Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Van Cleef knew that his overlord was calling for help in the local area network of the Heart of Origin. Even though he knew this, he was still very anxious.

After a while, he saw a burst of white light coming out from the head of the overlord, and then a mysterious and complex magic circle appeared.

The person the overlord is looking for is here!

Lao Fan knows this situation very well. He has entered the Jedi several times over the years, and finally escaped back with the help of this return scroll!

The white light faded away, and a long-eared elf appeared in front of the thief.

"Meet Archmage Thranduil!"

The units governed by the Heart of Origin do not distinguish between superiors and subordinates based on their actual identities. Instead, they divide the heights based on the authority they have in the Heart of Origin.

Thranduil is one of the four heroes of the Altar of Kings, and is the second most authoritative person after Galen. VanCleef and his followers can only be ranked behind him, and above all other arms.

Thranduil nodded to Old Fan, then came to Galen and said, "Galen, here I come. What's the urgent matter that you summoned me to come here so urgently?"

Garin didn't waste any time and brought Thranduil directly to the tent. He briefly introduced Vanessa's condition to him, and then showed him the newly acquired Blade of the Dark Empire.

Thranduil was holding Xal'atath and was about to play with it, but then he frowned, realizing that the dagger was trying to tempt him to rebel!

Immediately, a red flame gushed out from Thranduil's palm, burning the sword of Xal'atath!

"Ah! Damn it, another one!"

With a scream, Xal'atath immediately withdrew his will into the deepest part of the dagger, and then closed his soul perception.

"What an evil dagger."

Thranduil sighed, "I have heard of this weapon in ancient times. If it had not appeared and depleted the national strength of the trolls, causing the troll empire to split, perhaps Azshara's army would not have been so easy to defeat Zandalari and become the overlord of Kalimdor!"

Upon hearing this, Garin smiled inwardly. Even if the bloodline of the Sun Chaser family was known to them as being so proud, they were unwilling to admit that the night elves originated from the dark trolls.

"Okay, put this dagger aside for now. You can study it later. Look at Vanessa first."

Thranduil put down the dagger and carefully checked the female thief's condition. "Her condition looks very much like the backlash of magic has damaged her mental power, causing her mental power to be in a mess and unable to recover on its own."

"Can it be cured?"

"It can be cured!"

Hearing this, Van Cleef finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, Thranduil began to cast a spell. A blue ray connected the palm of his left hand and a thunder lizard outside the tent, and he was sucking the magic power from its body.

The Silver Hand Knights' dinner tonight was barbecued Thunder Lizards. The only remaining one was a half-grown cub, so the Paladins did not touch it.

A few seconds later, Thranduil raised his right hand again and pointed it at Vanessa, and the magic power once again flowed through his palm into the body of the female thief.

This scene reminded Garin of the scene in the Warcraft movie in his previous life, where Gul'dan saved the newborn orc baby Go'ir. At the same time, he also understood Thranduil's idea of ​​treatment...

As the magic power entered his body, Garin saw from the follower panel that there was a third bar below Vanessa's health and energy bars: the mana slot.

And her mana value continued to rise, eventually stopping at the value of ten.

Simple and crude.

Magic sucking can also be used to save people?

The wizard is awesome!

"The magic power in this Thunder Lizard cub is too low, it can only reach this level, but this is enough."

Thranduil asked Old Fan to give Vanessa a bottle of magic potion, and she soon woke up.

After Vanessa woke up successfully, Garin let her return to the Hidden Blade headquarters to recuperate. This solved Van Cleef's worries and allowed him to continue his mission in Wharton with peace of mind.

Then there is Thranduil. He is here now, so we cannot let him go back after we are done with his duties. Besides, the turmoil among the high elves has long since subsided, and he is no longer needed after Kael'thas took control of the situation. We have to give him more responsibilities.

"Old Darth..."

As soon as Galen opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Thranduil's look. It seemed that this guy didn't like Galen to mention his past.

Regarding this, Garen was very understanding. He quickly changed the topic and said, "Thranduil, there are many dangerous things buried in this desert. I need you to stay here and cooperate with Van Cleef. When the time comes, I will send the army over."

The prerequisite is that Zandalari asks the Alliance for help, otherwise Garen will not dispatch official troops.

"What do you want me to do?" As the founding king of the high elves, he was at the top in terms of politics, military and personal strength. As soon as Garin opened his mouth, he instantly had a lot of ideas, but he had to know Garin's policy first.

"First of all, there are several forces here that do not belong to the Zandalari Empire, such as the tortollans in the Totaka Sanctuary in the north, the fox tribe in the east, and the snakemen in the Serpentine Canyon."

Especially the snake people, they are the strongest force in the Vol'dun Desert. Thousands of years ago, the servant of the old gods, Mithrax the Disassembler, invaded Vol'dun, and the Loa God Sethralis of the snake people sacrificed himself and died together with the evil god.

However, the evil god is still alive. In order to prevent Mythrax from waking up again, the three surviving leaders of the snake people, Guardians Sulsis, Warwick and Kotek, sealed Mythrax's body in the Great Pyramid.

But as time passed, Korthek gradually grew tired of peace and became greedy for power. He gathered an army called the Faithless, openly proclaimed himself king, and intended to awaken Mythrax and conquer Zuldazar.

"None of these races has the strength to threaten you. The snake people's Loa is dead. The only one you need to pay attention to is Mithrax the Deconstructor who is sealed in the Atul-Aman Pyramid. This guy is probably revived a long time ago, but he just hasn't broken the seal."

"It's just a resurrected evil god. I don't mind giving him a ride!" Thranduil hadn't fought against any powerful enemies since his rebirth. Now that he has become a demigod, he hopes to test his own strength. His phoenix has been thirsty for power.

"Then let's set a small goal first, unify the races of Wharton, and then burn that evil god, is that ok?" Garin gave a goal by the way.

"No problem, I'll leave right away!"

It is a good choice to send Thranduil out to increase the reputation of foxmen, tortollans and snakemen, and integrate them to form an army when necessary, or cannon fodder.

When Thranduil left, Galen became alone again...

Speaking of which, I am the High King of Stromgarde, Grand Chancellor of the Alliance, Lord of the Holy Spirit, Grand Master of the Church of the Holy Light, Savior of Azeroth, and Galen'remar is also the number one night elf. Why am I acting alone again?

No, that’s too embarrassing. We need to get more people. We must continue to get more people.

Garin summoned a magic flying carpet, and there was no better vehicle in the desert than a flying carpet.

He operated the flying carpet and moved quickly towards the southwest of Wharton.