Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

The seventh-level warrior is a strength classification for professionals in Azeroth, and it is a level classification method passed down from the high elves of Quel'Thalas. The origin can be traced back to the upper elves tens of thousands of years ago. They studied the use of arcane energy under the light of the Well of Eternity. In order to clearly and conveniently describe the effects of arcane magic, they divided spells into rings one to nine according to power and consumption, as well as legendary spells above the ninth ring that could destroy the world. Over time, this level classification became popular.

Later, some of the upper elves were exiled and became the current high elves. They also passed on this set of professional level classification to human society. The energy functions of various professions and mages among humans are different. Although they also use the first to ninth levels, and the legendary hero level is above the ninth level, they sometimes prefer to simplify it to call professionals low-level, intermediate, high-level, and legendary levels.

Garin had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. He already had a plan in mind. "Father, I am preparing to ask you to allow me to go out on an adventure. I plan to go to the dwarven Ironforge or the wizard kingdom of Dalaran to see the world."

"That's no problem. Ironforge and we trade grain every year. You can follow the caravan. I have some friendship with their king Magni. I'll write a letter and you can take it to him and say hello to him for me. Dalaran will be even easier. You can visit Archmage Antonidas of the Kirin Tor as a prince." Solas knew that his son had behaved very maturely since he was a child. He had practiced the combat skills he taught seriously since he was a child, never slacked off, and even added some items on his own. He was self-conscious, self-reliant, and intelligent. These advantages made him a perfect crown prince.

"No problem, father." Garin had anticipated the outcome of this matter. In the past, Garin was still young and not strong enough. Moreover, as the heir to the kingdom and the king's only son, his safety was of vital importance. Now he is a seventh-level warrior, and his high-level strength is enough to face most dangers. A fledgling cannot always be under the wings of its parents.

Garin's plan was to follow the two small caravans he had formed in the past few years to Dalaran or Ironforge, with a guard of about 20 people under his command to follow and protect them. Garin used the manor and some money given to him by Solas to form this caravan, which also made Garin a lot of money over the years. The title of the Royal Caravan was too useful.

At this time, the servants in the palace came in, each holding a portion of food. They realized that they were already starving, and the three of them each chose their favorite food. Garin chose a roasted highland goat leg and a velociraptor tenderloin, and started to eat them in big mouthfuls.

Jialin's mouth was shiny with oil as he ate. He was thinking about taking all his belongings with him when he went on the adventure. The gold coins earned by the caravan over the years could be used when building the base based on his experience playing various real-time strategy games in his previous life.

"Father, my caravan has been resting in Stromgarde for a while. I plan to prepare and set off tomorrow. If the timing is right, I can set off with Danas as well." While chewing the tenderloin, Garin did not forget to tell Solas about his plan.

"Are you going north to Dalaran or south to Ironforge?" Solas ate very elegantly. Although he was a warrior and sometimes acted directly and violently, he was also a king who had been in a high position for more than ten years. Royal etiquette was ingrained in his bones.

"I plan to go and see the dwarf kingdom first, father." In fact, Garin had no intention of going to Ironforge at all. The climate there was extremely cold, which was a huge difference from the mild climate of Arathi Highlands. Garin's fundamental goal was to go to the border of the kingdom and find a place to set up a Warcraft base.

"Come over early tomorrow morning. I'll prepare a gift and a letter. Please help me deliver them to King Magni." "Okay, father."

When Garin and Danas left the meeting room, the sky outside was already full of stars.

The night in Arathi was the same as the day, with a gray sky. The castle was located at the highest point of the entire city. Galen and Danas looked out of the window of the castle and could vaguely see the shadow of the city gate fortress in the distance.

The city was originally built as a military fortress, so the city is divided into several areas by towering walls. Each area has its own gate. During wartime, each gate will be closed in the evening, which is probably the curfew of the world of Azeroth.

It was just getting dark, and the citizens of Stromgarde were returning home to rest after a busy day, chatting with their children at the dining table while waiting for their wives to prepare dinner. Garin quietly looked at the lights of the houses, and his mood eased.

"It's rare to see you calm down, Garin. You always look so anxious." Danas glanced at Garin and began to look at the city.

"I haven't seen it before. It's rare that I discovered the beauty of Stromgarde. I just need to look at it more." At this time, Garin's eyes were a little empty. "Danas, we will protect this country, right?"

Danas was a little surprised when he heard this: "Isn't our mission to protect this kingdom?"

Danas didn't understand why Garin asked this. He didn't know that Garin saw not only the pearl city in the night of Arathi, where the people were well-fed and well-clothed and the lights were on in every home, but also the dilapidated city gates, decaying city walls, ruins, and people scattered and struggling to survive that might appear in the future.

He, Galen Trollbane, was a dead loser in the original novel, and his fate was too unfortunate. He traveled through time and space to become the only heir to the kingdom, which was originally a good thing. Even if he could not wake up and hold the power of the world, or sleep in the lap of a beautiful woman, he would at least be rich and powerful. However, a great law of Azeroth is the law of prince tragedy. From Arthas to Kael'thas, the two famous ones, to the later Prince Liam of Gilneas, they all experienced ups and downs and died a miserable death.

If Garin had not traveled through time, this brother in the original plot would not have been much better off. First, he committed patricide like Arthas, and soon after, the Undead Scourge and the orc concentration camp riots followed one after another, which dealt a fatal blow to the already exhausted kingdom and severely damaged its vitality, causing it to decline from a world-famous military power in the human world.

This guy was also very strong. Plus, as a thousand-year-old country, Stromgarde had its own complete military system. Its people were also very tenacious and had a strong belief in defending their homeland, which allowed Stromgarde to overcome these two difficulties.

However, after the orc riots and the undead scourge, the people lost confidence in the country and followed Jaina. Then there was the ogre invasion and the Syndicate rebellion. The wave of the great era had arrived, and Azeroth entered an era of disasters.

I will break this tragic fate. I will protect this peace and this country.