Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"Sir Lothar, may I request assistance for the team from Gran Village to be led by Gavinrad?" Garin seized the opportunity and revealed his true intention, laughing in his heart!

"This is a small problem, Garin. I will arrange for Gavinrad and Windsor to lead a team each to assist you!" Lothar already had an idea in mind and directly agreed to Garin's request.

The banquet was over, and Garen and the paladins got up and left Stormwind Fortress. They would return to the camp at Mirror Lake and wait for Lothar's men to join them.

On the platform on the third floor of Storm Fortress, Lothar and Llane quietly watched the backs of the paladins leaving.

"Lion, why did you agree to let them go to the border? If anything happens to them, we won't be able to explain to Stromgarde and Lordaeron." Lothar asked his good friend.

"This is a great opportunity. Since my father, Stormwind City has been estranged from the northern countries. This time, I have a feeling that the orcs are a huge threat. I want to contact the north and form a powerful alliance to deal with them!"

Llane told him about his plan. When his father was in power, Stormwind encountered an unprecedented crisis: the werewolves besieged the city. The old king asked the northern kingdoms for help, but none of these northern brother kingdoms came to help. Finally, the old king led his troops alone and took the risk to kill the leaders of the various werewolf tribes, thus resolving the crisis.

From then on, Stormwind City entered a glorious era. The people had full confidence in the royal family, and the whole country united in entering an era of great development.

The Storm Kingdom also gradually became estranged from the northern kingdoms, with an attitude of "yesterday you ignored me, today I will make you out of my reach".

The orc crisis, coupled with Llane's sight of these young talents in the north, especially Garen of Stromgarde and the four hundred high-level knights, woke him up from his dream of the Stormwind Kingdom's growing national strength.

"Lothar, put Valen in the team heading to Gran Village, and send more experienced Iron Horse Knights to both sides."

"No problem, Ryan, I will go to the tower on the top of the mountain in person. You can support Gran Village to the south and go straight to Lakeside Town to the east!" Seeing that his good friend attached so much importance to the northern ally, Sir Lothar decided to go there himself to ensure that everything would go well.

"Thank you for your support, my brother! It's a pity that we can't contact Medivh, otherwise he can solve this crisis alone!"

After saying this, Ryan and Lothar looked at each other in silence and sighed.

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On the other hand, Garin and his team did not leave the city immediately, but chose to wander around Stormwind City for a while.

Uther and his companions wanted to experience the customs of the South, while Garen wanted to see Stormwind City before the First War. After all, one less sight is one less.

After traveling for half a day, Garen felt that the Stormwind Kingdom, which was at the end of the pioneering era, had grown in national strength far faster than Stromgarde's revival in recent years. With the rich land of Elwynn Forest and the Western Plains, one could make a fortune by planting anything.

Moreover, there are many gold mines on these two lands, including the Fagodi Mine, the Jade Mine, the Jangrod Mine, the Gold Coast Mine and the Hope Mine, which make the gold reserves of the Stormwind treasury astonishing.

Stormwind City has money, food and people. If the arrival of the orcs had not disrupted Stormwind City's development momentum, it would not be impossible for it to surpass Lordaeron and become the number one human country in the next few decades.

It was dark, and the paladins reluctantly left the city and returned to the camp at Mirror Lake. Omar and his men had built the camp very well. More than a hundred ogres were quietly tied up in a corner of the camp near the lake, and fifty knights were guarding them.

Uther and the others returned to the tent to rest, while Galen walked towards the ogre alone.

Turok and his Blackrock orc mistress Griselda are snuggling in the center of a group of ogres. Emma, ​​the picture is too beautiful to look at. A beautiful beast and a wild beast?

The average height of an ogre is over three meters, and the female orc is about two meters. He can tolerate the height, but the difference in size between you is too big, it's like putting a 2.5-liter can of Coke and a 500-ml can of Coke together!

"What do you think? Do you want to surrender to me?" Garin used his arcane wisdom to persuade the ogre leader to surrender.

"What can you give me? Human?" Turok is not a stubborn ogre. From the fact that he can become a wizard among the ogres with just a head, and the fact that he can hook up with Chief Blackrock, the daughter of the current tribal chief, as their sworn enemy, it can be seen that he is an extraordinary ogre.

"I can give you a new home on another continent. There are no enemies taller than you. You can live in peace without worrying about being hunted by Blackhand and Gul'dan!" Garin gave his conditions directly. He believed that this wise chief was a demon who knew how to adapt to the times.

"I surrender!"

In the end, this ogre tribe named Wogul chose to pledge allegiance to Garin. This was inevitable, otherwise what awaited them was only the death of their leader and the scattering of the tribe, with some living in the Sunshine Forest and some remaining in the Death Mines.

The next thing was easy. Garin notified Gandalf to teleport to the camp, and then brought all the more than 120 ogres back to Friendship Port, letting them temporarily live in the Sweetwater Oasis near the Howling Caves in the north of the Thornback Boar's territory.

The next day, the Stormwind team arrived at Garin's camp. There were also 400 knights, and their movements were in unison. They were obviously elite.

The team was led by Gavinrad Doom and Reginald Windsor, but Garin saw Lothar's son, Valen Lothar, among the knights.

Tsk tsk, Lothar is really generous, sending even his own son to the front line.

Valen just turned eighteen this year. His mother died early, and he grew up under the training and care of his father. After he became an adult, he chose to serve in the army, hoping to become a great man like his father.

As for his strength, it's not bad, he has just stepped into the threshold of high level. However, Garin felt that he should have been growing up under the wings of his father, with a very immature face, just like himself before, never leaving Stromgarde and practicing hard at home.

"Oh, you are here! Gavin, Reggie, good morning, we meet again!" Garin greeted the two of them warmly. As for these two people with noble character, he wanted to make friends with them from the bottom of his heart.

Of course, there are also corners that need to be dug.

"Good morning, Prince Garin, good morning everyone!" Gavinrad and Windsor dismounted and walked into the camp, greeting everyone.

"Are you ready? When do we leave?"

"We are ready and waiting for you to lead the way. Danath, Turalyon and I will go with you to Gran Village, Uther, Dathrohan and Tirion to Lakeside Town of Regi."

This was the team that was assigned last night. The fifty-eight paladins were divided according to the regions. Those from Arathi followed Garen, and those from Lordaeron followed Uther. The four hundred knights were divided into two teams, each with half of the priests and wizards.

Move in ready, Target Glen Village!