Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

In the western continent, in the northern valley of the Eastern Barrens, a magnificent city is rising. The gnolls, led by their dog king Flintag, have successfully built the outer city walls.

This project took the Gnolls more than half a year, and the expansion of the underground fortress in the center of the valley was also started at the same time.

Currently there is only a town hall and an Altar of Kings in the city, which are used by the garrisoning heroes Durotan and Draka to live here.

Durotan and his wife were also the supervisors of the city's construction, so the construction of the city wall was different from the delicate and beautiful one of humans, but instead full of roughness.

"Flinttag comes to pay his respects to the master. The master will unify Azeroth for thousands of years!" As soon as Garin was teleported out from the town hall, he heard a standard and fluent human common language, which was the oldest Arathi Highlands accent. No one knew how long this lackey had learned it in the Deadbeard Canyon and Stromgarde immigrants!

It’s really hard for the dog!

However, Jialin just felt his scalp tingling after hearing it. He was neither Ding Chunqiu, nor Hong Antong nor Ren Woxing. He really couldn't accept this kind of slogan-like compliment. His sanity value dropped!

I am a force of legitimate order and I don't do anything crooked.

"Okay, okay, no more talking!" Jialin hurriedly stopped him. He was afraid that the flattery would become more exaggerated and he couldn't stand it.

"Master, are you satisfied with what I have done?" Flintag asked Garin for credit with a flattering look on his face. After all, he thought that he helped the master seize a piece of precious land and perfectly accomplished the master's goal, so he should be praised this time!

"Well done!" Garin leaned over and patted Flintag's head, giving him rewards and praise like a master rewarding his pet, and at the same time he took out a bottle of clear spring water from his arms.

"This is the water of the Fountain of Life. You have done a great job this time. I give it to you. It will restore your body to youth and vitality."

Only the farmers at the base knew about planting trees after the dilution of Garin's Fountain of Life. Although they had more than enough Fountain of Life, it rarely flowed out. After all, if there was too much, it would become worthless.

Flintag was overjoyed. Compared to the kobolds, he was already an old dog and was no longer able to do many things. The fountain of life bestowed by Garin just met his needs.

"Thank you, master! I will work harder in the future!" Flintag smiled happily, and his dog face was about to bloom with joy.

So ugly!

Ugly dog!

"Okay, the task here has just been completed, and I have something else I want you to do!"

For loyal and useful subordinates, Garen will give them more responsibilities and will not be stingy with rewards. He does not know the upper limit of the Heart of Origin yet. If these subordinates in Azeroth cannot keep up with his pace, then the future outcome will be marginalization. At most, they will be given a piece of land in Azeroth to allow them to govern themselves.

Garin's goal is the stars and the sea. Think about the first kobolds and boarmen in space. What do you call this? Open your eyes to see the world. It's exciting.

"Please give my orders, Master!" Flintag didn't think too much about it. He only knew that he had been in the valley for more than half a year, and his biggest competitor Hogg had been on a mission for half a year. He had to catch up!

I must not let a jackal snatch away my master's favor. I am the most loyal dog under my master's command!

As for the two pigs from the neighboring province, Flintag didn't take them seriously. They were two fools with only fighting and their people in their minds. Only he and Hogg understood that only by pleasing the master can their own tribe get more!

"Hogg has been in Elwynn Forest for half a year. He has unified his original Riverclaw Gnoll clan and is fighting guerrilla warfare with the orcs in the western fertile plains. I need you to lead 3,000 elite members of your clan to Elwynn Forest. There are many of your kind living in the mines there. You go and unite them, disrupt the orcs' ore collection operations, and prepare for the future Alliance counterattack!"

Guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines is a tactic that our great China has developed and promoted. There are also many native creatures in southern Azeroth. With such good conditions, Garin must copy it!

"Yes, master, you are ready to set off at any time!" Flintag paid more attention when he heard Hogg's name. When he heard that he had already gone ahead of him, how could he delay any longer?

He didn't even bother to drink the Fountain of Life, nor did he care about the little bitch in the underground palace. He wanted to immediately dispatch troops to the south of the East Continent!

"There's no rush. The battle between the Alliance and the Horde will take at least one to two years. You can take a break first." Garin seemed to have thought of something, and he started to smile at Coyotito with a wink on his face.

It was not until Flintag felt a little shy that Garin gave him a return scroll. "This scroll directly locates Hogg's base camp. You are all old acquaintances. I hope you can cooperate sincerely behind the enemy's rear and make greater achievements. Then I will give you a big reward!"

Jialin made big promises but ended up becoming the person he hated.

Flintag hurriedly returned to the underground fortress in the center of the city with the scroll. This was the new kobold kingdom. He also changed from a geomancer who ruled over ten thousand kobolds to a king with hundreds of thousands of kobold minions under his command.

His kobold guards were also more elite. In less than half a day, he had gathered three thousand sturdy kobold elites. These were originally at least foreman-level elites. In order to surpass Hogg, Flinttag was willing to spend a lot of money.

Jialin was vaguely aware of the competition among his subordinates, but after observation, he found that the two dogs were in healthy competition, and he was happy to see it as long as there was no hindrance or trip up the other party.

After all, Jialin is still tolerant towards dogs.

The valley city named Dolot currently only has an outer city wall. Garin wants to unlock a population of one million in the next two days, and the locations selected for the construction of several new town halls and barracks are chosen here.

This is a huge valley. Even the royal city of Stromgarde does not have such a large area. The south gate is the Valley of Strength, the west gate is the Valley of Spirit, the northeast gate is the Valley of Honor, and the north is the Valley of Wisdom.

This is the area divided by the Durotan couple. It really proves the saying that people who are not from the same family live in the same house. This division is exactly the same as the thinking of a new chief.

There were exactly four areas on the ground, and Garin began to deploy them.

Forty thousand farmers were mobilized from all over the place and crowded around the town hall.

Dorothea began to build a large-scale project.