Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

After Galen arranged for Malfurion's body to be sent to Moonglade, he left Darnassus alone, leaving behind a group of druids who were surrounding him.

However, at the port of Rut'theran, Tyrande and a group of moon priests blocked his way.

This team was composed entirely of women, wrapped in robes that looked like silver moonlight, with the hems reaching their ankles.

A slender and elegant teardrop-shaped silver chain was connected to the center of their corsets and hung down to their lower bodies. Sword sheaths were hung on their sides and quivers were hung on their backs. From their light figures and elegant manners, it can be seen that these women are not only proficient in using various weapons, but are also quite good at hand-to-hand combat.

"Tyrande, what do you want from me?"

"Let me make it short, Jialin, we have known each other for ten thousand years."

Tyrande approached Galen alone, and the priestesses stepped back and formed a circle to ensure that the conversation between the two leaders would not be overheard by others.

"You are the only person I can rely on right now. Malfurion trusts you very much. I always remember our friendship. Tell me the truth, what are the chances of rescuing Malfurion this time?"

Tyrande raised her head slightly, her eyes unclear.

She is afraid!

He was afraid that Garen would not work hard, and that his beloved Malfurion would die!

"I'll do my best!"

Garin looked sincere.

Tyrande just looked at Galen for a long time, then she turned away.

In the ten thousand years that she had known Garen, although they had not spent much time together, Tyrande had gained some understanding of Garen.

He is a strong man, a strong man with a big picture perspective, and most importantly, he keeps his promises and is compassionate!

Yes, compassion!

When Tyrande discovered this, she even found it a little unbelievable!

As the leader of millions of night elves, Galin'lema is actually a kind-hearted person!

Ten thousand years of ruling career has changed Tyrande's original intention. From a kind priestess at the beginning, she has successfully transformed into a qualified politician.

Perhaps Galin'lema has not changed much, just like Malfurion. He is asleep most of the time. Tens of thousands of years are just a nap, and tens of thousands of years pass by as soon as he closes his eyes.

They are still the passionate young men who had the courage to resist the Burning Legion in the War of the Ancients; the only thing that has changed is themselves.

Thinking of this, Tyrande breathed a sigh of relief.

"I believe you!"

The high priestess reached out and touched Garin's shoulder. A faint moonlight quickly spread out, briefly enveloping Garin, and then merged into his body.

"You have received the blessing of Mother Moon... I hope it will help you enter the Emerald Dream!"

Jialin only felt a warm current flowing through his body, and his position stuck in the middle level of demigod was slightly loosened.

This is a blessing from Elune, a true god-level blessing.

Tyrande is indeed the daughter of the Moon Goddess.

I don’t know how long this blessing will last. It would be a waste if it can only last until I kill Xavius.

After bidding farewell to Tyrande, Galen transformed into a gray eagle and disappeared into the vast ocean under the gaze of many priestesses.

There was a flash of white light, and Garin returned to the Feralas Forest.

His target is the Dream Tree in the northwest.

The Dream Tree in the center of Lake Gardemir is one of the entrances to the Emerald Dream.

The boar demigod Agamemnon was already inside the entrance, waiting to lead Garen into the Emerald Dream.