Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

From a human perspective, Garin is unhappy with the so-called five-color dragon army.

The Black Dragon Legion has betrayed, the Blue Dragon Legion has drastically decreased in number and is on the verge of extinction, the Green Dragon Legion is just a bunch of otakus and the Bronze Dragon is nowhere to be found, and only the Red Dragon Legion is fulfilling its duty to protect the dragons.

But as guardians, they are high and mighty, claiming that they do not interfere in the affairs of mortals, which leads to them only caring about the survival of Azeroth!

As for other humans, elves, orcs, boarmen and the like, they don't care about the rise and fall of a single race!

Nowadays, there are still many nobles and veterans of the Alliance in human society who are still resentful about the fact that the Red Dragon once stood on the side of the orcs. If Garin hadn't stated that the Red Dragon Knights now belonged to the Alliance, who knows how many people would clamor to become dragon slayers!

Why did Garin hide the dragon soul? Why did he keep adding trouble to the dragon army and try to control it?

The purpose is to pull them down from the high altar and make them the guardian dragons of the alliance!

Now that the red dragon and the blue dragon are in the trap, the power of the Emerald Dream is also an opportunity for Garen to reach out to the Green Dragon Legion.

But all this will have to wait until the matter in Northrend is resolved before I can free up my hands!

At this time, Garen took the two Bronzebeard brothers and sneaked into the Storm Peaks. There were continuous mountains here, covered with ice and snow all year round, and huge Titan-style buildings everywhere.

In addition to looking for the long-missing Muradin, Garin came here to contact Thorim in the Temple of Storms.

Thorim is the Storm King among the nine Titan Guardians. It is said that his fighting power is even stronger than that of Tyr, the King of Order. He can wield a golden hammer in one hand and fly up.

His tragedy began when his brother Loken cheated on him!

His wife Sif cheated on Loken with him, and when she tried to extricate herself from the forbidden relationship, she was accidentally killed by Loken.

Loken dumped Sif's body on the icy plains of Storm Mountains and pinned everything on the Ice King Hodir.

Driven by grief, Thorim fought to the death with the Ice King, and their Storm Giants and Frost Giants fought for countless years.

When the plan of sowing discord was accomplished, Loken came out as a peacemaker again, standing in the position of arbitrator to punish the two people who started the war, and denounced Thorim and Hodir for creating a terrible rift between the Titan creations.

The various blows plunged Thorim into a deep depression. In the end, he was overwhelmed by regret and left Ulduar, suffering alone.

However, because Thorim became autistic, he escaped Loken's harm.

Garin had great respect for Loken. Except for the self-destructive Lai, this guy single-handedly destroyed the other seven guardians.

What a hero!

However, according to future developments, Thorim discovered that the real murderer was his brother Loken. Knowing that his strength would be greatly weakened if he left the Temple of Storms, he still ran to the Temple of Wisdom to settle accounts with Loken. Eventually, he fell into the trap and had his mind corrupted by Yogg-Saron. He only regained sanity after Loken was defeated.

As long as he moves fast enough, he should be able to stop Thorim and Hodir before they go to confront Loken alone.

However, according to Jialin's policy of "all mine", this thought must not be so pure.

Garen was far ahead on Onyxia, soaring over the rolling, snow-capped mountains. Brian and his brother Magni were riding two armed griffins behind him, struggling to catch up in the wind and snow.

They did not blame Garin for not waiting for them. Look at what our Alliance Marshal is riding!

The golden dragon!

An adult!

It is said that they have the bloodline of the Dragon King, and are among the top adults. They are definitely demigods!

Given their status, even if Garin was willing to wait, the two griffins under their crotch would not be able to withstand the might of the dragon, and by then, shit and urine would fly everywhere, and they would be completely destroyed.

"Magni, I'm a little nervous!" Brian shouted to his elder brother while trying to control the direction of the griffin so that it would not be blown away by the strong wind.

Even though the dwarves were known for their loud voices, in the howling wind in the air, their voices were as faint as mosquitoes by the time they reached Magni's ears.

"Control your mind, Brian. You are Prince Bronzebeard, the hero who discovered the origin of the dwarves!"

Magni selectively forgot that when he received Garin's invitation to go and pick up his second brother, his hands, which were as steady as an old dog's, couldn't even hold a wine glass.

"We owe Galen a huge favor this time. You must remember that Trollbane is a close ally of our Bronzebeard family. As long as their policies do not harm the interests of us dwarves, you as an ambassador must actively cooperate!"

"But don't we dwarves have the final say in the alliance now, with the Council of Three Hammers?"

"you……"

Magni looked at Brian with disappointment. His political sensitivity was even lower than Muradin!

The Parliament of Three Hammers?

Humph, the Wildhammer dwarves are just one step away from telling others that they are citizens of Stromgarde.

As for the Dark Iron Dwarves?

Damn it, his damn son-in-law Gimli would even sell Darkforge Fort for the Crusaders!

Magni felt very tired.

At this time, Brian, who still had no tact, looked at the giant dragon in front of him, which was only a golden dot, and continued to say carelessly: "Brother, I didn't expect Muradin to be the king of the Frost Dwarves. He is worthy of the blood of Bronzebeard. I wonder if they have prepared a queen for Muradin. Do those distant relatives really consider the difference in their skin color?"

"Don't joke with your brother, Brian. After we bring Muradin back this time, neither of you can run around anymore!"

"No, big brother!" Brian was unwilling. He had already seen numerous Titan ruins in the mountains from the air. It would have been fine if he didn't know about it, but now that he knew about it, wouldn't it be like asking for his life if he wasn't allowed to explore?

"Humph!"

Magni looked dissatisfied. "The Council of Three Hammers has been established for more than ten years. In the past ten years, many Dark Iron and Wildhammer dwarves have married girls from our Bronzebeard clan. Didn't you just ask whether Frosthold has prepared a queen for Muradin? Well, let me tell you now, not only Muradin needs a prince or princess, but you too, no matter if it's a girl from our clan, a Dark Iron dwarf, a Wildhammer dwarf, or a Frostborn dwarf!"

"Can Earth Spirit do it?"

"roll!"

The roar was like a dragon's roar, resounding through the sky.

When Garin climbed over the highest hill, he finally saw the so-called Frost Castle among the mountains.

Soon, this group of ice dwarves discovered a giant golden dragon in the sky!

Someone has invaded their airspace!

As the alarm sounded, hundreds of white eagles took off and surrounded Garin.

Garin glanced at these frost dwarves who had blue frost skin, ice-blue beards, and earth-like gems on their foreheads. This was one of the representatives of the second generation of Titan creations.

The first generation of Titan creations were mostly made of rock, including rock vrykul and earthen spirits. In order to resist the curse of flesh and blood, the second generation of creations were made of new materials such as steel and ice.

"This is the territory of Frost Castle, the homeland of the Frost Dwarves. Tell us why you are here! Strange intruder! Otherwise we will launch an attack!" The leading Frost Vein Dwarf held his weapon tightly in his hand and issued a warning to Garin!

"Go tell your king that an old friend is here!" Garin paid no attention to their warnings. He simply put forward his request, then let Onyxia slowly land on the ground and transform into a human form.

"You know Yug!"

The leading Frostvein Dwarf softened his tone when he saw that Garin had no hostility.

"That's right, you told him that if he wants to know about his past, he should come out to greet us!"

At this time, Brian and Magni also arrived. The appearance of strangers quickly attracted many Frostborn dwarves to watch. As for the two dwarves beside Garin, they couldn't say that they looked exactly like their own king Yogg, but they were 90% similar...

Same skin color, same orange glow, same rosy nose.

Soon, the guards went to invite their king at the signal of the eagle leader. Garin and the other three waited quietly at the gate of Frost Castle for the person they wanted to see to appear!

Soon, there was a commotion in the Frost Castle, and the crowd of onlookers made way for a path!

When the guy who was the center of attention came out, the bodies of the two Bronzebeard brothers were shaking!

It's him!

It's him!

it's him!

Our brother Muradin!

The Frost King Yog Stormheart also stared at Magni and Brian!

"you………"

Yug felt a sharp pain in his head and blurted out: "You... Magni! Brian! You are here!"

After saying this, Brian could no longer hold back, and ran to his brother and hugged him.

The surrounding Frostborn dwarves wanted to step forward and pull them apart, but were stopped by the king who was enduring the stabbing pain in his brain.

"Don't do it... I remembered something! They are my dearest ones!"

Magni also came to the two brothers and looked at them with tears in his eyes.

Galen saw Muradin's pain, stepped forward and said, "Take us into your Frost Castle, Muradin, I can help you heal your injuries!"

As a demigod of holy light, Garin was keenly aware of the huge dark power entrenched in Muradin's body.

Garen estimated that it was at the moment when Frostmourne was born that Muradin bore the impact of the huge dark power of this magic sword head-on. Because it involved mental power and even the soul level, the Bronzebeard Prince lost his memory.

Muradin endured the severe pain in his head and led them into his own kingdom, where they sat down in a hall full of ice-carved furniture.

Garin set about healing his wounds.

Garin's holy light attributes are judgment and sentencing, and its effect on healing is average, but he will not use his own holy light to humiliate himself.

Whether it is Aragorn or the holy light of the two Naaru, K'ure and Deori, the effect can be achieved.

After thinking about it, Garin spent some money and summoned the healing holy light of Naaru. It could not only heal his injuries that had not healed for some time, but also soothe his confused soul and help him recover his memory.

Everyone watched as Muradin's expression changed from pain to calm, and then from calm to ferocious, and their hearts began to hang in the air!

As the confused soul was straightened out by Garin, Muradin's memories began to recall!

First of all, in the past two years, he became the king of the Frostborn Dwarves and led them to retake the Frost Castle occupied by the Iron Dwarves. Then he began to form an army of the Frostborn Dwarves and tried to tame the snow sculptures on the top of the snow-capped mountains as aerial mounts. Because of his series of drastic reforms, the Frostborn Dwarves became more and more powerful and were no longer a race that could be slaughtered at will on the Storm Peaks!

The memory of the past two years was very clear. Apart from the occasional flare-ups of his old illness after fighting the iron dwarves and ice giants, Muradin had been doing pretty well.

However, he still wanted to know his origins and find his lost memories, so his memory began to trace back...

A group of displaced blue dwarves fled in the snow and ice, and then found a yellow-skinned dwarf buried in the ice and dying. Although he was in danger, their elders decided to save the injured man who was of similar size to them.

Muradin's heart was filled with gratitude. If it weren't for the kind Frostborn dwarves, he would probably have returned to the hills.

Muradin felt the obstruction of memory recall at this time, and it was very difficult to continue!

But today he met two dwarves who looked like him. He could actually say their names by heart, but he couldn't remember anything more. He had to get back his past!

"Uh... ah!"

Muradin roared angrily, and a bloody rage erupted from his body...

With the help of his explosive strength and Garin's assistance, Muradin broke through the barrier of memory!

A scene starts to play back!

In a cave full of ice, he and a tall human youth were concentrating on looking at a magic sword hidden in an icicle!

"Look, Muradin." The human youth's voice trembled, "We have a chance to be saved. This is Frostmourne."

"Don't be anxious, kid." He seemed to have discovered something and poured a bucket of cold water on the young human with a blunt, commanding tone.

"What, what's wrong!" The human youth was obviously a little dissatisfied!

"Boy, I've seen more things than you've eaten salt!" His face was solemn: "There is an inscription on this platform. Let me see if I can decipher what it says. Maybe it can tell us something very important."

"Hmm, the words of the elements!"

"Whoever takes this sword will gain eternal power. Just as the blade cuts through the body of the enemy, so the energy will damage the soul of the one who wields the sword."

Muradin, who was watching, also felt a chill all over his body!

"Hey, I should have known. This sword is cursed! Let's get out of here!"

"A curse?" The human youth didn't care. "In order to save my homeland, I am willing to accept any curse."

After saying that, he drew out the magic sword regardless of everything!

boom!

Muradin saw a ball of dark energy rushing towards his face!

"No! Arthas!"