Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Is Garin's proposal tempting?

lure!

Is it costly?

acceptable!

Varian and Arthas looked at each other and both raised their hands in agreement.

Of course, Dalaran and Kul Tiras cannot take advantage of us for free. They will also pay corresponding money and minerals in exchange.

The dwarf Prince Muradin had no reason to refuse. When it came to mineral output, the dwarves were afraid of no one.

Compared to the secret of the origins of dwarves and gnomes, a mere 500 tons is nothing.

After the meeting, everyone recognized Garin's position as the leader of the Alliance, and at the same time, they also got to know the ruler of Stromgarde again.

It's not that they didn't think about whether there might be some deeper meaning behind Garin's actions, but the kings of the new alliance were not political creatures, so they couldn't figure it out without racking their brains.

Thus, Garin once again earned the title of the Generous One.

Varian brought troops from his kingdom to help Arthas.

Although the number of people is small, it is also an elite legion.

Of course, the more important force is some of Lordaeron's native noble lords, who are dissatisfied with Blackmoore's usurpation of the throne.

As long as Arthas raises the banner of national restoration, I believe most of them will respond to the call and unite to increase the number of their troops.

Sure enough, when Arthas led the Seventh Legion into the West Wilderd, Lord Fordring of Hearthglen and a group of nobles greeted him in Andorhal.

And the nobles of East Wilder, led by the Mograine and Abidis families, also chose to stand on the side of Menethil's orthodoxy.

In addition to attacking Arthas in the east, Varian took the armies of Ironforge and Stromgarde and attacked the south of the royal city of Lordaeron by water from Lake Lordamere.

In just half a month, Blackmoore lost two provinces and finally had to retreat to Tirisfal Glades.

When the two armies successfully met at the north gate of the royal city of Lordaeron, Blackmoore couldn't understand why he was the overlord of the northern part of the East Continent three months ago, but three months later he was beaten down to only an isolated city?

what happened?

What about his country?

Where is his army?

What about his allies?

play?

On the top of Lordaeron, Blackmoore, wearing black armor and holding a huge sword, looked at the Alliance army below and fell into deep doubt...

Arthas wore the standard armor forged by the reorganized Knights of the Silver Hand, held the hammer of Menethil's power, and rode a brown warhorse. He stood out from the crowd and shouted loudly toward the city wall:

"Blackmoore! Your end is here!"

"I will take back the sovereignty of Lordaeron from you and save my people from your evil rule!"

"The reign of evil?"

Blackmore laughed angrily!

"You little bastard of the Menethil family! I! Blackmoore is a hero of the Alliance!"

"It was I who defeated Orgrim Doomhammer in combat."

"I saved the Alliance!"

"And you! Your Menethil politicians are the dirty ones!"

The two sides went back and forth on both sides of the city wall, confronting each other and arguing with each other.

Finally, the young Arthas couldn't stand this meaningless conversation anymore, and waved his warhammer forward, pointing at the top of the city!

"Attack! Warriors of the Alliance!"

Following Arthas' order, the first to be hit was the heavy and tightly closed door of Lordaeron's north gate, which suffered a round of fierce artillery fire!

The city gate was severely damaged, and Blackmore's face instantly darkened.

However, as a hero of the Second War, who rose from a minor noble to become a king, he has the script of being the protagonist of this timeline.

Blackmore remained calm in the face of danger and shouted out orders: "Ballista, counterattack! Counterattack quickly, attack their artillery positions!"

boom!

boom!

boom!

Flaming cannonballs and crossbow arrows streaked across the sky between Lordaeron Royal City and Brill, and for a moment the battlefield was filled with smoke!

In the end, the artillery battalion from Stromgarde was superior and was the first to destroy a section of Lordaeron's wall!

"what!"

Arthas showed a look of joy, and was about to lead the vanguard to charge, but someone grabbed his arm.

Arthas looked back in confusion and saw that it was Varian.

"What's wrong, Varian?"

Varian shook his head and dissuaded him: "Wait a moment, we'll go up later!"

Varian understood the anxiety in Arthas' heart. He felt the same way when he learned that the Alliance army had counterattacked outside Stormwind City.

However, at this moment, the crossbows and archers in the royal city of Lordaeron still have the ability to counterattack, and they are also on high alert.

A rash charge at this time might cause some casualties to them.

Anyway, the artillery camp of Stromgarde still has a lot of ammunition, so it is better to continue the bombardment, which can not only expand the collapsed city wall, but also undermine the morale of the enemy.

Why not?

After some explanation, Arthas was finally persuaded. The paladin who was determined to restore his country suppressed his impatience and continued to wait for the opportunity.

In the clouds in the sky, Garen was riding a griffin, holding his daughter in his arms, observing the Battle of Lordaeron on the ground.

As Garin watched, he murmured, "Is this the nth time I have watched the Battle of Lordaeron? I didn't expect that I could still enjoy this scene in another time and space."

"Father, has Lordaeron been attacked by the enemy many times?"

Altria's eyesight was not good enough to see the battle on the ground in detail. She could only see the flashes of artillery fire, like fireworks at the Feast of Winter Veil.

"Oh, quite a few. Dad has participated in all of them." Garin rested his chin on the top of Altria's head and recalled, "The first time was more than ten years ago. At that time, the King of Lordaeron was still your grandfather. The orcs attacked the royal city and even reached the top of the city. Fortunately, Sir Lothar and I came in time with support."

"The second time was when your uncle Arthas made a big mistake. Later, dad helped mom take back the royal city and ascended the throne as king."

Altria nodded her little head. She really liked listening to the elders talk about the magnificent and epic events of the past.

"Then it's the third time." The little girl said cleverly, "This time it's the uncle from this time and space who's going to attack the city."

"Ah! Yes..."

Garin wanted to say that in fact, in a certain timeline, it was done by a plate armor priest, but he didn't say it.

I just sighed and said: "This world is so wonderful."