Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

The fire is soaring!

A huge fire rose from the South Yongge Forest. The thick smoke obscured the sun's rays. These were thousand-year-old trees, nourished by the energy of the Sunwell. It would have been great if an elf had entangled them. It was a pity that they were burned in vain.

Garin felt regretful for only a few seconds. He had the guidance of Talon and he was the most powerful one in the previous attack. He was closest to the orc Zhongjun and was directly targeted by Zuluhed!

Half of the dozen or so adult dragons rushed towards Garin's position, and under the leadership of Taranistrasz, they spit out mouthfuls of flaming phlegm.

"Hold the grass!"

Garin thought, "Mmp" flashed through his mind. This revenge came too quickly. Wasn't it just a show-off in front of Tai Long? As for using so many adult red dragons to target me?

He quickly ordered the knights to retreat, and Garin also galloped wildly in the flames despite being invincible!

Garin remembered the appearance of the adult red dragon in the lead. No matter how desperate you are, you are dead!

The red dragon that was left behind was also breathing dragon breath to stop the dragonhawk rider and griffin rider from chasing. After hearing the horde's retreat horn, Gul'dan stopped teasing Kael'thas and started preparing to run away.

That's right, it was just a joke. Gul'dan was a great warlock in the late legendary stage. Although his strength was greatly damaged by the pressure of the Dark Portal, he was still not something that Kael'thas, who was just a legendary stage, could contend with.

Gul'dan pretended to run away in panic, setting fires everywhere as he ran. He didn't even need to guide the Rain of Flame spell, but just set fires as he went along, adding fuel to the fire with the red dragon's breath.

Kael'thas was heartbroken. This was the land of Quel'Thalas, and it was reduced to scorched earth in the flames!

He did not care about the fleeing Gul'dan and the Wolf Riders, and quickly mobilized the Sunfury Legion and the people inside the Temple of the Sun to put out the fire. The High Elves had never suffered such a heavy loss, even when the Amani were at their most powerful three thousand years ago, their territory had never been desecrated like this!

Under the cover of the red dragon, the tribe retreated to the east. The fire in the forest prevented Garin and his men from passing through, so they had to stop chasing, avoid the high temperature of the flames, and assist the high elves in putting out the fire.

The dragonhawk knights and griffin knights also stopped chasing. In the battle, these red dragons, led by the adult dragons, did not use their full strength and had been paddling. Moreover, the main target of the Alliance's air force knights was the Dragonmaw Orcs on the dragon's back. At this time, the pursuit made Zuluhed angry and he forced the red dragons to cover the rear. They might get serious.

"Turalyon, take your troops to the west and cut a cordon around the perimeter to prevent the fire from spreading!"

"I'll go to the east, and leave the north to Kael'thas!" Garen also let it go. After all, it was someone else's forest, and my elves couldn't deal with it. The most he could do was help put out the fire for the sake of his allies.

Isn't it just a thousand-year-old tree? There are many of them in Azeroth.

However, the grudge against the red dragon had already been formed. He originally wanted to take advantage of Ronin and Vereesa, letting these two people with the halo of the protagonists take the lead to attract Deathwing's attention, while he would stay behind and plan for the Dragon Soul.

It is said that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, but Jialin felt that this revenge must be taken! And quickly!

Garen understood Deathwing's plan well, and he was looking for an opportunity to launch a surprise attack when Deathwing's attention was not on Grim Batol!

But even if Deathwing was there, the cards he had in his hand were enough to give him a hard time!

While Garin summoned water elements to rush into the burning forest to put out the fire, he was planning a big move in his mind!

Just do it! The bold ones will die of overeating, while the timid ones will die of starvation. As the saying goes, a horse cannot grow fat without night grass, and a man cannot become rich without unexpected wealth. If you want to get rich overnight, you have to take risks.

Dragon Soul, I pre-ordered it!

After a day and a night of efforts, the fire in the South Eversong Forest was finally put out, and the spies reported that the tribe had retreated to the eastern mountains and stationed in Sebunua, the ancient fortress of the Darkpine Trolls.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the battle came to an end. The High Elves were already under great pressure as they were besieged by hundreds of thousands of trolls and orcs. The enemy also had the help of red dragons, and flames were burning the protective shield and the forest. Even though they were immortals, they had never encountered such an exciting thing in their lives over the past hundreds or thousands of years.

Humans and Wildhammer dwarves were equally exhausted. Turalyon and the Wildhammers had rushed all the way from the Hillsbrad region and the Hinterlands. Galen's troops were luckier as they had teleported most of the distance and only made a forced march within Quel'Thalas.

Humans and high elves smiled at each other with dark faces. The gap caused by thousands of years of isolation was narrowed a lot, and they supported each other while resting on the charred land.

Of course, the human soldiers here refer to the wave brought by Turalyon. Garen hangs out with Sylvanas every day, and his subordinates get along with the Farstriders every day. Because the two commanders have a special relationship, and the base troops have no desires and will not be stupid enough to woo the elves, the relationship between the two sides has always been good.

"Gallin, thank you for your support!"

Kael'thas appeared in front of Garin in a flash, covered in dust and dirt, which scared him. If it weren't for the familiar voice, Garin would not have recognized the tattered Kael'thas.

"No need to thank me, Kyle. After all, we are friends, and you are also a member of the Alliance. Fighting against the orcs is what we should do."

In order to put out the fire, Kyle, who was originally wearing a gorgeous wizard robe, merged with the phoenix and ran to the center of the forest to absorb the heat of the flames. At this moment, the wizard robe was burned to pieces.

"I will report the battle situation here to Silvermoon City immediately. Although the tribe has retreated to the territory of the Amani trolls, their main force is still there. We need more reinforcements! Garin, do you want to go to Silvermoon City with me?"

Kael'thas also invited Garin to visit Silvermoon City, trying to show his hospitality, but Garin had his own considerations. I, Garin, never take revenge overnight, so how could I have the time to go to Silvermoon City!

"There's no need to go to Silvermoon City. Our army has traveled a long way and is already very far from Stratholme. Unless we retreat to the Quel'Thalas Trail, we won't be able to get supplies. Therefore, we want to stay here and need your support!"

"This," Kael'thas was also stumped. Although Quel'Thalas was rich, all the people in the forest had moved to Silvermoon City. Hundreds of thousands of mouths needed to be fed, and the reserves in Silvermoon City were now very tight. "I'll arrange it as soon as possible!"

Garen saw Kael'thas's difficulties and chose to help: "Stronghold has a large amount of grain reserves, but the support of the Alliance's soldiers and food has emptied the treasury, so the grain can only be sold and cannot be provided for free!"

"No problem! Galen, take as many as you can!" The confidence of the rich man made Kael'thas change his depressed tone!