Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

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Still in the royal palace training ground of Stromgarde Royal City, Garin was sparring with his old father. The two men were fighting with swords flashing and sabers flying, and it was a lively fight.

In today's human world, if Lothar is the ceiling of combat power, then Solas is the suspended ceiling below the ceiling, firmly occupying the second position, which is something that even Llane Wrynn and Genn Greymay, who are also kings, cannot catch up with.

On the first day of the new year, Garin returned to the royal city of Stromgarde to celebrate the New Year with his father whom he had not seen for a long time. When Solas saw Garin, he keenly discovered that his son's strength had improved by leaps and bounds and had already broken through to the legendary level!

This shocked Solas. This talent was simply a demon. It took Garin seven or eight years to reach the threshold of a high-level warrior from the beginning of martial arts, and it took Garin less than five years to reach the most difficult barrier from high-level to legendary level. He was a legend at the age of seventeen!

Solas was very relieved. If he was no longer around in the future, with Garin's age and strength, he could at least guarantee the peace of the Kingdom of Stromgarde for another fifty or sixty years. Legendary combat power would be the mainstay of a kingdom!

When Solas learned that Galen's mentor Gandalf had broken through to the legendary level, he was extremely excited. You see, Stormwind Kingdom had both Medivh and Lothar before, so for a while it was catching up with the strongest Lordaeron.

Now, with the two legendary figures of the Trollbane family, father and son, plus the existence of Gandalf, Stromgarde has three legends. Solas felt that he must go to the Trollbane family cemetery tomorrow to pay homage to his ancestors.

If the old father knew that Garin had a legendary paladin and the king of the hill under his command, would he faint from excitement?

"Okay, Garin, let's stop here today!" Solas's battle axe blocked Garin's sword, then he spoke to end today's sparring and put away his battle axe.

Garen took a look at the put away battle axe, Trollbane's Axe, an epic weapon. After the fall of Stromgarde in the original time and space, this weapon ended up in Zul'Aman, the main city of the forest trolls.

"You're still thinking about my axe now that you have Tokal? Don't you prefer using a long sword?" Solas noticed Garin's gaze and then teased.

"Father, my taste has not changed. I still like to use a long sword." When Garin said this, he thought of Tokalar that was broken into two pieces. He felt a little uneasy. This is the ancestral sword. Will my father beat me to death?

"Tell me, what's the situation in the south like? Can Llane defend Stormwind City?" Solas placed his battle axe on the weapon rack and called Garin to sit down in the corridor.

"Stormwind City cannot be defended, father." Garin did not even think about it and answered his father's question directly. "Stormwind City's fall is only a matter of time. The difference is how much strength Stormwind Kingdom chooses to preserve!"

Are you kidding? The orcs are an invasion of an entire race. Garin deduced that there were at least 300,000 orcs in the Swamp of Sorrows. Excluding the weak laborers, there were at least 200,000 orcs capable of fighting. Based on the casualty ratio of one to three between orc soldiers and human soldiers, it would take at least 600,000 troops to defeat the orcs. This was no longer a matter for the Storm Kingdom alone. In the case of Garin hiding his incompetence, the entire intelligent race of the East Continent had to unite.

"The orcs are truly a disaster for the human kingdom!" Solas also had sources of information in the south, but his advisors analyzed the intelligence from the royal spies and concluded that Stormwind Kingdom had a vast territory, and had two legendary warriors, Lothar and Medivh, in charge. King Llane was also a wise man, so there was a possibility of victory!

Unfortunately, the royal spies of Stromgarde are not good enough, or it is the same for all human countries at this stage. Which rogue or assassin dares to spy on Karazhan?

Do you think the mass grave behind Karazhan is not lively enough? Do you want to add some dead souls to the mass grave? Regarding this aspect of the business, Dalaran said they are very experienced.

As for the orcs, the assassins of the Shadow Council are no pushovers either. Once they are caught, with the warlocks around, they will be stuck in a dilemma.

Therefore, unless Duke Jorachi of Ravenholdt Manor goes in person to obtain the detailed information about Karazhan and the orcs, whoever goes will die!

Without knowing the orcs' military strength and the individual combat capabilities of their warriors, and no one knowing that Medivh was corrupted and controlled by Sargeras, any war results deduced out of thin air are unreliable.

As an experienced king, Solas had noticed this long ago, so he asked Garin who was involved in the situation in the south.

"Do you have any suggestions for comparison, my son?"

"I think the kingdom should withdraw all personnel south of Sador Haixia, including caravans and stronghold guards, and send a large army to station at the strait to guard the Sador Bridge!"

"That's no problem. I will withdraw the guards from the bridge and notify the nobles to withdraw the caravan!" Solas had no objection to this.

"Send messengers to warn the dwarven kingdoms in the mountains of Dun Morogh, and the Wildhammer dwarves of Northron, and warn them to prepare as well."

"Well, we and Ironforge are friendly neighbors, as we should."

"Send an army to aid Stormwind Kingdom. This is what Sir Lothar and I have discussed. I suggest sending General Amor to lead the Red Flame Legion to the south!"

"Lortha? The blood of Thoradin!" Solas murmured to himself. As a Trollbane, although he has been independent for hundreds of years, as a descendant of the old master to whom his ancestors were loyal, his feelings are still quite complicated. After all, Arathi Highlands is the homeland of the Arathor Empire, and the royal city of Stromgarde was also the capital of the empire back then.

"That's right, Lothar, the Storm Lion!"

"I agree with you, send Amor to the south!"

Giving timely assistance is always more meaningful than adding icing on the cake. Solas is very clear about this, not to mention that he is going to assist Lothar.

Then Garen gave Solas a detailed account of the important clans of the orcish forces and their leaders and chieftains. The Seven Heroes of Draenor represented seven legendary levels. Even if Durotan and Blackhand, who was about to die in a duel during Orgrim's seizure of power, were dead, there were still five, not to mention the warlock assassins of the Shadow Council.

"The above is the strength of the orcs who entered Azeroth. They are the legendary warlock who united with the orcs after the corruption of the guardian Medivh. They opened the portal in the Swamp of Sorrows, connecting Azeroth and Draenor, the orcs' hometown. However, with the death of Medivh, this dark portal for teleportation temporarily does not have enough energy to open!"

"That is to say, what we need to deal with are the 300,000 orcs that entered in front!" Solas directly grasped the implication of Garin's words.

"That's true, but even so, it's not easy to do, especially since the orc army is likely to replace a wise leader with strong military talent!"

"He is more rational and wiser. Under his command, the orcs will no longer charge forward mindlessly like before!"

Garen was not exaggerating. Compared with the puppet Blackhand Blackhand and Gul'dan who only pursued power and did not care about the lives of his people, a commander like Orgrim who cared about the future of the orcs was more convincing to the people, more able to unite the people, and more difficult to deal with.

"It is imperative to form an alliance, father. After Stormwind falls, Ironforge and us will be the first to bear the brunt. Ironforge is a fortress city built by hollowing out the mountains. As long as they have enough food and hide in the mountains, they can sleep soundly. By then, the Sador Bridge will surely become a meat grinder of war!"

"I agree with forming an alliance. Terenas of Lordaeron will not put up any resistance. Antonidas and Daelin Proudmoore are also wise men. The ones most likely to refuse are Genn of Gilneas and the coward of Alterac!"

When Solas mentioned King Aiden of Alterac, he gritted his teeth in anger. In his eyes, Aiden, a weakling in combat, was just a profiteer and had no qualifications to be king!

"Daelin and I have some influence over Genn. We can ask Terenas to deal with Aiden! Ironforge will not refuse to join. The only thing left is the High Elves. We can ask Lord Lothar to come forward and demand that the High Elves fulfill the covenant as a descendant of Emperor Thoradin!"

Solas has been king for decades. Although he is more interested in military affairs, he is not lacking in political means and can think of various solutions in an instant.

"Father, Prince Kael'thas has promised Sir Lothar that they will fulfill the covenant. We can win over not only the Bronzebeard dwarves of Ironforge, but also the Wildhammer dwarves. I have already negotiated with the Thorium Brotherhood among the Dark Iron dwarves. They will send a group of excellent craftsmen to help us solve the problem of weapons and equipment!"

Garin had a look on his face as if he was seeking credit, because because of his intervention, the High Elves would not be like in the original time and space where only Aurelia Windrunner came with a team of rangers to participate in the Orc War, which was really too shabby.

Garen once thought that if the Sun King was unable to overcome opposition and fulfill the alliance he made with Emperor Thoradin, he would sit back and watch the orcs burn the forests in southern Quel'Thalas and would not help them in the future until the high elves lost more than half of their population and suffered from magic addiction, and then help Kael'thas clean up the mess. But by then, he would no longer regard the blood elves as an equal ally!

After discussing with his father, Garen obtained his permission to transfer Amor back from the Barrens and head directly to Stormwind City.

Afterwards, Omar and his five legions and Varokar's Knights were also transferred back to the Holy White City, leaving only the Gale, Thunder, Rock and Raging Tide legions to garrison in the Northern Barrens. In order to save himself from the fear of insufficient troops, Garin specially selected 30,000 infantry and 20,000 musketeers from the remaining more than 100,000 soldiers and sent them to the Crusader Fortress!

The army of Stromgarde, led by Marshal Oslet, sent the First and Second Legions to block the bridge across the Sardor Strait. Danas also received the order and will lead the militia south. The Wall of Thoradin will be under the charge of the remaining three regular legions and the Royal Knights of the Highlands led by Lady Amaren.

Harmon Kaven, the business director, was transferred back by Garin. He will be responsible for contacting Baron Sangunar sent by Kael'thas to discuss trade matters.

At the same time, Garin also formed a fleet, mainly consisting of a large number of transport ships and escort battleships, to transport food to Stormwind City.

The raid on Karazhan was successful, but the defense line of Stone Lake was breached in the fierce offensive of the orcs. Commander Duke Bolvar was seriously injured, and countless elite troops of Stormwind were killed and wounded. The remaining troops could only retreat to Goldshire. Fortunately, Llane wisely transferred the civilians living in the Elwynn area to Stormwind in advance.

However, they lost a large amount of grain-producing land in Elwynn Forest, and the output of the Western Fertile Plains alone could not meet the needs of hundreds of thousands of people in Stormwind. The huge food gap made Lothar and Llane worried. In order to make Stormwind City stronger, Garen not only sent troops but also sent food. Anyway, Lothar said, it should be put on Llane's account!

No matter what, Garin saved Ryan's life!

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Outside of Goldshire, beside Crystal Lake, a large army of orcs is stationed here. Ever since they defeated Stormwind's elite troops last time, they have been chasing the remnants all the way westward, and finally their forces were blocked outside of Goldshire!

The reason was simple. Lothar returned to Stormwind when the situation was serious. He immediately gathered the army in Stormwind, as well as a large number of noble private soldiers and young civilians who hurriedly took up weapons, and urgently deployed defenses in Goldshire.

Fifty ivory towers were placed by Lothar on the outskirts of Goldshire. After a few minutes, they became six or seven meter high sentry posts. More than a dozen crossbows were placed facing the east. After leaving behind hundreds of corpses, the orcs temporarily retreated and re-established camp at Crystal Lake, facing Goldshire from afar!

At this moment, outside the chief's tent of the Crystal Lake Camp, there were three circles inside and three circles outside surrounded by orc warriors, and in the open space in the center of the circle, two tall and strong orcs were fighting!

That’s right, fighting!

To be precise, the two orcs are performing a sacred orc ritual: the Magora Duel!

This is a life-and-death duel, meaning "honor duel", a one-on-one challenge between orcs for glory or status.

This kind of duel enjoys the highest rights in the orc tribe. The duel is sacred in the hearts of the orcs. No one can stop it and has no right to stop it. The winner can get everything he can get from the loser, such as the loser's rights, wealth, slaves, etc.

There are still some rules, for example, neither side can wear any armor, they are only allowed to carry one weapon, and spells cannot be used!

This kind of duel to the death, tradition says that if an orc refuses this life-and-death challenge, he will be considered dishonorable and expelled from the clan.

There is only one outcome for losers, and that is death!

At this moment, one of the orcs on the field had brown skin, obviously having never drunk the blood of the devil.

The other one was a green-skinned orc with demonic spikes all over his back. He was the chieftain of the tribe: Blackhand!