Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

At this point in time, the Death Mine was not yet called the Death Mine, but the Hope Mine. It was a famous gold producing area in the human world. It was said that its reserves were one-third of the Storm Kingdom's treasury.

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"Bishop Natalie, please help me prepare a guide to accompany us tomorrow." Jialin decided to go straight to Yuexi Town tomorrow, but he was not familiar with the terrain and needed someone to lead the way.

"No problem. I'll let Sergeant MacBride go with you. He grew up in the wild west and is very familiar with the roads there."

Bishop Natalie recommended a member of the North County patrol team, and Garin continued to ask some details, such as the shape of the intruder's footprints, the time of the invasion, etc.

Natalie recalled carefully and Garin listened attentively. In terms of age, this female bishop seemed to be about the same age as Danas. There was only one possibility for her to be the bishop of North County, and that was the favor of Holy Light and her devotion to the way of Holy Light.

Finally, Garin asked the bishop if he could remember the contents of the sacred book and tell him the contents of the first page.

The bishop's superb memory and profound knowledge of the Holy Light practice easily fulfilled Garin's request.

After the information exchange was completed, Bishop Natalie had dinner with Garin and others, and then they went to rest. After more than half a month of travel, Garin needed a good sleep.

Garin had always felt that the name Natalie Serling sounded familiar, until he was dozing off and about to fall asleep when suddenly an idea struck him and he slammed the bed.

Snapped!

Turayang, who was sleeping on the upper bunk of Garin, had fallen asleep but was awakened by Garin's slap!

"What's wrong, Garin?"

The relationship between Garin and Turalyon was so good that they could even live in the same room with each other. If it was Danas, he would probably stop and say something after being startled by Garin.

"It's okay. You just had a nightmare. Go to sleep, Turalyon."

After comforting Turalyon, Garin lost his sleepiness. He remembered who this female bishop was.

Bishop Natalie, the first shadow priest in human history, created a new school of priests and is the ancestor of all shadow priests.

The reason she was able to become a shadow priest was that after the orcs invaded Azeroth and broke through Stormwind City, she discovered an artifact while investigating the dark spells used by the orc warlocks: Xal'atath, the Blade of the Black Empire!

This is a dagger made from the remains of an ancient god. It has the consciousness of an ancient god and can chat with the user, whispering to the user from time to time.

If this were put in a novel, it would be a perfect template for the protagonist, traveling to another world, with an old grandfather accompanying him, such as Soul Old Man, Medicine Old Man, or Drinkov. The next step is to upgrade step by step and reach the peak of life under the guidance of these big guys who have lost their physical bodies and are in the state of soul.

Routines, all routines, but they are very popular. Jialin enjoyed watching them in his previous life, and he is very excited now.

Natalie did learn the power of Void Shadow from Whisper of the Empire's Blade, which gave the priest amazing attack power. Later, she developed this power of shadow and founded her own school.

It's a pity that the Imperial Blade not only whispered to her, but also whispered to Natalie's followers. Natalie had a noble character and did not fall directly, but her followers were not like that. They were addicted to the power of the Imperial Blade and killed Natalie under the instigation of the whispers.

Compared to the old man who carries her with her, Xal'atath, the Blade of the Dark Empire, is simply a scumbag.

I didn't expect to meet such a tough guy just after arriving in the South.

In a daze, Jialin fell asleep.

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The next morning, the team assembled and the large force set out from North County Farm, heading towards the western fertile plains under the leadership of guide Mark Blade.

The team was running on the main road of Elwynn Forest. As there was already some war clouds in Stormwind Kingdom, they didn't meet many people on the road. Garin walked and looked along the way, trying to find some of the places where he had done missions in his previous life.

To be honest, when Faldir, a descendant of Thoradin, went south, he really found a rich and good place. This land has abundant water veins, including the Stone Tablet Lake in the east, the Mirror Lake and the Crystal Lake in the middle, the West Spring River in the west, and the Elwynn River on the southern border.

These abundant water systems provide a large number of fish, and the Fagodi Mine in the south has an inexhaustible supply of high-quality copper ore. The MacLennan Farm, Stonefield Farm and Blackwell Pumpkin Farm along the Elwyn River provide the people here with abundant grains and vegetables.

The most important thing is that there is a huge valley in the northwest, and the site of Stormwind City is here. This is a place where the dragon rises even better than Mulgore. No wonder after Lordaeron fell from the altar in later generations, Stormwind Kingdom became the dazzling pearl of mankind.

After passing Stonefield Farm and crossing the Mirror Lake Bridge, Garin led the team along the river straight to the southwestern hinterland of the forest, because the guide had just said that there was a tribe of werewolves entrenched in the depths of the forest ahead.

This seemed to remind Garin of something, and his face lit up with interest, so the team turned to this scene.

Four hundred high-ranking knights swept through all creatures in the forest and surrounded a tribe of gnolls called River Claw deep in the forest.

Gnolls are as common in Elwynn Forest as murlocs are in Southshore, and Riverpaw is just one of many gnolls in the forest.

The encirclement was slowly shrinking, and these hundreds of gnolls slowly gathered together. The female gnolls and their cubs were protected behind them by strong males. These males, as warriors in the tribe, were holding simple weapons. They were simply vulnerable in the eyes of the knights on tall horses. I don't know what the prince was in the mood to play tricks on these dirty gnolls?

"Who is Hogg?" Garin released a group arcane wisdom so that his language could be understood by these werewolves.

A half-grown werewolf child pushed aside the male werewolf who was protecting them and walked out. At this time, a wolf hand grabbed him, and the little werewolf did not stop, but pushed away the hand and stood in front of Garin with a firm look.

"Oh ho, ho, ho!"

"Are you Hogg?"

The little Gnoll cub, half the height of a male Gnoll, nodded.

"Follow me, and I will let your people go!"

After Garin finished speaking, he pulled the reins, turned his horse's head, and walked away without looking back. The knights followed Garin and soon, in the forest that was filled with tension just now, there were only gnolls looking at each other in bewilderment.

Little Hogg turned around and looked at his people, very slowly, as if he wanted to engrave each and every one of them into his mind.

Finally, he turned around abruptly and ran in the direction where Jialin and the others had left.

“Roar, roar, roar!”

Behind him were the calls of his tribesmen, which seemed to be trying to keep him, but also like saying goodbye. Little Hogg's vision blurred, he wiped it with his hand, and walked away without looking back.