Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"But Lord, the orcs still have at least 50,000 soldiers in the Burning Plains, and Orgrim still has 30,000 elite soldiers left. It is not realistic to end this war in the short term."

The red dragon Parthiastrasz had served in the Dragonmaw Clan for a period of time and had some understanding of the strength of the orcs. After listening to Garin's words, he expressed his own opinions.

"The Horde is no longer the powerful Horde it was two years ago. Gul'dan's rebellion took away the ogres and the Stormrage clan, leaving them without spellcasters. Rend Blackhand and Maim Blackhand left the Blacktooth clan and made the remaining members of the Blackrock clan question Orgrim. Varok Saurfang's troops were beaten to a pulp by Aragorn and are still blocked in the mountains near Overlook. What is left of Orgrim's men?"

Except for half of the Blackrock Clan, only the Bleeding Hollow Clan is still intact under Orgrim. The remaining Thunderlord Clan and the Burning Blade Clan have been almost destroyed by half and are not to be feared.

"But even if more than half of them are killed, the orcs are still not easy to deal with. The Dragonmaw Clan has already suffered from the sequelae of the magic blood, and the captives have begun to become listless. But according to my estimation, it will take at least another year for them to completely lose their desire to fight."

Now the Dragonmaw Clan and the red dragon have exchanged identities, and the red dragon has in turn enslaved these orcs.

"Then find a way to speed up this process. Orgrim is their last pillar. The kings have sent assassins to kill this chief. As long as this chief dies, the will of the orcs will collapse instantly. No one can have the same reputation as him to subdue the remaining orcs, unless Ner'zhul comes in person!"

Of course, our Marshal Lothar also has to face the greetings of orc assassins almost every day. There are many conflicts between the various orc tribes, and the same is true for human countries. Lothar has the reason to make the kings and even the high elf kingdoms willing to send troops because he is the blood of Emperor Thoradin.

Orgrim also discovered this. As long as Lothar died, the high elves would immediately withdraw their troops and quit the Alliance. Then the humans would be caught in a struggle for the position of Grand Marshal, and Terenas and Genn would definitely fight to the death.

It's hard to say since Jialin is not working hard.

"Have the Knights Templar give some strength. Don't hold back. Push forward with full firepower and create an opportunity for a decisive battle. Have the Red Dragon Queen send out the Red Dragon Legion. Her anger cannot be vented simply by enslaving the Dragonmaw Clan. The Horde is a bigger target and will be more satisfying to fight against."

Garin's IQ suddenly turned online, and he used all kinds of dirty tricks to get reinforcements for the alliance.

"No problem, Grand Lord, I will go and persuade the Queen." The Red Dragon Queen had four spouses, one died in battle, one died of exhaustion, and the other, Krasus, had been in Dalara all the time and realized it late. His performance was not as good as Parthiastrasz, who was enslaved for rescuing the queen. In addition, when Garin rescued them, he said that it was Parthiastrasz who invited the reinforcements. The Queen believed that this perennial third in command was patient and tolerant, brave and resourceful, and had her favor, and was now firmly in the position of the second in command of the Red Dragon Legion.

"By the way, what was the result of the three dragon kings chasing the black dragon king?" Garin was curious. He didn't pay attention to it after the last fight. The main reason was that Neltharion was flying westward, and Garin's dark forces were not in the sea, so there was no way to find out the news.

"Neltharion escaped from the Maelstrom into Deepholm, the territory of the earth element. The dragon kings had no way of tracking him, so they could only seal Neltharion's entrance."

"Yeah, that's to be expected."

If the Black Dragon King died like this, he would not be Neltharion, but this failure would give birth to Deathwing, a destroyer who completely gave up his identity as the Guardian of the Earth.

"Gimli, get the Thorium Brotherhood ready. This time the Alliance is heading south to counterattack and take down Darkforge Fort. Thaurissan has been dead for several years, and the councillors of Darkforge Fort and the military have been fighting for power for several years. It's time to end this farce."

Jialin laid a nail again. The central part of the East Continent is the Chiji Mountains. Although it has now become a burning plain and a scorching canyon, the mineral resources are still rich. The farmers don’t care whether this place is suitable for living or not. As long as there are mines to mine, that’s it.

"No problem, Lord, the Hill Guards are ready to attack at any time." Jin Li said no problem.

Garin was about to say something when suddenly a reminder came to his mind that his fleet was fighting fiercely with someone on the sea far to the east!

"You follow the plan, Aragorn, Gandalf, let's go!"

As soon as the words fell, three white lights flashed by, and the three people disappeared in Grim Batol Fortress.

The distant Endless Sea was created by the Big Bang ten thousand years ago. It was once the center of the continent, and the huge whirlpool was the original site of the Well of Eternity.

Northeast of the Maelstrom, Gul'dan's fleet stopped.

"Gul'dan, why did the fleet stop?"

Gu'dan asked the old warlock.

"We're here!" Gul'dan stuck his head out from the bow and used his mental power to capture the unique energy in the air.

"Ah! What a delicious fel energy!" Gul'dan opened his eyes and said to Cho'gall, "The power we are looking for is at the bottom of the sea. It is an ancient temple."

"The seabed? Are we going to search in the sea? I'll cast underwater breathing on each warrior!" Gugal turned and left.

"Stop, you idiot. The seabed is so big, cold and dark. I don't like the wet feeling." Gul'dan called out to Cho'gall. "Why don't we just raise the land?"

This was not the first time Gul'dan had done this. In Shadowmoon Valley in Draenor, he led the Shadow Council to raise a volcano, which was named the Hand of Gul'dan.

Gul'dan was somewhat proud. This was a moment to show his strength. Although tyrannical clans and ogres followed him, as a warlock, every warlock had some dark thoughts. He needed to establish his authority.

Gul'dan began to cast a spell, closed his eyes and felt the special power. This power had the same attributes as fel energy. Gul'dan easily grasped this power, and then his mental power began to spread, covering the surrounding environment and pulling it upwards!

"Quick, inject your magic power into my spell, and help me pull this land up!"

The sky nearby began to darken, and the surrounding sea surface began to become rough!

The spell-casting process lasted for several hours, during which time the sea water continued to hit their boat, the dark clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, thunder rumbled, and the dark clouds seemed to be pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it!

Finally, a small reef appeared on the sea surface, accompanied by flames and thick smoke, and then the reef turned into a huge rock, and underneath the rock was a rugged flat land.

The sea water receded, and an entire island emerged from the sea!

With this ability to change the terrain, I would like to call Gul'dan the strongest warlock.