Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"Respected Bishop, this way please..."

Garin 2 waved away the priests and went deep into the church with only Garin.

Garin's hands hidden in his robe concentrated on the spell, and a soundproof nodule quickly took shape, covering the interior of the church.

At this time, Garin stopped pretending. He grabbed Garin 2's neck from behind and changed direction to walk towards the underground secret room of the church!

"Hiss... Who are you? How do you know the secret room of the Trollbane family?" Garin 2 struggled hard, but the palm on the back of his neck was as motionless as an iron clamp!

Soon they arrived at the bottom of the tomb, and a brand new coffin was placed at the first position at the entrance.

Bang!

Garin 2 was thrown in front of the coffin like a dead dog. At this time, Garin had taken off his hood. After Garin 2 saw his face clearly, his expression of fear froze!

"you you!"

Jialin 2 was horrified and couldn't understand how there could be someone who looked exactly like him!

"Repent, Galen Trollbane!"

Garin drew out the family sword Tokaral which had been sealed for a long time.

"No! No! Who the hell are you?!"

Garin's eyes were cold and he remained unmoved. He thrust the family sword forward lightly and stabbed Garin 2 through the heart.

"You don't need to know who I am. You only need to know that Stromgarde will rise under the hands of the 52nd King, Galen Trollbane!"

Garin 2 only felt his limited strength slipping away. Before he fell into darkness, he heard a final sigh: "I hope your father won't beat you up in the Shadow Realm... provided you can get there, Mr. Filial Son!"

Ugh!

Rest in peace, Solas of this timeline!

The sigh echoed in the tomb and took a long time to dissipate.

Garin took off his priest suit and put it on Garin 2's body, and threw a little holy light energy on it. It could burn his face and prevent anyone from using necromancy to recall his soul.

He rummaged in the corner of his backpack and put on the standard armor of Stromgarde that he had worn ten years ago.

I suddenly dreamed back to the time when the Red Flame Army was first established.

Now, he just needs to repeat what he did that year!

Garin carried his body back to the church again, found the three priests and Varokal, and announced to them:

"A villain pretended to be the bishop of the southern diocese and intended to murder Prince Galin and seize the sword of the Trollbane family: Tokaral. Prince Galin bravely fought against the villain and finally killed him!"

The substitution was completed, and after it was verified that their strength was low, Altria and the farmer were not implicated. Instead, they were placed in the cemetery behind the church area.

Garin originally wanted to quietly comfort his daughter, but he found that Altria was looking at him with admiration.

He even secretly made a face at Jialin and mouthed, "Father, you are awesome!"

It's just so-so, basic operation.

Since he didn't scare his daughter, he got down to business.

After checking some of the letter scrolls left by Garin 2, I found that this ancient kingdom was already crumbling.

When the capital fell, there were originally more than 500,000 people who chose to flee south to the Storm Kingdom for refuge. Now, only about 300,000 people are left.

The three major farms in the northeast are barely enough to supply food for these people, but the safety of the farms is threatened by the Trollbane family's archenemy: the Witherwood Troll.

The few remaining troops in Stromgarde could only hold on to the northeast region, resulting in Garin 2 having only more than a thousand troops at hand and being unable to regain control of the city.

"Hey, if you don't have the ability, why are you a king? Keep letting your resentful father support you. Isn't it better for you to just lie down and do nothing?"

"Without Frostmourne, what's the point of being a filial son?"

Jialin laughed at Jialin 2 in his heart.

"You insist on being the king of Stromgarde, what a fool!"

People only know that the Ming Dynasty fell during the reign of Chongzhen, so it can’t be blamed on Zhu Cilang, right?

As dusk fell, Garin brought the farmers of the base and Altria and quietly came to the Fadil Bay in the back mountain and directly built a town hall.

With the Stonefist Ogres, Syndicate Thieves and Stromgarde City Guards holding them back, no one would care about the abandoned bay dock.

Garin has not yet explored the upper limit of the Heart of Origin's slots. This creation-level artifact maintains the synchronization of the resource bar even in another timeline.

This saved Garin a lot of time.

As the days passed, the Fadil Bay base grew larger and larger. The town hall was directly upgraded to a third-level castle. Next to it was the jade-white Altar of Kings, and the open space in the middle was densely packed with farms.

There were more than a dozen barracks built along the foot of the mountain, including several arcane temples and griffin nests.

The military strength reached 10,000 people!

The first step in the rise of the Kingdom of Stromgarde: Recapture the capital!

Five thousand infantrymen were in the front, three thousand musketeers and five hundred priests and wizards were in the back, and on the flanks were fifteen hundred heavily armored knights. They marched into the town of Bravecaller outside the capital of Stromgarde in a mighty force.

Varokar's patrol cavalry discovered the situation first and hurried over to report it.

"Your Highness, the Prince!"

"What are you panicking about, Lieutenant!"

Varokar only felt a majestic king's aura coming towards him. Since the last assassination of the priest, His Royal Highness the Prince has changed more and more!

If Varokar had not followed the prince since his youth and knew many details about the prince, he would have suspected that the prince had been replaced!

Varokal forced himself to calm down and quickly reported: "Your Highness, an army has arrived outside the city, wearing standard armor of Stromgarde and carrying the eagle flag of Arathi, but Marshal Oslet simply does not have the ability to organize such a large army!"

The next moment, the lieutenant's eyes widened at the prince's words: "That's my man..."

"This was a backup plan I arranged many years ago to prevent the worst. When I lost control of Stromgarde, I sent out messengers to summon this army. Today they finally arrived!"

"Karl... Congratulations, you've been promoted and you'll be the leader of the new knight order!"

On that day, Prince Garin's private army: the Arathor Legion, took only one night to recapture the west and south of the city occupied by ogres and syndicates.

Varokar will never forget that hellish scene for the rest of his life!

The Arathor Legion was like a tiger out of a cage, strangling those four-meter-tall ogres with ease. The Syndicate thieves operating in the shadows were even more vulnerable!

In the carpet-style cleansing, the entire city was flooded with blood. Except for the people wearing white armor with red edges and eagle-like battle robes, there was no living creature!