Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"Welcome again to the city of Wildhammer! Boys and girls!" Kurdlan and Falstad toasted Garin and the others.

Although Sylvanas and Alleria are two female high elves, these two heroic women drank the water in the wine glasses generously.

After a round of drinks, the atmosphere became much more lively. Everyone was the best among the mortal races in Azeroth, each of them held a high position, and none of them were shy, so they quickly became familiar with each other.

Garin changed a wine barrel this time.

"Oh! Sulfuron Liquor! Thanks to our distant relatives who became slaves of the Fire Lord. Although they destroyed our home, inventing Sulfuron Liquor was the only right thing they did!" Kurdlan's eyes lit up and he started speaking without thinking.

"Kurdran!"

An angry roar interrupted the cheerful atmosphere in the hall. Garin turned around and saw an old dwarf appear at the door of the hall.

Why can Garin tell the age of dwarves? After seeing them many times, he knows one thing: the beard of dwarves is a racial feature. They are born with beards, and the thickness of their beards and hair represents their vitality.

However, as they age, their beards do not fall out, but their hair does fall off their heads.

The dwarf's beard has turned gray, and there are only a few hairs left on his head. Although his bare arms show that he is still strong, it cannot change the fact that he is already old.

"Elder Drakrip!"

It turns out that this is the former great lord Meera Drakrip that Kurdlan just complained about!

Falstad stepped forward and led the Wildhammer elder into the hall and into a seat next to Kurdlan.

"As a high lord, you must be careful about your words and deeds. The Dark Iron Dwarves are our enemies. They destroyed our former home, Grim Batol!" Drakreep slammed the table desperately, knocking over the glass in front of Kurdlan, and the wine spilled all over the floor.

For a moment, the aroma of Saffron liquor filled the air.

The former overlord's nose twitched, and then he picked up a new wine glass, filled it with liquor, and drank it in one gulp.

"Flame flower! Sun grass, and a special kind of magma rock containing the element of fire. Yes, it's good wine. Besides being delicious, it can also train one's will and prevent the magician's Transfiguration!"

As soon as Metz Delacrip opened his mouth, Garin knew he had met an expert, an old drunkard!

"Elder, try this bucket again!"

“Nanhai ice beer!”

“And this bucket!”

"Winterspring Firewine!"

"I still have a bucket of it at the bottom of the box! Try it!"

Garin took out the last barrel of alcohol, Azeroth's version of secret vodka! I don't believe you've ever drunk it!

"Goo-dong-gu-dong-gu-dong!"

"Hmm? Good wine!"

"Goo-dong-gu-dong-gu-dong!"

"Human, I'm determined to be your friend. What kind of wine was that barrel just now?" Metz Delacrep didn't taste where the good wine came from, but that didn't stop him from liking it. You see, he has quietly moved the barrel behind him.

"Elder!" Falstad's curiosity and thirst for wine were aroused, but due to the face of the elder Dracrip, he couldn't do it and could only protest silently.

"Old man! What are you doing? I haven't had a drink yet!" Kurdlan was unhappy. "Garlin took it out to entertain everyone. It's a gift for the entire Wildhammer. How dare you take it all by yourself!"

Kurdlan immediately went over to grab the last bucket of wine and filled it up for himself. With Kurdlan taking the lead, Falstad was not to be outdone, and the two began to drink.

"Are you Garin? The master of Runliu Port? I've heard old Magrath mention you!" After drinking the wine, Delacrip said that he was going to talk about business.

Old Magraf is the leader of Kurthaven on the Northron Highlands and a highly respected shaman. His son, Young Magraf, is currently working for Garen, helping Garen spread the shamanic ways to the Draenei Broken.

"McGraf is a respectable elder! Of course, you are also a respectable elder." Garin felt that everyone liked to hear flattery, and it didn't cost any money anyway, so he just had to flatter him to death.

“Hahaha!” As expected, Dracrip stroked his beard with satisfaction. “Thank you for your help today. I apologize for refusing to join the alliance before. The orcs are indeed a formidable opponent!”

"So is Aerie Peak willing to join the Alliance? Ironforge is already a member of the Alliance, it would be great if you are willing to join too!" Garen boasted that he would bring a large number of griffon riders to the Alliance. If the Wildhammer did not join the Alliance, would he have to use the griffon riders he had hidden to replace his boasts?

"The current overlord is Kurdran. You should talk to him about diplomatic matters." The purpose of Elder Drakrep's arrival was to tell Kurdran to do what he wanted to do. The siege by the orcs made him realize that because of his and a few old guys' stubbornness and conservatism, the entire Eagle's Nest Mountain was almost destroyed.

"We haven't heard from our fellow people in Ironforge for more than half a year. How are they now?" Kurdlan was very relieved to see that the diehards had finally become civilized.

"They are besieged in Ironforge by some orcs who stayed behind. We have transported enough supplies to them. We will counterattack as soon as we defeat the orcs here!" Garin took a sip of beer. It was low in alcohol and not stimulating.

"We have had many disputes with the Bronzebeard tribe. Although we have left the Kingdom of Khaz Modan, the Bronzebeards are still our cousins ​​and fellow tribesmen. We must help them defeat these evil greenskins and rescue them." Kurdlan slammed his fist on the stone table.

"We, the Wildhammers, are willing to join the Alliance and defeat these orcs together! So that they can't threaten anyone!"

Ding! Mission one completed!

Aha, the Sky Fighters have entered the scene, and two high-end combat forces, Kurdlan and Falstad, have joined. We don’t have to be afraid of encountering high-level red dragons.

"Who else are the members of the alliance?" Falstad asked. This Wildhammer was very politically sensitive and concerned about diplomacy.

"The seven human kingdoms of Lordaeron, the high elves, and your distant relatives, the Bronzebeard tribe." Garen thought for a moment, and then tried to say, "There is also the Thorium Brotherhood, an organization of Dark Iron dwarves."

"So there are still those blacksmiths." Noticing Garin's expression, Drakreep said indifferently: "It's okay, Garin. Anyone who opposes Soridorsan is our friend! Even the Dark Iron Dwarves themselves!"

"This couldn't be better!"