Crossing Azeroth, starting with the Heroes of Might and Magic system

The fighting scene was very intense.

Fifteen cavalrymen against ten River Claw barbarians. The two sides fought in close combat. The cavalry had a slight advantage because of their numbers. The gnolls continued to be injured, but some of their own cavalrymen were also attacked and injured.

Seeing this, Varian cast healing spells on the injured cavalrymen one by one. They were all minor injuries. After a flash of light, the wounded soldiers' injuries were healed instantly. Immediately, morale was greatly boosted, and the offensive was intensified.

The River Claw barbarians were already at a disadvantage, and when they saw the injured cavalrymen being healed one by one, they cried out in anger.

Seeing that the battle situation was unfavorable, the River Claw Barbarians knew that if they could not get rid of the mage who was constantly healing in the distance, they would be exhausted to death sooner or later.

Then one of the River Claw soldiers rushed out of the encirclement and rushed towards Varian with his axe raised.

Varian cast a slow spell on it, and the River Claw barbarian suddenly felt like he was stepping into a pile of mud, with his speed greatly reduced.

Just as it lowered its head to look at its feet, Varian shot a magic arrow at it.

I saw a white light condensed from magic, with a crackling sound, instantly hitting the chest of the River Claw Barbarian, and a charred blood hole appeared where it was hit by the magic arrow.

The health bar of this already injured River Claw Barbarian was emptied in an instant. He looked at the big hole in his chest in disbelief, and then fell heavily to the ground.

It's not that easy to launch a sneak attack on a seventh-level magician.

After comparison, Varian concluded that the magic arrow is more powerful than the fireball!

The cooldown time of these two spells is almost the same, and they can be cast alternately with a short interval in between, allowing for almost uninterrupted output as long as you can afford the mana bottle.

Varian used to practice at the magic training ground in the Stormwind Mage District. He just played by himself and had never fought in a battle. Today was his first actual combat and it felt very exciting.

He tried out a lot of magic he had learned in Stormwind City and the magic he had learned in the System Magic Guild to feel the effects of magic.

This made the River Claw Barbarians who were fighting very uncomfortable. Various magic spells attacked them one after another. One of the River Claw Barbarians saw that he was about to chop down the cavalry, but he inexplicably turned into a lamb!

That's right, this is the sheep transformation spell cast by Varian, which can turn the enemy into a lamb for a few seconds, and after turning into a lamb, the enemy has no ability to fight back.

The poor River Claw barbarian was slashed by several swords just after he turned into a lamb and died on the spot.

Varian muttered, "Almost every wizard knows how to turn a sheep into a sheep. It's really useful. I heard there's also a skill to turn a pig into a pig? That's interesting, but I don't know where to learn it."

He looked at the battlefield again and saw that we had a huge advantage. If he didn't take action, the battle would be over. So he raised his hand and summoned a three-meter-tall water element to join the battlefield.

The River Claw Barbarians were already in a panic, and the appearance of the giant water element made them even more terrified. Their confidence collapsed immediately and they fled in all directions.

The cavalrymen quickly gave chase, and Varian also used magic to harvest. Every time he cast a spell, he could take away a River Claw barbarian with low health.

Soon, all the Hezhua barbarians fell, and then thirty cavalrymen besieged the remaining Hezhua laborers. The Hezhua laborers, who were already struggling to hold on, suddenly became overwhelmed and unable to resist.

At this moment, Varian did not make any more moves. The victory was already decided and there was no need for him to take any more action.

A moment later, when the last River Claw Peon fell, there was a cheer of victory.

Although this was Varian's first battle, it was also very exciting.

The Dagger Ridge Guards can be said to have won a great victory. Not only was the battle very easy, but the occasional injuries were basically healed by Varian's magic. It can be said to be a crushing battle with zero casualties.

Magic is of great help on the battlefield, Varian exclaimed.

The next step was to clean up the battlefield. Varian waved his hand and several soldiers went over to check the five supply carts of the Jackals.

The gnolls shouldn't have anything valuable, right?

Sure enough, after a while, the soldier came back and reported: "Your Highness, there is a lot of fresh wild boar meat, some wool, some animal skins, and some vulture meat in the car."

"Do you have any gold coins?"

"There are only a few hundred of them. They must have been obtained by robbing humans."

"Hey."

Varian sighed and said, "Throw away the vulture meat, and take the other materials back to Moonbrook to sell them."

"Yes, Your Highness the Prince!"

Vulture meat is the meat of the carrion-chopping bird. This bird eats carrion and the meat has a foul smell. Almost no humans are willing to eat it and it cannot be sold for money, so only jackals can eat it.

No one knew who had passed the news back, but when Varian and his companions returned to Moonbrook, they were warmly welcomed by the townspeople and were treated like heroes.

It turned out that Moonbrook Town had long been plagued by the Riverpaw Gnolls. Many tourists, farmers, and caravans had been robbed by the Riverpaw Gnolls, and farms near the town had also been harassed from time to time.

However, the town's guard force is limited. The town can still be defended, but it is indeed too difficult to ask them to chase the werewolves.

Moreover, the gnolls are nomadic. By the time you have assembled a large army and are discovered by their scouts, they will have moved away in advance, which is very troublesome.

There are countless similar small groups of gnolls throughout the Western Wilds, their number outnumbering the entire population of Moonbrook Town.

After my Dagger Ridge base is built, I should be able to clear out these gnolls, but it will still take some time.

After Varian returned to the hotel, he did nothing but took a comfortable shower in the hotel. He had been running around for several days and hadn't taken a shower for several days, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

When they arrived at the lobby, the hotel owner said that the town was holding a bonfire party for them and asked him to join in the fun.

When they arrived at the large lawn behind the hotel, they saw a group of people dancing around a bonfire. There were his team members, townspeople, and the mayor, Sir Elgadin, among them.

Next to him, Gavinrad was roasting a whole pig on a pile of charcoal, a whole bloody wild boar.

There were residents in groups of two or three everywhere, some drinking morning dew wine, some drinking fruit juice, and some clapping to the rhythm of the music.

Varian was still wondering whether he should try the roasted coyote meat when he was pulled by a resident to dance around the campfire.

The residents of Moonbrook are all good at singing and dancing, and they dance very well. Varian is not very familiar with the dances here and can only follow their rhythm awkwardly. He himself finds their movements a bit funny.

It was a lively night. Varian didn't remember what he did afterwards. He only remembered drinking a lot of morning dew wine. When he woke up in the hotel the next day, it was already noon.