Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Under the moonlight, the Moon Wave sailed quickly in the foggy sea, and the thick fog on the sea kept receding like a curtain.

Finally, the island on the sea finally came clearly into Garin's sight!

Towering into the sky, with thick branches!

Jialin looked up and saw that the moonlight cast a hazy purple tint on the trees. The taller treetops were blurred in the clouds and became vague shadows.

majestic!

This is Teldrassil, which means "Crown of the Earth" in the language of the night elves. It is a tree, a world tree carefully planted and cultivated by the night elves.

The newborn Teldrassil is not as big as Nordrassil, the "Crown of the Sky", but it is a natural miracle created by druids using the magic of Azeroth itself. Its trunk is even wider than the territory of some countries, but that amazing trunk is far less huge than the green canopy that seems to extend infinitely along the horizon.

Soon Garin and his companions arrived at the village of Rut'theran at the bottom of Teldrassil.

This port town is not large, but you can see that its construction has not been completed. As a connecting port between the overseas capital and the Kalimdor continent, its daily throughput should be considerable.

This can be seen from the two docks and the horned eagle breeding farm.

A team of patrolling sentinels spotted Tyrande landing on the dock, and they quickly came over to greet her: "Welcome back, High Priest, Archdruid!"

"And... you!"

The captain of the sentinel noticed the weapon wrapped in thunder on Garin's waist, and suddenly raised his head to look at Garin!

She looked at Garin's angular face with excitement, her face flushed with shock: "It's you! Lord Garin Lema! You are back!"

The sentinel captain's words caused a commotion among the patrolmen behind her, and they only quieted down after Garin smiled and made a gesture to silence them.

Tyrande felt a little uncomfortable, but when she thought that this was the respect that Garin had earned with his life, she felt relieved.

The residents of Rut'theran saluted them respectfully, and Tyrande and Galen responded one by one. Soon they stepped onto a gentle stone slope.

The gentle slope leads toward the roots of Teldrassil, where a tall portal is hidden with a giant glowing sign written in Darnassian on one side.

Garin felt the breath of natural energy and arcane at the portal.

It seems that the night elves in Mount Hyjal and Ashenvale led by Tyrande have indeed fallen into unprecedented weakness, and have even begun to accept the arcane ways that they had rejected ten thousand years ago.

If Illidan and Thranduil knew this, wouldn't they faint from crying?

After passing through the portal, we arrived at the new capital of the night elves built on top of Teldrassil: Darnassus!

Most of the city is divided into functional areas. Different areas represent different divisions of labor in the night elf society, such as the warrior area in the east of the city, the artisan area in the northeast, and the trade area in the southeast.

The real ruler of this city is the Cenarion District in the north and the Moon Temple in the south.

Tyrande didn't bother to take Garin to appreciate the beautiful flowers and lakes in the Moon Garden. She directly asked the other druids to take Garin north to a dungeon.

"High Lord, this is the crypt where we slept and entered the Emerald Dream, and this one belongs to my mentor, Lord Malfurion!"

Broll led the way into the underground caverns while introducing Galen, followed by Tyrande and Galen, while the other druids stopped at the door.

This underground space was very dark. Jialin saw several bags of herbs, piles of feathers, teeth, and many objects taken from various animals in the passage...

He is truly worthy of being the Chief Druid of Azeroth. This collection opened Garen's eyes.

"Master Broll! The High Priest! And the High Lord..."

A female voice in the cave exclaimed, she didn't expect so many important people to come today.

Garin looked up, the silver light in his eyes allowing him to see at night, and he saw a priestess in a silver hooded robe standing in the center of the room.

"This is Merandi, the servant of the Moon Goddess. She is responsible for taking care of the sleeping Malfurion." Tyrande spoke in a low voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing something. "Merandi, how is Malfurion?"

"The Archdruid is still sleeping! Nightmares surround him!"

Following the priestess's gaze, Garin also looked at the figure lying in the corner!