Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"Damn it! Damn Azerothians!"

Angry curses echoed throughout the underground palace.

"This disgusting trap, these annoying monsters!"

This was the nth time that Prince Markzar had roared in anger.

When entering this dungeon, which was a dark temple for demons, he brought in a total of 500 personal guards, in addition to leaving sufficient troops to guard the gate.

After sacrificing the lives of nearly a hundred demons, Prince Markzar and his companions finally passed through the long corridor at the entrance and the underground palace guarded by many powerful monsters.

Under the traps in the passage and the attacks of monsters hiding in the darkness, they finally approached the outskirts of the desecrated temple.

A huge dark green steel door blocked their way forward.

The magic runes on the door seemed to have lost their effect.

A team of demon guards put away their double-edged axes, raised their strong arms and began to push the iron gate.

The door slowly opened, and the demons, sensing their master's urgency, rushed in.

But what greeted them was a huge mace falling from the sky, and a dozen angry guards were smashed to death instantly.

This mace is the arm of a mechanical creature. It is huge in size, and the most conspicuous feature is the dark red container on its chest, which is filled with red liquid and emits a strong bloody smell.

Markzal was furious at the moment, and the appearance of the mechanical creature became his outlet. He raised his hand and bombarded it with a fel spell.

As a talented new generation of the Eredar, he had already emerged and was valued by the Triumvirate before Sargeras arrived in Argus.

After embracing the fel energy, he was completely different from before. A single fel energy arrow could directly shatter a mechanical creature weighing dozens of tons.

The core of the repelled mechanical creature roared and shook, as if it was enraged.

"You dare to challenge me? You are courting death!"

The mechanical sound surprised Markzaar. This mechanical creation actually had intelligence. This reminded him of the Eredar's former technology: the heavy-duty construct.

Those powerful mechanical giants contain the souls of great Draenei warriors and serve as the eternal guardians of Argus to defend the Eredar civilization.

Could it be that the same is true inside this mechanical creature?

"What the hell are you!"

Markzal asked a soul-searching question.

"I am the God of Thunder! The King of Kings, the God of Gods!"

It turns out that he was once a tyrant of the Mogu people. After being defeated by Garin, he was sealed in the Mogu's mental energy golem.

However, Markzaar had never heard of the Mogu, let alone the story of Thor.

"You ants, dare to block the Legion's path? Turn into ashes in my wrath!"

The anima golem Thor was equally unwilling to be outdone: "Son of Will! Activate!"

In the corners of the underground palace, the neatly arranged small golems were instantly awakened and launched an attack on the demons at the door.

"Purge them!"

Malchezaar glanced disdainfully at the big guy opposite him and gave a casual order.

He didn't care about the mere lump of iron at all. He had to find the most precious body in the underground palace as soon as possible and then bring it back to Lord Kil'jaeden to claim his reward.

Perhaps the body that Sargeras casually created, which has only one-tenth of his energy, is a supreme treasure for those evil energy users below the true gods.

Just as Archimonde set his sights on Nordrassil, the world tree that contained the vast energy of the Well of Eternity, Kil'jaeden also found his opportunity to break through to become a true god.

An hour later, the arrogant Thor had died again, and he and his brothers became a pile of scrap metal.

As a result, there were only a few dozen angry guards left around him.