Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"Are you ready, Gandalf?"

After entering the altar of Zul, Galen directly asked Gandalf that this blame-shifting plan was the most critical part of the whole plan. Galen attached more importance to it after he realized it and specially asked Gandalf to take action in person to ensure that everything went well!

Garin wants to turn over a new leaf and become a new man. If the high elves discover any flaws, his friendship with Kael'thas will be ruined.

"Everything is ready, just wait for the prey to take the bait!" Gandalf looked confident.

Garen was also very confident about Gandalf's level of magic. At least among the wizards he had seen, only Medivh and Aegwynn, two top spellcasters who had served as guardians, could surpass Gandalf.

What Garin was referring to was not the level of combat power, but the application of magical knowledge. The high elf Garin did not know much about it, but Gandalf possessed a lot of knowledge about magic from other worlds, and his knowledge level surpassed that of the entire Dalaran.

Under Gandalf's operation, all the trolls left in the entire Zul'altar were cleared out, leaving only the supreme commander, a female high-level witch doctor of the Evil Branch tribe: Qilja, the Guardian of the Zul'altar!

At this time, Qilga was fleeing to the east with his seriously injured body!

Half a day later, the Anbu reported that a large group of high elves had appeared in the northern forest!

Garin looked at Gandalf and said, "Let's do it!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The troll-style war drums were beaten, making a deafening sound!

The high elves who were tied up around the pyramid were awakened by the sound of drums and looked towards the top of the pyramid in confusion!

Today's protagonist: The priest of the Evil Branch tribe played by Tastin Gou, who is dancing a wild troll-style dance on the platform at the top of the pyramid.

He wore a white wooden mask, had a hunched back, and held a wooden staff covered with small heads in his hand. It was this terrifying image of a troll witch doctor that made the high elf captives look at each other in bewilderment. Then they recalled the records of troll sacrifices in the history books of the high elves!

This terrified them!

"Great Blood God Hakkar! Today, our Evil Branch Tribe will offer a rich sacrifice and ask you to grant us great power!"

Although they were speaking the language of the trolls, the high elves had a long lifespan and had some understanding of the language of their mortal enemies, the trolls. Especially the nobles from Golden Mist Village, they understood what Tastingo said and realized the dangerous situation they and their people were facing!

They were captured by the trolls as sacrifices, and they were captured by the trolls of the Evil Branch tribe. They will be sacrificed to the Blood God Hakkar!

Blood sacrifice!

The proud high elves panicked when faced with this most cruel ritual of human sacrifice!

Several trolls pulled up an owl beast in the front row, then Tastingo pulled out the troll guard's battle axe and beheaded the struggling owl beast with one axe. After losing its head, the fat owl beast bled profusely and spilled all over the altar!

Tastingou held the huge decapitated head and placed it respectfully in the center of the altar.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Tastingo let out a terrifying laugh, and the timid high elf fainted!

In the distance, Gandalf, who was watching the performance of Tustingo, looked at Galen speechlessly: "Your Highness, are you sure that this is how the trolls hold sacrificial ceremonies?"

Oh my god, why do I feel that this sacrificial ceremony is not solemn at all, and the process is a bit simple and sloppy!

It was not the first time that Gandalf doubted the professional ability of his immediate superior. If I had known earlier, I would have extracted the memory of the witch doctor named Qilga first. It was a mistake to trust my own prince!

"What's wrong? Isn't this good? The effect is great. Look, did the high elf piss himself with fear?"

Garin was full of evil taste. This was a script he wrote himself. Tastingo acted so hard and realistically as the protagonist that Garin once again decided to give him a bonus and cultivate him more in the future.

"Your Highness, the trolls' sacrifices have been held for tens of thousands of years and have long formed a system. Tastingo's performance is too poor! He is not a sacrifice at all, he is simply a perverted murderer!"

Garin was speechless. He strongly suspected that Gandalf was making a veiled accusation. After all, he was the one who wrote the script!

At this moment, he wished that Khadgar could become the god of magic in his memory as soon as possible. This would increase Gandalf's sense of crisis and prevent him from undermining him!

a ha ha ha!

As if he had thought of some wonderful scene, Jialin laughed heartily in his heart.

In the forest north of the Altar of Zul, Sylvanas's troops are advancing rapidly. This time, she brought an entire legion to chase after the traces left by Garen. This is the most elite legion among the Farstriders. Even if facing trolls that are several times more in number, Sylvanas is confident that she can retreat unscathed!

From a distance, she heard the sound of drums coming from the front. The high elves slowed down and stopped five kilometers in front of the Altar of Zul. The scouts disappeared again to explore the way ahead.

The High Elf Mage accompanying the army began to cast spells, and soon a portal was opened, and Kael'thas emerged from the portal with a large group of spellbreakers!

"His Royal Highness Prince!"

Sylvanas greeted Kael'thas in a dignified manner. Kael'thas was one of the most prominent high elf nobles. Their families both had seats in the Silvermoon Council. Moreover, both of them were legendary and their ages were not much different. Therefore, Sylvanas did not show too much hospitality to the prince of her own country.

"How is it going, Ms. Windrunner?"

As a noble prince, the humble Kael'thas has always been gentle and approachable, which is why he enjoys a high reputation in the country.

He also had great respect for the Windrunner family. Ever since they followed their ancestor Dathma to the east to establish a kingdom, they have been committed to training the Farstrider ranger troops and have been diligently guarding the kingdom's borders.

A large number of nobles in the kingdom, relying on the abundant energy of the Sunwell, have become decadent in the merit books of their ancestors, eating and working indolently, and living a life of luxury and debauchery! And that damn Silver Moon Parliament system, they even argued for several days about sending troops to rescue their abducted compatriots. This kingdom is doomed!

This is not the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas in Kael'thas' mind!

"According to the scouts' investigation, the coalition of trolls and orcs has entered the town ahead!" Sylvanas quickly informed Kael'thas of the information she knew.

Kael'thas opened the map of the Hinterlands, an antique found in the library of Dalaran, a map drawn thousands of years ago!

But it still works well.

"The Altar of Zul, where the forest trolls perform their evil rituals!"

"They want to sacrifice our compatriots!"

hiss!

"quick!"

"Full speed ahead!"