Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

In the original time and space, the two demons Tichondrius and Mannoroth designed to make the orcs of the Warsong Clan drink the demon's blood for the second time, directly turning them into evil orcs.

Grom's power was increased as a result. He killed the demigod of nature Cenarius with one axe. Later, in the battle to slay demons, he also exploded and killed Mannoroth!

But now Grom has not drunk the demon's blood for the second time, and his strength is not enough to kill Mannoroth with one axe!

Even though Mannoroth was seriously injured, he still swung his double-headed halberd with his right hand, and green fel energy shot out from the spear tip and hit Grom's chest!

"uncle……"

At this moment, Sora, who was pinched, called out loudly, allowing Varok to break free from the dizziness!

"Catch it!"

Sora threw his weapon with all his might!

Oak battle axe!

Brox cuts Sargeras' weapon!

Varok caught the oak battle axe!

Mannoroth's eyes shrank!

He recognized the weapon; it was the weapon that had caused harm to his boss!

He slammed Sora to the ground, then kicked his two strong hind legs to retreat!

"Earth Elemental, please help me to restrain the demon in front of me!"

The ground beneath Mannoroth's feet began to change, and then the rocks surged, and four huge rock arms stretched out and firmly grasped the Abyss Lord's thighs!

"Now! Agna, cooperate with me!"

Agna transformed into a wolf spirit and quickly ran to Gu'er's side, and then the two of them worked together to summon powerful elemental spirits!

"Thunder!"

Lightning as thick as a bucket fell from the sky and struck the Abyss Lord on the top of his head!

Blue lightning ran rampant on his body, destroying his muscles, causing the Abyss Lord to suffer great pain for a moment.

Varok also arrived at this time, and he swung the oak battle axe upwards from the lower right side of the body. All the strength of his body burst out from his waist, and the oak battle axe cut through Mannoroth's soft abdomen like cutting a cake!

The iron crotch bag hanging on the belly of the Abyss Lord broke into two, and then green devil blood gushed out.

"No! I can't fail!"

"Ah! Impossible! Lord Archimonde... I failed!"

The Lord of the Abyss, who was huge in stature and weighed more than ten tons, let out a painful roar, and then the violent demonic power in his body began to surge uncontrollably!

Green light shot out from Mannoroth's chest, abdomen and the wounds on his head!

That terrifying light symbolizes destruction and death!

"He's going to self-destruct. Quick, Gandalf, lead everyone to evacuate!"

Upon hearing this, Gandalf swung his Ebony Chill and then locked onto the fourteen people in the valley!

A white light flashed, and only Mannoroth with a face full of grief and anger was left in the valley!

boom!

A violent explosion resounded throughout the valley. When Gandalf and the others appeared outside the valley, a strong wind mixed with the smell of sulfur rushed out from the mouth of the valley, ruffling Garin's hair!

Less than half of the ten orcs were still standing. Among them, Orgrim was the most seriously injured. A big gash was stabbed in the abdomen by Mannoroth. Aragorn was helping him with treatment.

"Mannoroth is dead, and the curse on you orcs has been lifted. Go'el, go back to Draenor and continue to strike hard at the Burning Legion and tie down their forces. If nothing unexpected happens on Azeroth, Archimonde will fall on Mount Hyjal. Then we can deal with Kil'jaeden, the culprit who harmed the orcs!"

After saying this, Garin glanced at Orgrim again and said, "Old orc, don't be so stubborn. Learn from Eitrigg. Is it difficult to be an honorable orc?"

The orcs present were either Lightforged or followers of Garin. The only one who was not bound by the Heart of Origin was G'el, who grew up under Garin's care, relying on the bond of affection.

It seems that Agna will become Go'el's daughter-in-law in the near future, and Garen doesn't mind taking her as a follower. Only Orgrim, after being resurrected, neither chose to become a glorious orc nor became Garen's follower, and was only willing to fight for the orcs.

In fact, Orgrim also knew that his strength had begun to decline, but Eitrigg, who was ten years older than him, was no longer affected by the passage of time after being Lightforged, and his body returned to its peak state!

But Orgrim was once the chieftain of the orcs, and he was the wisest of the orcs. He felt that the Lightforge was not that simple, but his former comrades Eitrigg, Grom, and Dahl all chose this path...

"I'll think about it again... Lord."

"It's okay. You have plenty of time to think about this before you die. But given your current physical condition, you probably won't be able to catch up with many future battles."

Jialin curled his lips indifferently.

I, Garin, now have a lot of talented people under my command. One more or one less of you won't make much difference. If it weren't for the fact that you, Orgrim, are a good strategist and military advisor, why would I bother talking to you about this?

"Let's go see if Mannoroth left anything behind that can prove his identity, and bring it up to show our night elf allies!"

Finally, Garin and his men found Mannoroth lying in a pile in the valley, with Bloodhowl and Oak Axe stuck in his chest and abdomen.

Sora took back the oak battle axe left by his uncle, and Grom also drew out his Bloodroar.

Garen closed his eyes and let the Heart of Origin collect Mannoroth's soul to prevent him from escaping into the Twisting Nether. Then the Argus Star Soul helped him to create a new body.

After the orcs left, Garen thought for a while and called back his paladin guards. He then asked them to build a simple wooden frame, on which Mannoroth's body was carried directly to Mount Hyjal.

Garin directly took all the credit for the orcs' achievements. After all, they were also his subordinates, weren't they?

There weren't many night elves in Ashenvale. Only a few patrols stopped to watch the team carrying the corpse of the Abyss Lord...

"That is?"

The young night elf sentinel was born after the War of the Ancients and did not know this pit lord.

"That's... Mannoroth! The Lord of the Pit Lords!"

"He was actually dealt with by humans alone!"

The leader of the sentinel patrol team was amazed!

"Is it strong, Captain?"

"Above demigod... he slaughtered many of us back then!"

"Wow... these humans are so strong!"

"Yes, very strong! It seems that Tyrande and Lord Fandral have misjudged the strength of our allies!"

This scene was happening all the way from Ashenvale to Mount Hyjal. Galin didn't know how the situation developed among the night elf civilians, but in the night elf army, the name of the Crusaders was known to everyone.