Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"Lead the way, Hogg!"

Garin chose to trust Hogg's nose and let him lead the way, while being fully alert to prevent any sneak attacks by unknown creatures.

After passing a new tunnel entrance, there were new tracks and mine carts inside, and the excavation marks on the tunnel walls were also slightly newer.

It was not easy to move forward in the tunnel. In order to avoid being discovered by possible orc ogres, Garin controlled the holy light of illumination to the smallest range, and could only see about one meter ahead.

Be careful to avoid the stones and pickaxes thrown randomly on the ground to ensure that you don't make too much noise to alert the enemy.

After turning countless turns and passing through countless forks in the road, Garin and his companions did not encounter any forks in the road for a long time.

Garin guessed that they had entered the replica of the Death Mine in later generations.

After walking for a while, a slightly larger cave appeared. Hogg stopped moving forward sensitively, and Garin immediately extinguished the holy light illumination spell in his hand.

In this environment, the gnolls who possess some animal characteristics are more clever than themselves. They have a keen sense of smell and better hearing.

"Master, there are creatures fighting ahead!"

Garin listened attentively and indeed heard the faint sound of weapons colliding and the desperate roar.

Signaling the knights to stay on guard, Garin cast invisibility on himself and Hogg, then slowly moved forward. After turning a corner, he saw two groups of people fighting fiercely in a large cave.

One of the parties was a fat man over three meters tall, with pink skin, bare upper body, and a big belly. He was swinging a big wooden stick and beating up several orcs.

The skin color of these orcs was very strange, neither brown nor green, but similar to black ink with a stubborn green added.

The orcs of the Blackrock Clan are the only ones with this peculiar color. Their traditional black skin is stained green after being contaminated by fel energy.

How did the two sides start fighting? Theoretically, the two sides should be in the same group. As far as Garen knew, the large orc army invading Azeroth brought a lot of native races of Draenor, and the ogres were one of them.

Several Blackrock orcs were outnumbered and had their heads smashed by the ogres' large wooden clubs inlaid with iron nails. They then pulled the corpses by their hind legs and walked deeper into the mine.

After ordering Hogg to return to the knights, Garin continued to follow in stealth.

Ogres are the native race of Draenor, and their origin is similar to the Iron Vrykul of Azeroth, which degenerated into Flesh Vrykul and humans. Ogres are the product of Gronn degenerating into Ogron and then degenerating again.

It is said that orcs are the degeneration of ogres, and later ogres continued to enslave the orcs, so the two sides were enemies, but later when Draenor entered the countdown to destruction, the two sides invaded Azeroth together.

What's the matter with this Hope Mine? Isn't it far away from the border and located in the heart of the Western Fertile Plains? How come it is so crowded with humans, ogres, and orcs?

Damn, these ogres are so unhygienic that they dragged the Blackrock orc's corpse on the ground, leaving a long bloodstain. The bloody smell made Garin nauseous.

Fortunately, they soon stopped at the next large cave. The leading ogre threw the corpse into the corner of the cave, and it was unknown whether he disposed of it or kept it as food.

At this time, Garin vaguely heard the ogres talking. Without hesitation, he cast an Arcane Wisdom, sprinkled some odorless powder, strengthened his stealth, and walked into the cave.

"Are they father's pursuers, Laxzo?" a deep female voice asked.

"Yes, mistress, they are scouts from Blackrock." The ogre named Laxor answered, but he rubbed his head naively and continued:

"But Laxor felt that they were not looking for us. They looked very surprised to see me and my people here, and they were not prepared for us. We attacked them by surprise first and ended the battle successfully."

"Aren't you coming to find us? Will my cruel father-in-law let Griselda and me go?" Another ogre, who seemed to be the leader, had a weak breath and must have been injured. However, judging from the situation, Garin guessed that his previous strength should have been quite high.

"Turok, my dear, do you remember the wave of humans we met a few months ago?" The deep female voice appeared again and told Garin the information he was interested in. He stretched his head and took a look, and was stunned.

What was going on? In the firelit cave, Garin saw a dark-brown-skinned female orc leaning on the shoulder of the injured ogre.

Oh my, the picture is so beautiful, I really want to wash my eyes!

Hurry up and turn your head back, just listen to the sound, don't peek.

The weak voice of the ogre leader Turok sounded again: "Is it that bald human? That damn guy is quite strong and hurt me badly, but he is not easy to please either. My axe was enough for him to bear."

"Honey, don't be angry. We have blocked them in the deepest part of the mine. The old man is seriously injured. Without the help of healing professions, it will not be easy for him to recover. When you get better, we will kill them all!" The female orc named Saida's voice was full of resentment.

"His followers are quite powerful, otherwise they would all be killed by me and my tribesmen, and there would be no chance to hurt the leader!" The silly voice of Lakzo argued at the beginning.

After hearing this, Garin had obtained all the information he needed, and he reconstructed what had happened in the mine.

Sir Lothar led his followers to track down the thieves. After entering the mine, they encountered the eloped daughter of the Blackrock Orc Chieftain and her adulterer, the ogre Turok. After a battle, both sides were injured. Sir Lothar retreated deep into the mine, while the ogres stopped deep in the mine.

The previous wave of Blackrock scouts came to support the thieves, but they did not expect to encounter betrayal by the ogres. These scouts did not have enough information and thought they were their own people, and ended up losing their lives.

Wow, the daughter of the Horde chieftain Blackhand Blackhand eloped with an ogre, this plot is amazing!

However, this is not impossible to happen. After all, there is such a clan in Draenor, called the Mok'Nathal clan, which is a hybrid of orcs and ogres. The later orc hero, Rexxar, was from this clan.

Wow, a forbidden love that transcends race, a thousand-year-old feud, spanning time, from Draenor to Azeroth, and across the world.

Wonderful.

Garin slowly retreated back to the knights, and at the same time, through the connection of the Heart of Origin, he called on the knights in the other nine teams to gather towards him quickly.

Are you kidding? There were at least a hundred ogres in the cave just now. Am I going to rush in with a team of six people?