Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

As the potion entered the crazy werewolf's mouth, Laeral took a step back and observed his changes carefully, while Clennan picked up a pocket watch and calculated the time it would take for the serum to take effect.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

A painful expression appeared on the werewolf's originally crazy face, and soon all the hair on his body began to shrink into his flesh. His originally sharp claws slowly turned into normal nails, and his two-meter height also began to shrink!

Then the red light in his eyes began to dissipate, and he lost his mind and returned!

Slowly, he stopped struggling and his limbs returned to normal!

"Eight seconds!"

Clennan let out a cry of excitement!

"I broke through within ten seconds. My thinking is correct!"

Not only the pharmacist, but also the villagers who were watching, they all cheered excitedly when they saw that crazy werewolf returned to his original appearance in just eight seconds!

They have finally waited for this powerful and effective potion serum, and now they no longer have to worry about suddenly losing control of their power in the middle of the night and involuntarily turning into werewolves, and then mindlessly hurting their loved ones!

The villager tied to the Crusaders also had a look of disbelief on his face. Laeral waved his hand, and the vines that bound him loosened and retracted into the ground. Having lost the traction, he half-knelt on the ground, looking at his hands in disbelief.

"I...I recovered?"

"Yes, the curse in your body has been suppressed by the newly developed potion serum, but it still cannot cure the curse. However, you can turn into a werewolf again while maintaining your sanity."

"I'm normal! Woo woo woo..."

The villagers who had returned to normal sobbed, expressing their relief at having survived the disaster and feeling relieved.

Laeral wanted to say something encouraging when a mental connection that had not appeared for a long time appeared in his mind.

"The great lord is coming!"

Laeral thought to himself that he first asked the pharmacist to take the villagers who had just recovered to rest, then after sending away the onlookers, he walked out of the village with his newly recruited guards to greet Garin and his party who had arrived.

Garin followed Laeral into the hall of the village hall in the center of Wind Valley Village. Charcoals burning in the fireplace came into view. They made crackling sounds from time to time, and the warm temperature seeped into the hall, bringing a touch of warmth to this cold night.

This time, there was no need to resurrect the body that was cut into several pieces. Garin finally had the mood to appreciate the decorations full of Gilneas style.

An elk's head is hung on the wall as decoration, and two crossed shotguns are placed above the fireplace to show the martial spirit of the Gilneans.

After sitting down, Jialin spoke first: "The conditions here are quite difficult."

The werewolves were hated by the Gilneans, and Laeral's were targeted by the Bloodfangs, which meant that they were doomed to be unable to develop in this area on a large scale. They could not even reclaim wasteland to grow food or trade daily necessities.

This resulted in a shortage of supplies for them, and Garin even discovered that the food for this group of people was produced by druid spells.

Laeral smiled and said, "Compared to the time I spent sleeping in the Emerald Dream, such fulfilling days are already a blessing. The effects of the potion serum are quite good now, and they will be able to work on my compatriots in the future."

"Um……"

Garin asked seriously at this time: "What are you going to do after the potion is completed? You should know that the potion serum is also a good thing for Gilneas. Now because of the rapid spread of the werewolf curse, the country has reached the brink of destruction."

Laeral has been thinking about this recently. He has already saved these Gilneans, and those Gilneans infected with the curse can be said to be people with the same suffering. He cannot just sit there and do nothing.

"I must solve the werewolf curse in this area. Since the werewolf plague appeared six years ago, more than one-third of the people of Gilneas have been affected. If left unchecked, perhaps within four years, the entire Kingdom of Gilneas will have completely fallen, and then spread to the entire continent!"

What Laeral said was right. According to Liam's log, ever since Arugal summoned a thousand first-generation werewolves a few years ago, six years have passed. Six hundred thousand people in this country have turned into crazy and chaotic werewolves because of the curse, which shows how powerful the curse is in spreading.

You have to know that before the Orc War, the populations of Gilneas and Stromgarde were both around one million. Over the years, Genn has tried his best to develop the population, spending a lot of energy and means to gather refugees displaced by the war, and it was not easy to push the country's population to the two million mark?

In addition to the people who were deeply affected by the werewolf curse and turned into werewolves, there are at least millions of people who were affected and were panic-stricken, living in fear all day long, fearing that they would be infected with the curse at any time.

It can be said that in just a few years, half of Gene's efforts were wasted.

I have to say that old Gene is really tough. The kingdom is on the verge of collapse, but he doesn't even say a word for help.

In the original time and space, he withdrew from the alliance, so it was understandable that he was sticking to Garen. But now Gilneas is still a member of the Alliance, so why hasn't he spoken up?

Garin typed wildly in his mind!

Just as he was madly complaining about the rebellious old Gene in his heart, Laeral looked at Garin and said seriously: "After all, this ancient curse was caused by my recklessness. I can't let the curse spread."

Wow!

She is truly a responsible night elf. She is much better than Tyrande in this respect.

However, Laeral's goal is very difficult and there is still a long way to go. The main reason is that there are too many civilians who have been cursed by the werewolf, while Laeral and his followers are too few in number.

"Since you are unwilling to cooperate with the druids of the Cenarion Circle, I will find another helper for you."

The helper Garin was referring to was Liam.

"You should have felt it. The prince of this country has just become one of our own. With Liam's official status as prince, plus the mass-produced potion serum, we should be able to control the spread of the curse."

"I've heard of him. He's an enterprising heir, but it's a pity that he has such a stubborn and conservative father."

It has been more than a year since Laeral came to Gilneas. With so many cursed people following him, he has learned a lot about the country from them.

The previous king, Archibald Greymane, Genn Greymane's father and Liam's grandfather, was an outstanding and isolationist ruler. He developed the power of the Kingdom of Gilneas to its peak while refusing any aid, surpassing Stromgarde at the time and becoming the third most powerful human power. Based on this situation, it is understandable that the Greymane family is arrogant.

The events during the reign of King Archibald were too long ago for Laeral to know, but he knew Gene's past very well.

When the Alliance was formed during the Orc War, old Genn had an attitude of indifference and had no interest in Anduin and Terenas' proposal to form an alliance. It was only at the suggestion of Daelin, Galen's old father, and Vincent Godfrey, a senior official of Gilneas, that he finally agreed to join the Alliance.

However, they joined the Alliance reluctantly in the beginning and only dispatched three infantry legions in the war, which was less than half of Stromgarde. But in the end they wanted to obtain the fertile Hillsbrad region, which was a bit shameless.

After the war, Genn refused to pay high taxes to the Alliance to build orc internment camps and Nethergarde, and only gained a small part of the benefits in the division of the territory of Alterac. These were the reasons why he decisively withdrew from the Alliance.

Not only that, in order to prevent "possible interference from the Alliance", Genn followed his father's policy and decided to build a high wall to isolate himself from other kingdoms, and even cut off the southern Silverpine Forest that originally belonged to Gilneas: the territory of the Crowley family, Fenwood Village and Ambermill.

This act of giving up the kingdom's land could be considered a family inheritance, but fortunately it did not pass on to Liam.

Garin had Liam and Laeral communicate remotely, and agreed to meet at Storm's Edge in three days for a detailed discussion. Then he took Alleria and Sylvanas to the royal city of Gilneas.

On the way, Sylvanas asked Galen why he didn't just take action directly.

Garin naturally had his considerations and told Wind Walker the reason directly.

The source of the werewolf curse is the wolf god Goldrinn. Laeral and his group of first-generation scythe druids only practiced the druid ways of the wolf god, but were unable to control the wild power from Goldrinn.

If Garin took action, he would go straight to Goldrinn and subdue him like he did with the Ursoc and Ursol brothers, the Cheetah Demigod, and the Eagle Demigod, and then let the Wolf God suppress his power.

Removing the firewood from under the cauldron is the quickest and easiest way to solve the problem.

But Garin did not make a move.

After all, he is now the Lord of the Crusaders and the Supreme King of the Alliance. He has many legendary masters and high-level soldiers under his command. He has passed the early days of his business where he had to do everything by himself.

He didn't want to do everything himself and leave so many potential heroes unused and untrained.

Garin and the Windrunner sisters used the Orb of Deception to disguise themselves and transformed themselves into three humans wearing Gilnean noble robes. With the insignia of the Royal Guard obtained from Liam, they easily entered the royal city of Gilneas.

The architectural style and clothing of Gilneas are obviously different from those of Lordaeron, Stromgarde and Stormwind City. In addition, the people here are accustomed to using long-barreled shotguns, and the cold and rainy climate of the Gilneas Peninsula made Garen feel that he was in 19th century London, a country where the Industrial Revolution had just begun.

It was already dusk and the light on the streets was dim. At this moment, the streets of Stromgarde Royal City were still crowded with people. People had just finished a day's work and were going home or having fun.

However, the city of Gilneas seems a little desolate. With the increasing number of reports of missing persons and attacks by unknown creatures, the whole city is filled with an uneasy mood. Merchants would rather close their shops than stay in the dark.

"It's hard to imagine that this was once one of the most powerful nations in the human race."

The Windrunner sisters hid their heads in the darkness and discussed in a low voice the abnormal situation in Gilneas City.

"It's not a strong country... After all, only Lordaeron was relatively strong back then, followed by the Kingdom of Azeroth in the south. The remaining countries, Stromgarde, Gilneas, and Kul Tiras, were far behind those two countries in terms of population and military!"

"Hehe, just as Garen said, things change over time. Now the Kingdom of Azeroth has become the Stormwind Kingdom, and Lordaeron and Dalaran have also been destroyed. The national strength of these two countries has been cut in half, and we, Stromgarde, have the last laugh!"

Garin listened to the discussion of the Wind Walker sisters and felt secretly happy in his heart, this is all thanks to me!

"Not only that, the Kingdom of Alterac was downgraded to a principality and obeyed Galen's orders. Now Gilneas is also experiencing hardships."

Having said that, the Windrunner sisters fell silent, feeling a little depressed.

After the fall of Lordaeron, the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas was also conquered by the Scourge, and their home was once contaminated by those foul-smelling undead and plague.

"My dear, let's look forward to it. The high elves are getting better under Kael's leadership. Quel'Thalas will rise again!"

Garin gently hugged the two Wind Walkers in his arms and comforted them with words.

Compared to the timeline that Garen knew, the high elves now are so happy. Sylvanas is standing in front of them alive, and his brother-in-law Lilas is also working hard to become the next Ranger General.

This is already good.

Just when Jialin and the other two were being affectionate, several pairs of scarlet and cruel eyes lit up in the dark alley!

Whoosh!

The owners of those eyes turned into black shadows and pounced towards Garin and the other two at a high speed!

Hemp egg!

No wonder there was not a single hairy person on the streets after the sun went down, and the shops closed early. It turned out that the werewolves in the city had become so rampant that they didn't even avoid people before it got completely dark!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

After a series of beating sounds, three monsters with sideburns all over their bodies were lying on the tiles at the corner of the street, with big bulges on the back of their heads and the top of their foreheads.

Because he didn't want to see blood, Garin used an ordinary one-handed hammer to knock them all out.

"Two high-level ones and one low-level one. They don't look like ordinary stuff!"

The power of the werewolf curse can transform the host's body and increase the host's strength. The physical fitness of adults in Azeroth is generally at the first level, and if they want to go higher, they have to practice.

And these three werewolves were obviously very powerful before they transformed, and at least had a certain status.

Garin looked around the street and found that there were some brave and curious Gilneans who were peeping through the windows of the surrounding buildings and spying on what was happening here. So he stacked the three werewolves together and dragged them into a dark alley like dead dogs.