Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

The new territories of Howling Fjord, Stormwind Kingdom, Kul Tiras and Gilneas divided among the Alliance countries are located in the west of Dagger Bay.

Apart from the private land left by Galen in the north to the Vedkuls, Lordaeron expanded Valgarde, Kul Tiras occupied the Ash Dragon's Nest, Stormwind received Halgrind, and Gilneas took Shield Ridge.

Nifflevar in the east belongs to the high elves, while the dwarves discovered many mysterious ancient sites in the south. They drove away the iron dwarves entrenched there and established an Explorers' Association outpost.

Of the remaining vast Giant Plains and the beach plains on the eastern coast, Galen left the Howling Harbor and gave the rest of the land to his old father to expand the territory of Stromgarde.

And Danas is the Governor of the North of Stromgarde appointed by his old father.

Garin put on a tight dragon leather jacket, walked to the door of the town hall with an unhappy look on his face, and punched Danas in the chest.

"Hey! My dear cousin, don't you know that it is annoying to disturb people's sleep so early in the morning?"

Oh my God, that was an epic paradise and you pulled me out.

Danas chuckled and didn't care. He just rubbed his chest and said teasingly: "Hey, I think you can't bear to part with the two beauties!"

Thinking of this, Danas couldn't help but give Garin a thumbs up!

Those are Windrunners, two of them!

Even among the high elves who worship spellcasters, the women of the Windrunner family are the best among them. Among their peers, only Liadrin, Lana'thel, and Solanlian can be compared with them. The rest, such as Dawnblade, Firewing, and the eldest daughter of the Sunfury family, have all become supporting roles.

Later, as Stromgarde and the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas became closer and closer, Danas heard countless high elves lamenting that their two most beautiful cabbages were taken by Garen alone.

"Gallin, you have to work harder. My son is already five years old!" Danas raised his eyebrows and gave Garin a sly smile.

When mentioning his five-year-old nephew, Jialin's face turned black.

Because of his existence, most families in Stromgarde followed suit and began training their children from the age of five in order to cultivate an excellent heir...

Although the Holy Light Church in White City has strong healing abilities, you can't treat your child like this.

"Danas, let the child go. When Boduomo is ten years old and his body is not bad, send him to the Paladin Academy for further training."

"But... this is how we lived when we were little!" Danas wanted to say something.

"Danas, our efforts are for revenge and the revitalization of Trollbane and Stromgarde. Now we are the masters of the Alliance, expanding our territory in Northrend, and the trolls are under my command." Garen thought about his previous oath, recalling what he had not fulfilled, and then continued: "Although there are still many crises in Azeroth, don't we still have us?"

"Children have responsibilities they need to shoulder, but not now. You scolded my little nephew too harshly. Be careful that Niaisi will punish you to sleep in the study!"

Facing Garin's teasing, Danas was embarrassed and hooked Garin's neck and walked out: "Galin, I see that Sylvanas and Alleria are also strong people. How do you make them so gentle?"

"Hey, want to know?"

"Yes I do!"

"Then I will teach you..."

The Trollbane brothers walked towards the military camp with their necks hooked, just like they did when they were children more than ten years ago.

This time, Ymiron came back to report the situation to Garin. In addition to the awakening of the dragon-reaver clan Vrykul under his command, other clans that split from the Vrykul Kingdom also reunited.

Ymiron holds an ancient horn in his hand. When he blows it, all the Vrykul clans in the north belonging to the ancient Vrykul Kingdom will obey his orders!

After Garin conquered Imilon, he certainly would not miss such a good opportunity!

You know, the team of Lightforged in the Cathedral is not as full as before!

What a coincidence, the Lightforged Vrykul made the arrangements!

"Ymilon has met the great lord!"

The tall Imilon waited for a long time in the meeting hall of the military camp. After sensing someone entering the hall, he looked back and a respectful expression appeared on his face, hidden in the heavy horn helmet.

"Yimilon, how is the task I gave you going?"

Facing his followers, Garin was not so restrained. He just found a chair next to the long table and sat down.

However, these chairs were for humans, so Ymiron could only continue standing.

"Report to the Overlord, I have awakened all the Vrykul troops sleeping in Gjalerbron, and gathered the remnants of the army defeated by you." Ymiron looked at Garin in awe. Times have changed. Although the Vrykul can still be regarded as a strong land army, they have fallen far behind.

"The Dragon Raider Clan currently has more than 40,000 brave warriors, as well as 70,000 elderly, weak, women and children."

Ymiron felt a little sad. The ancient Vikus, who were once so powerful, now only had so few people left when it came to him!

He had already learned from the Crusaders' intelligence network that those tribesmen who had split from them and followed the Titan Guardian Tyr south were living much better than they were in the North.

Some of them turned into short humans, who were the most ferocious and conquered their own clans in turn.

Another group went to seek Odin's protection. They called themselves the Tideskorn Clan and built the city of Heddashar in the Broken Isles, a city larger and more majestic than Utgard Keep.

Ymiron shook his head slightly, driving the mixed thoughts out of his mind: "After I blew the horn of the ancient oath, only a few clans chose to respond."

Jialin nodded. This situation was within his expectations.

The Kvaldir clan was cursed by Hela and turned into pirates. Now they are plowed over and over again in the Borean Tundra by the Alliance fleet. Finally, they joined forces with the walrus to kill their leader Heggar.

The Jotunheim Vekul people, led by Lord Ufran, have been in contact with Saronite for a long time and have been cursed by unknown energy, becoming more brutal and strong, extremely bloodthirsty and warlike.

In addition, their gathering place is in Icecrown Glacier. The Lich King will not give up such a good source of troops. He has conquered them long ago and is currently mining Saronite for the Scourge's fortress and training the Scourge army.

Therefore, it is already good enough that when Ymiron blew the oath horn of the ancient Vrykul Kingdom, some Vrykul from small clans responded!