Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Because of the deterrence of the 200,000-strong army, most of the demons that were originally causing chaos in Ashenvale were eliminated, and the remnants were gathered by Mannoroth. According to the intelligence of the Hidden Blades, they are currently lurking in a valley in the southeast of Ashenvale.

When Garin returned to his tree house in the forest, the generals of the Alliance had just finished a meeting.

"Garlin, you've come just in time. The night elves' envoy has brought a letter from their leader, inviting us to Mount Hyjal for consultation."

"They want us to place our forces at the western entrance to Mount Hyjal and establish a combined defense camp there, while their own forces take care of the rest."

It was Drake who spoke.

"Isn't it great?"

Garin recalled the terrain of Mount Hyjal. Most places were cliffs, and it would be impossible to march unless they flew directly up. As long as they controlled a few mountain passes, they could block the entire territory.

The night elves are responsible for defending most of the entrances, and the coalition forces only need to be responsible for the west. This is a good job.

"Drake, I appoint you as the commander-in-chief of the coalition's Mount Hyjal position. The Alliance's army, including my vassal army, will be under your command. Don't lose the prestige of our Alliance in front of the night elves!"

"Brian, the artillery battalion is under your command. Take them to our defense zone immediately and make sure to choose a suitable location. When we need artillery support, I want to see the artillery shells washing the ground. Don't save ammunition for me. Blow them up."

"Okay, I'll take care of it!"

Brian patted his chest and directly agreed to Garin's request. When there were no pull rods and underground palaces around, Brian was still reliable.

Originally, Brian was not very interested in Kalimdor. After all, according to the dwarves who returned from Northrend, his brother Muradin was killed by Arthas. He and Magni were determined to lead their troops north to destroy the undead and defeat Arthas.

It was not until Garin told them that Muradin was not dead, but was doing well in the North, that Brian became interested.

I heard that there are many buried ancient ruins in Kalimdor. These night elves won the Battle of Mount Hyjal, so I can just dig them casually, right?

So, not only did he come himself, he also tricked the dwarves and wildhammers into coming.

"Master Craftsman, you will be in charge of the Flying Machine Squadron. Kurland, you will be in charge of the Griffin Legion!"

"No problem, Garin! Just you? Is there anything else you want to do?"

Garin looked towards the southeast and said, "I still have to go hunting. How can I go to Mount Hyjal to meet my neighbor of more than ten years without a gift?"

The number of Alliance troops now has greatly shocked the night elves. The following is a display of high-end combat power. What can better show the Alliance's muscles than Mannoroth's dog head?

There were not many people in the alliance that Galen could take with him, so he took Thranduil, Gandalf, and Aragorn, as well as a hundred paladins, and went out directly.

Aragorn led the paladins to clear the way and soon entered the southeast canyon.

In the dark night, they broke through the dense swarms of demons. The team of paladins amplified by Aragorn was invincible. After the wedge formation, only the consecrated land and the broken limbs of demons were left.

Garin and the two mages followed the team and soon arrived at the depths of the canyon. This was originally a lush canyon forest, but now it has been corroded by fel energy, becoming desolate and dead, with fel magma everywhere.

The low-level demons were unstoppable under the purification of the holy light, and soon there was no trace of the demons in the valley.

tread!

tread!

tread!

There was a tremor on the ground, and a figure that was familiar to Garin appeared. He was at least ten meters tall, with a body as fat as a centaur. The small wings on his back had become a decoration and could not lift his body into the air at all!

In his hand he held a huge double-headed halberd, with dark green flames burning on the sharp blade.

The Pit Lord, Mannoroth, known as the Destroyer, is the leader of all the Pit Lords and Archimonde's right-hand man.

He showed up.

Garin thought about it, waved his hand, and directly evacuated the hundred paladins from the canyon.

"Ant, you are quite self-aware. You know that they can't harm me even if they stay!"

Hey.

Kill me?

After more than ten years, the Cathedral has only gathered such a small number of Paladins. How could it possibly use them as cannon fodder?

Although they all have high-level strength and can basically kill the Demon Guards one by one, you still have to kill them one by one!

Mannoroth glanced at the four people in front of him, and the fel flames on his heads burned even more vigorously.

"Just the four of you? Come on together!"

"No, no, no, Mannoroth, there are not four of us, but fourteen!"

As Garin finished his words, white light fell around him.

There are five orcs of the older generation: Orgrim, Eitrigg, Varok, Grom, and Dal TripleBlade.

There are also five outstanding young people: Go'el, Aggra, Garrosh, Yorin Deadeye, and Sora Saurfang!

No more, no less, including Jialin and the other four, there are exactly fourteen.

"Hahaha, it's this bunch of losers? Do you think you can defeat me by calling them here? Are you all rushing here to die?"

“Hahahaha, let me see, is there a brave Hellscream among you?”

"His blood belongs to me... No! Damn Holy Light!"

Mannoroth was shocked and furious!

"The damn holy light purified my blood!"

"But it's useless! If you can purify one person, how can you purify hundreds of thousands of inferior orcs?"

Mannoroth's verbal taunts did not have much effect on the younger generation of orcs, as they could still restrain themselves. But Grom Hellscream could not help it, as he was the first person to drink the demon's blood.

When he realized that this was a mistake, they had already committed a heinous crime. Grom had always wanted to be redeemed, so when Garen issued a call to the Mag'har to unite the Orc Tribe, he was the first to respond!

"Mannoroth, today is the day you die!"

Grom rushed out directly, but someone was faster than him!

Go'el raised his battle axe and swung it towards the sky. Blue lightning fell from the sky, constantly washing over Mannoroth's fat body, and soon his skin was charred black!

"Ant, you are so brave! But it's useless!"

Mannoroth waved his double-headed weapon and pointed at the crowd, and then a large number of meteorites with flames fell from the sky!

Meteor falls!

It is the spell that the Abyss Lords are best at besides melee combat.

Seeing the red-hot meteorite falling from the sky, Jialin yelled, "Scatter!"

Everyone was experienced and quickly left the area covered by the meteorite fall, each looking for a suitable opportunity to attack the Lord of the Abyss.

However, the formation had already dispersed by then, and the Lord of the Abyss began to charge, his target being Gui'er who had just electrocuted him with thunder!

As the fat man charged, the ground shook even more violently. Gui'er couldn't dodge in time, and could only summon a huge earth element to block in front of him in an emergency!

boom!

This earth elemental is just an ordinary earth elemental, not the earth elemental lord who signed a soul contract with Gu'er. It shattered under the impact of Mannoroth!

Gui'er was also affected by the shock wave, and was knocked flying and hit the distant mountain wall!

"Guil!"

Agna exclaimed!