal city, I found a group of dead creatures slaughtering the residents of the royal city. The royal city was in chaos. A militia team was protecting the residents and retreating. I helped them."

At this time, Turalyon brought Uther to a tent. There were two guards in blue armor at the door. Turalyon lifted the curtain and walked in.

Uther followed.

A young man was lying in the tent, with a huge wound on his strong body, from his right shoulder to his left rib, and his snow-white sternum was clearly visible.

Turalyon cast a Holy Light spell on him, and the wound could be heard to sizzle, shrinking slightly, while a painful expression appeared on the young man's unconscious face.

"From the emblem on his body, he is a member of the royal family of Wrynn. The guards around him also confirmed his identity: Prince Varian of Stormwind."

"Why is he here? Who hurt him? The Holy Light can't heal this wound!"

"It's Arthas!" Turalyon used a towel beside him to wipe the sweat off Varian's forehead. "I heard from the people who escaped from the royal city that Prince Arthas killed King Terenas and then led a group of undead to massacre them!"

Turalyon's tone was filled with suppressed anger. He saw with his own eyes that Arthas hurt Varian in front of him, and his intervention did not save more people. It only stabilized the situation at that time, and then restrained Arthas on behalf of Varian to buy more time for the mages of Dalaran.

"Arthas... is there really something wrong with him?" Uther looked miserable. "When Garin sent me the message, I was hoping that Garin's information was wrong. Now it seems that I am the one who is wrong!"

Uther then carefully examined Varian's injuries while grieving the fall of Arthas and the death of Terenas.

"To deal damage from the power of death and plague magic, we need to increase the output of the power of holy light. After neutralizing the power of darkness, give him the potion prepared by Garin to increase his vitality."

Finally, Uther told Turalyon the causes and consequences of the plague outbreak during this period, and Turalyon also told Uther about the origin of the earliest paladin organization, Tyr's Guard.

"The most urgent task is to quickly resettle these 200,000 people. Otherwise, before the undead massacre and plague break out, more than half of the people here will be killed or injured!"

"Ask other member states of the Alliance, Alterac, Stromgarde, and Dalaran, to help settle the refugees." Uther suggested. "Turalyon, I leave this to you. I need to lead the team to continue north. The king's body needs to be settled with royal ceremony, and the whereabouts of the queen and princess also need to be investigated!"

Turalyon nodded and said, "Go ahead, but be careful. There are at least 200,000 undead in the royal city. I don't know how powerful Arthas is, but he's terrifying. Don't fight him head-on!"

The Tirisfal region has a population of over a million. In addition to the 400,000 in the city of Lordaeron, there are another 600,000 people living in the vast land outside the city.

Compared to the areas that the Lich King paid special attention to, the villages, farms, and towns outside the city were only managed by some members of the Cult of the Damned.

Like the East Wilder and the West Wilder, the Tirisfal Glades is also home to many scattered farmers.

Compared with the other two provinces, Tirisfal has only 28,000 farmers. Excluding the 5,000 people fighting in the city, there are 23,000 people scattered in densely populated towns such as Barnil Farm, Brill, Ash Manor, Calston Manor, and Solidan Farm.

Tirisfal is too big, and there are even fewer farmers in each area.

When the Cult of the Curse launched its attack, the farmers began to lead the way. Among the 600,000 people outside the city, 150,000 were taken to the West Tirisfal Valley, and 240,000 fled to the northern monastery.

Of the 400,000 people in the city, Garin only saved half.

This is 20% less than what Garin expected.

Ner'zhul's layout, Terenas's management, Arthas's reputation, and the people's ignorance are all force majeure factors.

I can't save everyone. Garin can only say sorry to those who failed to keep up with the main evacuation.

I tried my best. This is the Kingdom of Lordaeron, not Stromgarde of the Trollbane family, nor the territory of the Crusaders. This is someone else's country. I have done my best by saving half of the people.