Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

The battle between Turalyon and Varen was over. Garin originally wanted to leave the low-health orc warlord to the two of them, but seeing that their armor was covered with scars and they were gasping for breath, Garin did not force them to continue.

However, there was no point in keeping the orc commander around. The orc commander also saw his guards being killed, and despair appeared on his ferocious face.

"Lok\u0027tar ogar!"

The orc roared, raised his battle axe and launched a desperate charge towards Garin.

As an old Warcraft fan, Garin understood this sentence: I would rather die than not win!

As a warrior, his determination was respectable, but as an enemy, Garin would not let them go, because just a few minutes ago, they were sabotaging the village and attempting to massacre unarmed human civilians.

Turalyon and Varen were also attracted by the orc's actions and looked over.

Garin jumped up, and the Tokalar in his hand passed over the orc's neck. After landing, Garin shook off the blood on the sword handsomely and put it back into the scabbard behind his back.

The orc commander was injured in the vitals and stood still for a moment. Blood gushed out like a broken water pipe. He covered his wound with his right hand, trying to stop the bleeding, then staggered forward two steps and fell to the ground.

The battle is over! The orcs at the peak of the seventh level are not even qualified to have their souls absorbed by the Altar of Kings.

Garin walked up to Turalyon and Valen and carefully checked their injuries. They were not serious, just some minor abrasions and a few dents on the armor. There was even a scratch on the right side of Valen's chest armor, and the armor was almost broken.

"How do you feel?" Jialin asked about their condition.

"It's OK. I can continue."

"This orc is so strong, I almost got killed!" Varen is older than Turalyon and a little stronger, so he was a little arrogant and underestimated his enemy just now. After all, when he sparred with his father's guards before, everyone gave in to him. This battle made him realize who he is.

"There are many warriors of this strength in the orc army. You must be careful in future battles!" Garin's impression of Valen was limited to the Warcraft movie. After being surrounded by orcs, he fought back hard, but was finally pierced through the chest by Blackhand's sharp claws, and then thrown in front of Lothar. It was simply tragic.

Next, Garin and Turalyon worked together to clear out the orcs in the village. Soon, the troops regrouped and the village had been cleaned up.

He first came to the west entrance of the village and found that there was only a small force of orcs here. They should be the defensive force to attack the scattered Gran Village. They left a hundred knights here, and Garin turned his horse around.

"Let's go to the east entrance of the village!" Garin wanted to go to the East Village to see if the orcs' offensive had been contained by Danas and Gavinrad.

A fierce battle was going on at the defense line at the entrance of the village. Just half an hour ago, the militiamen fighting against the orcs were already at a disadvantage. The orcs fought more and more fiercely, and there were already several loopholes in the battle line. Some orcs had already rushed into the village.

Just when the soldiers were struggling to hold on and thought that the defense line would collapse at the next moment, Danas and Gavinrad arrived with the knights. The morale of the militia could not help but be boosted. They shouted loudly and regained their spirits to fight back against the orcs' attack.

The defense line was stabilized, and because of the high-level combat power of the knights and the crushing of the heavy knights over the orc warriors, the situation even showed a tendency to reverse.

When Garin arrived at the entrance of the village, Danas and Gavinrad were killing people everywhere.

These two were veterans of the battlefield. Danas and the trolls had been confronting each other on the border for ten years and had rich combat experience.

Gavinrad was not weak either. He followed the Iron Horse Brotherhood led by Lothar to encircle and suppress the gnolls, murlocs, and kobolds in Stormwind Kingdom. He even had several battles with the jungle trolls in Stranglethorn Vale. He was also able to handle the orcs with ease.

Seeing that the situation on his side had stabilized, Garin began to observe the orc troops.

The flag hung by this orc army was an abstract eye with blood dripping from it. There were about a thousand of them.

"Blood Ring Clan!"

After some thought, Jialin guessed the power represented by the flag.

As an orc clan living in Tanaan Jungle, they are closest to the Dark Portal, so it is normal for them to be the first to arrive in Azeroth.

I just don't know who the opposing warlords are. Garin only knows two of them: their chieftain, Kilrogg Deadeye, and Yorin Deadeye of Nagrand.

No matter who the visitors are, it is time to end this battle. The militia in Gran Village suffered heavy casualties. Many wounded need treatment and the people need comfort.

"Follow me!"

Garin turned around and spoke to Turalyon and Valen, then Garin squeezed the horse's belly and the horse began to speed up. Turalyon and Valen quickly followed, followed by a hundred knights.

Rumble!

The charge of hundreds of heavily armored knights made a huge noise, directly crossed the defense line of the exit, and knocked away several orc soldiers who were desperate to intercept them.

Led by Garin, this torrent of steel headed straight for the flag of the Bleeding Hollow Clan.

Generally, where the battle flag is, there is the commander. This is to let the fighting soldiers know where the commander is and to help stabilize morale.

The orcs' battle flag was guarded by only a few hundred orc warriors. Most of the soldiers had been sent out to attack Gran Village. After all, it was just a small human village, and the commander was not afraid of anyone raiding his camp.

The orc commander reacted quickly, and dozens of orcs holding huge shields came to the front of the team, trying to block the cavalry's charge.

clang!

Garin swung his sword, knocked away a flying javelin, and continued to charge.

When approaching the front line of orcs, he infused holy light into the warhorse under his crotch and at the same time activated the wrath of vengeance. The wings made of holy light spread out behind him, looking very cool.

In a word, just pretend and it's done.

The bright light attracted everyone's attention, including Gavinrad who was fighting at the entrance of the village.

Garin took out a shield from his bag, then replaced his long sword with a one-handed hammer. When he was five meters away from the orc shield formation, he took advantage of the increase in the wrath of revenge and swung the shield in his hand with all his strength.

Avengers Shield!

After the shield hit an orc holding the shield, it bounced back and forth between several orcs around it, and finally flew back into Garin's hands.

At this moment, Garin felt that he was the incarnation of Captain America.

The full-strength attack of the ninth-rank warrior was amplified by the wrath of revenge. These orc soldiers could not withstand it and all vomited blood and fell to the ground. It seemed that they had lost the battle and were seriously injured if not dead.

At the same time, a gap appeared in the orcs' shield formation!