Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Orgrim asked Saurfang and Fenris to go down to heal their wounds, and Jubilee brought a troll who called himself the Amani Warlord.

This was a green-skinned creature with a hunched back. His well-proportioned muscles and tall stature clearly told Orgrim that this race was probably quite powerful.

"Are you the trolls? I have read your records in the examples left in Stormwind. You and humans had a great war thousands of years ago, and you have been fighting each other ever since. Perhaps we can cooperate!"

Orgrim did not beat around the bush. At this stage, the orcs were in urgent need of allies. The attack on Stormwind had caused them heavy losses, and he heard that there were six more kingdoms in the north. Although he was not afraid of the orcs facing these human kingdoms alone, he did not want the tribe to suffer too great a loss!

The troll who called himself the Amani Warlord bowed to Orgrim and then spoke: "Dear Warchief of the Horde, I am Zul'jin, the High Warlord of the Forest Trolls. I came here to cooperate with the great Horde to fight against humans and high elves together!"

"High elves?" Orgrim recalled the new garrison that appeared in Dun Modr today. They were a group of tall and thin people, with long ears, and accurate archery skills, which were different from humans.

“Are they powerful?

"Yes, it is very powerful."

Zul'jin was reluctant to admit it. After all, the Amani had once pushed the high elves to the brink of extinction.

"Our ancestors have been killing them since they appeared on this continent in ancient times! It was only after the rise of humans that we fell into a disadvantage!"

"Humans, that's great. Our enemies are humans, so let's form an alliance."

Orgrim did not beat around the bush and directly proposed an alliance.

"Great Chief, you know that thousands of years ago, humans only had the advantage of numbers, until the high elves taught them arcane magic, and the magic of the high elves is even more difficult to deal with."

Orgrim is fearless: "Charge into their homes and destroy them once and for all!"

"With a powerful tribe helping you, the high elves have no advantage in terms of allies. Let's solve the problem of humans and high elves once and for all. We will occupy the plains of humans, and you will take back your forests!"

Zul'jin's eyes lit up. When he first received news from his compatriots in the south, the jungle trolls, that the human kingdom in the south had been destroyed by a powerful enemy, he became interested in cooperation.

"Great Chief, that's exactly what I meant. The Amani tribe has already contacted all the troll clans in the north. A 50,000-strong army is ready to go to Sintland, behind the human kingdom!"

Fifty thousand troops!

Orgrim needs such a powerful help.

"On behalf of the tribe, I welcome the forest trolls!"

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Garen didn't know that Zul'jin had taken the initiative to contact Orgrim. Compared to the original time and space, Zul'jin was not very reluctant to join the tribe. It was not until Orgrim rescued Zul'jin from humans that he chose to join the tribe.

But it's not a big problem, everything is as expected.

"The orcs will never come here again. Alas!" Garin had a melancholy look on his face, but his hands did not stop moving. He used the recast Tokaral to hit Sylvanas' vital points.

Garen did not intend to blame Sylvanas, and Orgrim was not a fool. In the past few days, he was mainly occupied by the capture of Grim Batol Fortress and the construction of the Western Dock, and had no time to pay attention to the siege of Saurfang and Fenris.

How could he know that Garin was using this experience-boosting trick? The human soldiers risked their lives, even at a one-for-one trade, to kill the orcs to gain experience for upgrading, and then gathered together to revive at night!

This was totally unreasonable. When he turned around, he thought that humans had heavily guarded the place but pretended that there was only one legion. He also thought that the young Saurfang was stupid and led his troops to charge forward.

But the shaman of the Dragon Roar Clan told him that according to the message from the Spirit of the Earth, there were only more than 10,000 people in the city of Dun Modr, which means that even if there were ambushes, there would only be half a legion!

When he sent reinforcements to Saurfang again, he found that Dun Modr's long-range attacks were even more fierce than before. Three hundred artillery pieces could not provide dense coverage, but four thousand elite rangers could.

Saurfang returns in defeat!

"Galin, how do you know the orcs won't attack our city defenses again?"

Sylvanas flipped and moved in the open space, dodging Garin's attack, and used the short blade in her hand to counterattack Garin's long sword, using the force of her long legs to kick.

Sylvanas, with her slender and fit body, kicked backwards towards Garin. Her heroic posture made Garin's eyes light up. Her legs were amazing!

The ancients said that some beautiful things are always very dangerous!

Sylvanas stretched out her left hand in mid-air and picked up the longbow behind her. She quickly drew out the arrow with her right hand, drew the bow and shot the arrow in one go.

"Be careful, Garin!"

"Wind Explosion!"

The Wind Walker family's unique skill, a skill similar to the Cloud Piercing Arrow, shot towards Garin with a whistling sound of friction in the air.

Garin was not planning to turn on the invincibility, after all, the two were just sparring.

That's right, Sylvanas saw that the orc camp was quiet today and there was no sign of them moving out, so she invited Garin to a friendly match.

The two men handed over the defense to their respective deputies and began to plant flags on the Sadol Bridge!

Facing the ultimate move of Wind Burst, Garin's eyes kept flashing like the Sharingan, capturing the arrow in the center of the wind energy.

"Ouch!"

Garin seized the opportunity, turned his wrist with the sword flexibly, and chopped at the arrow.

"open!"

Tokal's blade hit the metal head of the arrow, successfully intercepting the wind explosion, and the wind element also dissipated in the air as the arrow shattered.

"I lost."

Garin looked at the newly repaired Tokal and saw new cracks appearing at the broken position. Ordinary weapons would not be able to withstand this wind explosion.

The battle just ended prematurely.

"Tokaral is damaged?" Sylvanas had also heard of this weapon, the Troll Slayer.

For the immortals, a thousand years is the story of Sylvanas's father, but for Garen, it has been passed down for more than ten generations.

"A powerful being destroyed it, and my craftsmen can only barely repair it. If you want to restore it completely, the only way is to recast it!"

"Is there anything I can help you with? Galen, I have some connections in Quel'Thalas, maybe I can help you find some rare materials."

When Sylvanas said this, it showed that she recognized Garen as her friend. Compared with the corrupt high elf nobles, the human prince in front of her possessed many valuable qualities.

The most important thing is that he is strong enough. Even if he raised the flag and admitted defeat, Sylvanas is not a rookie. How could she not see that Garin did not use his full strength?

"Thank you, Shiva. If one day in the future we defeat the main force of the orcs and attack Blackrock Mountain, please help me keep an eye out for a solid black crystal!"