Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Tyrone found that he was at a disadvantage in the battle of combat skills. The combat skills of this body were considered top-notch among the orcs. After all, it was the body of a high-level human knight, and there were many memories of combat skills left for Tyrone to digest.

But this human paladin looks even more powerful!

Every attack of his was easily blocked by the opponent, who could also accurately analyze what moves and skills he had just used!

This made Tyrone think terribly.

The strength of Tyrone Blooddevil is rather complicated to explain. He was once a legendary initial-stage warlock, and after being resurrected, his strength barely remained between the peak of the ninth stage and the legendary initial stage. His strength declined not only in strength, but also in combat experience.

He transformed from a ranged magic warlock into a melee death knight. Although he has physical fighting instincts, he can only bully ordinary soldiers. Once he encounters a master like Garin, he will be suppressed.

After fighting back and forth for more than a dozen rounds, Garin felt that he had tested the situation enough. The Death Knight in front of him had no more tricks left. Of course, he could still have a life-saving trump card.

"The universal martial arts of human knights should be with the corpses of high-level knights. They have no sense of pain and can use the power of shadow to recover from physical injuries. They have a strong desire to kill, and their vital point is not the heart. They may need to chop off their heads to die."

"The skills used include Shadow Strike, Wither and Decay, Resurrection of the Dead, and Plague."

Definitely an evil Dk!

"Three systems of cultivation are the best path, brother!"

Talon Blooddevil has a face full of question marks!

"If you can't even fight with spirit, how can you become a million health DK?"

Generally speaking, the first generation of Death Knights are still immature. Compared to the Lich King's Death Knights, their own souls are resurrected on their own corpses. The fit between soul and body is perfect, and they were warriors when they were alive, so they don't need to change their fighting style. Now the first generation has poor energy system and proficiency in melee combat, so they can only bully ordinary soldiers.

Talon has come to his senses. The Paladin in front of him knows Death Knights very well, but they have only been around for a few months and they themselves haven't figured out their own potential. How could there be a human who knows them better than himself!

"Who are you!"

Tyrone asked loudly in horror!

He has already begun to think of retreating. He is no match for his opponent in martial arts, and their energy systems restrain each other. However, Talon's shadow and power of death are obviously not as strong as Garin's rich holy light. Currently, he is being fooled. Once the opponent gets serious, he will be turned into bone residue again!

"My name is Garin!"

"Remember my name, I am Tyrone Blooddevil! Sooner or later I will kill you and take over your body!"

"Tsk! Why don't you wait for another day? Come and hit me now!" And you want to occupy my body? Do you think you are Uncle Snake?

However, Tyrone obviously didn't want to get entangled with Garin anymore. After leaving behind one arm, he resurrected the corpses around him to block Garin, and then ran towards the main force with only half of the Death Knights left.

When he ran away, he naturally sold out Zul'jin!

Although Zul'jin has tens of thousands of trolls, Turalyon has already sent his three subsequent legions forward. The legions of Lordaeron are still elite, and as long as the orcs are not too strong, they can still deal with their old rivals, the trolls, with ease.

An hour has passed since Garin arrived at the battlefield. At this time, most of the trolls on the left wing of the tribe have been wiped out. The remaining one thousand or so trolls, led by Tarekin, the governor of the Rotten Moss Tribe, fought desperately to break out to the east.

Kael'thas has already started fighting with Gul'dan. After he and Oro merged together, his mana was released like water. Phoenix flames and Pyroblasts kept bombarding Gul'dan, and Gul'dan kept firing shadow arrows in response. The Wolf Riders had already moved away from the area where spells were flying everywhere, and the Sunfury Legion also retreated more than a hundred meters.

This distance can rescue our prince in the fastest time!

Garin looked at the situation and realized that Gul'dan must have hidden his strength, but it was not a big problem. In a large-scale battle involving hundreds of thousands of troops, no matter how strong they were, they could be beaten to death. If Gul'dan was willing to fight to the death, Garin felt that it would be worth it even if he sacrificed his three thousand high-level knights and two infantry regiments.

Unfortunately, this old wily Gul'dan is obviously pretending. As long as the tribe shows signs of defeat, he will definitely be the first to run away.

Garin should ignore this actor and let him and Kael'thas continue to fight.

He needed to reorganize the Knights' formation, find an opportunity to attack Zul'jin again, and then let Omar's infantry and the Farstriders' rangers advance forward.

As long as Zul'jin's Amani headquarters is defeated, the large orc army will be isolated in Quel'Thalas.

The high elves have already cleared the land, and the orcs have no perfect logistics when they go deep north. If they lose their allies, their situation will be very difficult.

It’s a pity that Garen’s wishful thinking was not fulfilled, because the opponent Orgrim was much more experienced than him.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

The desolate and wild horn of the tribe sounded, and they actually retreated!

Above the Temple of the Sun, the red dragons seemed to have received new orders. They broke free from the Wildhammer Griffin Knights and Dragonhawk Knights and flew towards the knights led by Turalyon and the three infantry regiments.

Kurdlan tried to intercept from behind, but the red dragons actually sent out ten red dragons to cover their retreat!

In Turalyon's field of vision, a large group of red dragons were growing larger and larger, rushing straight towards them, like scarlet streaks falling from the sky.

The red dragons breathed in as they flew, smoke coming out of their nostrils and sparks flashing at the corners of their mouths as they took deep breaths.

Turalyon reacted and realized that they were going to burn them!

"Retreat, quickly!" Turalyon shouted loudly and ordered the messengers to inform all teams to retreat quickly. "Retreat, retreat, retreat to the mountains, away from the forest and the red dragon!"

Garin also discovered the red dragons' intentions, and he immediately shouted loudly: "Shiva! Stop these red dragons from approaching! They want to burn down the forest!"

Alleria and Sylvanas were shocked when they heard what Garin said!

They had seen the breath of a red dragon before, and it had burned the thick walls of the Weydon Hold Castle into ashes. If they succeeded, who knows how much of the forest would be destroyed.

"All rangers! Switch to armor-piercing arrows! Long-range sniping, aim and shoot!"

A large number of arrows flew out. These armor-piercing arrows were gifts from Garin, and they could easily penetrate the armor of the Lordaeron knights. More than a dozen baby dragons were shot down in one encounter. However, more than a dozen red dragons were adult dragons, and their dragon scales were quite strong. Even if they were pierced by armor-piercing arrows, they could only penetrate a little.

They endured the pain and exhaled dragon breath with an expression of pity!