Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Bang!

Samuro's sword hit the circular shield formed by Garin's Invincible Holy Shield heavily, causing ripples on the shield. Fortunately, the strength of the two was not much different, otherwise this blow might have broken the Holy Shield!

The Holy Shield is indeed unstoppable. Not only is it invulnerable to swords and guns, but you can also remain unscathed even if you jump from a height of several hundred meters. It will definitely make your opponent feel disgusted during a battle!

Samuro never expected that the ultimate move he had carefully prepared for a long time would be blocked like this, and then he felt a sharp pain in his chest and waist!

Garin's Tokaral had already pierced into his chest, and the Holy Light Sword of the Ancient Kings' Guard had also pierced into his waist!

"It's over, Sword Master!"

Garin slowly drew out his sword, and shook his head, posing in a graceful posture.

"You win! Human!"

"Musaro, the end is not your end."

Garin said something profound in a pretentious manner, and then issued a command in his mind: "Collect the current heroic spirit!"

Then Musalo's translucent soul emerged from his body and slowly rose into the sky.

Get it!

Garin discovered that by killing the orcs' high-end combat power, he was improving the high-quality heroic spirits in his hands!

Suddenly I felt that war was very promising. As long as the battle went smoothly, I would become stronger and stronger. Thinking of this, Garin suddenly felt that the destruction of the Fifth Legion was not so painful!

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the Blackrock Swordmaster Jubilee who was still fighting with Sylvanas.

Jubilee felt a chill on his back and turned around to see that his teammate, the veteran Fire Blade warrior, Sword Master Samuro, had actually been killed by this human man!

call!

Subconsciously, Jubilee immediately entered the stealth mode of Wind Step. Garin hurriedly threw out Dust Shadow for the second time, but unfortunately he only saw Jubilee's receding back.

He actually ran away. Has this Blackrock Swordmaster become slick after staying with Orgrim for too long?

"Ran?"

Sylvanas walked up to Garen and asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"Well, he ran away."

Jialin looked unsatisfied, it was a pity, if he could collect two legendary heroes it would be a great harvest.

Sylvanas didn't know what Garin was thinking. She looked down at the dead Burning Blade Master and said softly to Garin, "Thank you for your help, Garin."

Sylvanas was glad that Garen came, otherwise she would have been in real danger. Although she also had many secret arts and there was no shortage of Alliance reinforcements around her, so she should have no problem escaping, but she could not escape with a serious injury, and how could she be as intact and energetic as she is now.

"It's okay, Shiva! Promise me you won't take such risks next time." Garin also responded softly.

"it is good!"

The sword masters led by Jubilee and Samuro were considered the orcs' rearguard. These elusive sword masters caused the Alliance soldiers who wanted to delay the orc army to be beheaded, and for a while they dared not pursue them rashly.

After suffering heavy casualties on the orcs' left wing, a small number of orcs followed the large force in the center and broke through.

"The orcs have broken through, Marshal!"

Turalyon's armor was covered in blood, and there were many scratches on his sword and protective gear. This move proved his bravery and ability to adapt to the battlefield. He was indeed a promising talent.

Lothar nodded, not sure whether this was to show that he understood or to affirm his adjutant.

"Should we pursue them?" Turalyon asked again. He took a deep breath. The intense charge made his heart still beating violently, but as a young man, he felt that he could still fight. He hoped that the commander would order a pursuit until they were all defeated.

Lothar shook his head: "They didn't lose, they just chose to break through!" Lothar felt that Turalyon still had a lot to learn. "The orcs' goal is simple, to enter the north and join their troll allies!"

"But there's the heavily guarded Thoradin Wall to the east, Dunhold Keep to the north, and Tarren Mill and Southshore to the west. We've blocked the road!"

Turalyon felt that the Alliance still had a large number of troops at hand: "We should defeat them before they join forces with the trolls. The trolls are also our enemies, and they know us very well!"

"You're right, we should give chase!" This time, Lothar did not discourage the enthusiasm of his young adjutant.

"But look at our soldiers, they need rest!"

Turalyon turned around and took a look. The soldiers had relaxed because of the orcs' breakthrough. Some of them fell on the spot. Due to fatigue and injuries, they had reached their limit!

The battle lasted for several hours, from early morning to almost noon. Turalyon didn't feel anything just now because he was highly concentrated, but now he could feel the pain all over his body.

"Weapons and equipment need to be replaced and maintained, arrows and ammunition need to be replenished, and more importantly, we need to have other countries continue to increase their troops and deliver supplies!"

"The generals of various countries have witnessed the fighting power of the orcs. The Alliance also has great potential. We need more troops to resist the attack of the tribe!"

The various legions of the Alliance were all exhausted and unable to pursue the orcs. Lothar did not dare to continue the pursuit with his tired troops, and had to order them to stay on the spot. The exhausted soldiers looked for their own troops and formed a defensive formation on the spot.

Both Garen and Sylvanas participated in the battle from beginning to end and were a little tired. They chose to return to their respective defense lines first and wait for Lothar's next order.

"Omar, Heni, you two, take the time to count the troops and give me a detailed casualty report. Fadil, Flar, you two, assist and then bring the wounded back to the Dan Garok Fortress!"

Garin breathed a sigh of relief. War was really tiring. He was not a pervert. Killing was not like controlling the mouse and WASD to use unparalleled skills to mow down the crowd and then having fun watching the skill special effects. He was a normal person. Killing really made Garin feel depressed.

The troops from Stromgarde that joined the Alliance were called Stromgarde Crusaders by Garin, which was criticized by some nobles in Stromgarde, who believed that the prince was suspected of splitting Stromgarde. However, their own king did not care. In addition, Garin was the only prince, and the next king had already been decided, so it was only a matter of time before he ascended the throne.

Solas wanted Garin to marry and ascend the throne as soon as he came of age, but Garin was unwilling and said he wanted to be a free prince. Solas even thought of letting Count Dabire instigate Garin to rebel, which would also allow me to retire early.

"Garona, send out the Anbu and pay attention to the movements of the orcs!"

Garin guessed that they should go to the Hinterlands, where their troll allies were. Zul'jin was also a leader who would not act until he saw the rabbit. If the orcs were unable to break through the siege and blockade of the human alliance, he would probably think that the orcs were not qualified to be his allies and would immediately turn against them. What a tyrant.