Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Garin looked calm, without changing Garona's expression as he looked at his stupid teammates, and began to clean up the battlefield.

Sometimes Garin wondered if I didn't have the aura of a lord. When other people's aura of a lord was revealed, capable ministers and generals came to pay their respects, but why were all of them Gandalf and Garona here?

Gandalf still refuses to listen to his long staff in one hand and a big sword in the other. As a wizard, how can you be a good Yamai if you don’t have proficient sword skills?

And Garona, she was always reluctant to wear the Bloodfang suit, saying that the orc's outfit was more in line with her wild beauty...

The only thing that made Garin feel relieved was Khadgar who was recuperating in the White City. He was cursed with aging twice. After Garin used the water from the Fountain of Life many times to treat him, his curse had been alleviated to a certain extent.

But his hair and beard could not be restored and remained white. The curse was not only for the body, but also for the soul.

Garen persuaded Khadgar to grow a long beard, telling him that older mages were more likely to gain the trust of the public and that mages with white beards were a symbol of knowledge and wisdom. At the same time, he asked him to practice swordsmanship, under the pretext of strengthening his body and adapting to his cursed body.

Gandalf's dual-wielding melee mage didn't work, so Garen decided to change his training target. Khadgar, who was the same age as him, was a good candidate. He didn't have much experience, but he was obedient and easy to persuade!

Khadgar said, isn't it just an extra one-handed sword? As long as the Fountain of Life can supply it, let alone a one-handed sword, even if you give me a longbow, I, Khadgar, dare to call myself a human ranger!

The battle report of the ambush on Sylvanas came out. The Farstriders left more than 300 corpses, while the Troll Raiders lost more than 100 people and 200 were injured.

"Tastingo, is this the fighting power of you trolls? You have three times the number of elves to fight in an ambush, and yet you get beaten like this?" Garin bluntly expressed his disappointment to Tastingo.

"Master, their Ranger General is too powerful. The difference in strength is too great. Our recovery ability and numbers cannot make up for the lack of strength. It is our incompetence!"

Tasdin Gou was also helpless. He was the strongest among the three thousand trolls, but he was at least two or three levels lower than Sylvanas or Halduron. If the others kept their distance and they had enough arrows and ammunition, it was hard to say how many of the team he led could survive.

Garin also reacted and realized that this troll army was brought together by himself to make up the numbers, with the purpose of making the high elves mistakenly believe that the orcs and trolls had formed an alliance.

In fact, their strength is only good enough to deal with ordinary human armies, but they do lack high-end combat power against elite Farstrider rangers. If Garona and he could tie down Sylvanas and Halduron at the beginning, Tastingo and the others would be able to do a better job of killing the ranger troops.

"Well, let's put this matter behind us. As long as you are loyal enough, I will grant you strength that surpasses your former clan leader!"

Increasing the strength of Tastingo is one aspect. Garin is already considering whether he can poach the Darkspear tribe from Stranglethorn Vale and lure them to the Western Continent. Their tribe has many talented people.

The death toll of the high elves and trolls was only four or five hundred. This time they did not need to be sent to Aragorn for resurrection. Garen personally resurrected them all.

As Garin's strength increased, he became more proficient in the use of Holy Light skills. Not only did the trolls come back to life, but they also recovered from their injuries. The elves only pulled their souls back to their original bodies and barely healed their fatal injuries. The huge amount of blood loss made them still weak and even dying.

Garin wanted to give them the illusion that they were only seriously injured and captured.

Faced with Garin's ability to bring the dead back to life, the members of the Troll Raid Team, led by Tastingo, knelt down. Even the great god Rezan could not snatch so many dead lives back from the hands of death at once. What a terrifying power!

The loyalty of Tastingo and the troll raiders suddenly reached its peak, and they even founded a new sect in Isengard in the later period, worshipping their Holy Spirit Lord, His Majesty Galen.

After a brief confrontation with Sylvanas, Garen decided not to go to Sunsail Harbor. The High Elf Kingdom already knew of the existence of their invading force, and their high-ranking officials would never allow them to continue to attack their important trading center to the north.

So now we must hurry up and take down the Golden Mist Village, and then run away. Based on Garen's understanding of Sylvanas, this strong woman will definitely hold a grudge, and she might even go back to ask for help.

Soon after crossing the river, the Golden Mist Village appeared in front of them. Thanks to thousands of years of infrastructure construction by the high elves and the paths cleared by the roots, Garin and his companions were able to gallop along the official road in a swagger.

Jinwu Village is the largest village in the northwest of the Ghost Land. The reason why Garin chose this place is because it is quite special. This village has a large number of low-level nobles and is a gathering place composed of many small families.

For example, Baron Sanguinar's hometown is here. As an adviser to Kael'thas, he was sent to the White City to serve as an officer of the coalition army. Garin had figured out his background a long time ago and also knew the special nature of the Golden Mist Village.

At this moment, the Golden Mist Village was on high alert. Because of the existence of the Sunwell, most of the High Elves' nobles would choose the noble and elegant profession of mage, so they built many mage towers and arcane laboratories in the Golden Mist Village. From the remote contact point of the mage tower, they had already learned in advance that there were enemies roaming in the Ghost Land.

Looking at the magnificent buildings of Golden Mist Village and the shining top of the Mage Tower, Garin felt a headache. The defense was a bit too strong. Even the Wolf Riders with excellent mobility would be shot into pieces before they could even get close.

What should I do?

Little Zhuge Jialin began to turn his little head rapidly.

Ding!

There was a flash of lightning in my mind, and a prompt sound seemed to ring in my ears.

Garin caught this wave of inspiration, then went over it in his mind and completed a plan.

Garen called Garona over, and then selected dozens of high-level Root and Troll Raiders, and then spent money to buy a wave of spells from Guardian Medivh.

As night fell, the sky darkened.

A group of rangers dressed as Far Travelers were fleeing in a panic. They appeared in the open space between Golden Mist Village and the forest.

As they fled towards Jinwu Village, they did not forget to shoot arrows behind them. However, perhaps because they had run out of energy, their attacks were inaccurate.

Soon, giant wolves rushed out of the forest one after another, with burly green-skinned orcs sitting on the giant wolves. They waved their swords, let out deafening roars, and chased the remnants of the defeated troops in front of them!