Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Garin, wearing the latest marshal suit made in the blacksmith shop, walked into the conference hall in a golden outfit, blinding the eyes of the generals and receiving a lot of looks expressing desire.

Losa was the first to come forward and patted Garin on the shoulder: "Good boy, your strength has increased again!"

As a great warrior in the late legendary stage, Lothar was keenly aware of Garin's strength. Even though he had restrained himself, Lothar still felt Garin's subtle pressure.

"War makes you old, Uncle Lothar."

Garin looked at the vast Mediterranean Sea in Losa and said intentionally or unintentionally.

During the one-year war, Lothar was under too much pressure, and Garin's many willful actions also caused Lothar to suffer a lot of criticism from other member states of the Alliance, but all of these were suppressed by Lothar.

Who told Stromgarde to respond to Lothar in everything during the war, providing soldiers and food when he asked for them? Plus, Stromgarde inherited the Arathi Highlands, the birthplace of the Arathor Empire, which made Lothar naturally have a good impression of Stromgarde. Plus, Garen had unlimited potential, so of course Lothar would favor him.

"Garlin, boy, remember to come find me in the Explorer's Hall after the meeting. We won't leave until we're drunk!" Muradin and Brian from Ironforge greeted Garin enthusiastically.

Thanks to Garin, Ironforge was besieged by the orcs of the Ring Clan for more than two years. It was all thanks to Garin who transported large amounts of food and equipment supplies from the back mountains that the Bronzebeard dwarves did not live too miserably. Otherwise, they would have to tighten their belts from top to bottom.

"No problem, Kudlan come too, otherwise I'm afraid you will fall first!" After agreeing, Garin did not forget to tease him.

"Hahaha, you arrogant boy, today I'll let you see how much a dwarf can drink." Brian expressed his dissatisfaction.

Kurdlan had a mysterious smile on his face. He would watch Garin slap these Bronzebeard dwarves in the face tonight!

"Okay, everyone is here, let's officially start the meeting." Lothar patted the table, asking everyone to shift their attention. "Garlin, we have driven the orcs to the Burning Plains, but you asked us to stop advancing. We need a reason!"

"The Holy Light gave me a revelation about the disaster that the Alliance might suffer!"

Garin stood up and said slowly, "In fact, I am not the only one who knows the reason. All the dwarves present know that the Burning Plains and Scorching Gorge to our south were created by the might of Ragnaros, the Firelord, and this Firelord is sleeping deep underground in Blackrock Mountain."

Muradin's sturdy body trembled after hearing this, as if he remembered the war he participated in when he was young. This was still fresh in the memory of the three Bronzebeard brothers.

The earth-shattering explosion in the Redridge Mountains was like the end of the world, and it allowed them to witness the power of the Firelord for the first time. Afterwards, the Bronzebeard dwarves shared some intelligence about the Firelord with the generals of the Alliance.

"Garlin is right. During the Dwarven Civil War, the Dark Iron Dwarf Emperor Thaurissan summoned the Firelord's clone. Later, the Firelord enslaved the Dark Iron Dwarves, but his clone slept underground. If we launch a large-scale legion battle on the Burning Plains, it might alert the Firelord!"

The words of Muradin, the prince of the Bronzebeard Dwarves, are highly credible. If he can prove this, it means that this thing is possible.

"Imagine what would happen if something unexpected happened to the Alliance's hundreds of thousands of troops? Therefore, if we want to eliminate the orcs in Blackrock Mountain, we must first suppress the Fire Lord's clone!" Garin continued to express his opinion after Muradin finished speaking.

But Garin's calm words made the generals in the hall look at each other in bewilderment. The Lord of Fire Element, the King of Fire Demons, these sound like legendary creatures like dragons. It is true that many generals of the Alliance have killed red dragons, and most of them have even tasted the meat of red dragons.

But that was a red dragon cub. A red dragon cub can fight back. But if a dragon king came, at least half of you would be scared. Now, it is not possible for humans to suppress the clone of the Fire Demon King!

Damn, we are about to win the war, and we can go back to our shameless aristocratic life. Now you tell me you want to kill the Fire Demon King?

Da Me Yo!

Garin looked at everyone.

Huh?

Just a moment ago, he was acting like he was an invincible general and could defeat the orcs. Why is he so cowardly now?

Am I exaggerating the situation or exaggerating Ragnaros too much?

"Everyone, we are not actually facing the Firelord ourselves. I have rescued the Red Dragon Queen in Grim Batol. I will ask her to send adult dragons to help us deal with the Firelord."

Garin paused, then continued, "And according to my intelligence, a group of black dragons have occupied the upper floors of Blackrock Spire. The black dragon army is fighting the Dark Iron Dwarves and the Fire Demons, servants of the Fire Lord. This is our chance!"

After Jialin said this, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became less solemn. It would be best to have a red dragon in the front, otherwise, with human flesh and blood, how can we face the flames that burn everything?

"After years of planning, the Thorium Brotherhood is confident of conquering Darkforge Fort. The war between the Alliance and the Horde is not urgent in this month. Let's wait patiently for a month. What do you think?"

Gimli expressed his proposal on behalf of the Thorium Brotherhood. The armors worn by the generals in the hall were all fine products made by the Thorium Brotherhood. It could be said that the Thorium Brotherhood had saved them many times on the battlefield, so they had a good impression of this group of Dark Iron Dwarves.

Lothar asked for everyone's opinions, and finally reached a consensus. The Alliance agreed to suspend the offensive and rest for a month. Then Lothar explained the reason for the suspension to the king and nobles of the Alliance, and announced the adjournment of the meeting.

"Garlin, are you really going to deal with the Fire Lord?" Prince Bronzebeard looked worried. He had actually seen the Fire Elemental Lord vent his power in anger. This was not something that ordinary people could resist.

"Don't worry, my friend, the Red Dragon Legion will help us." Garin said that he had to go this time.

In the Tomb of Sargeras, Garen obtained several artifacts, but there was no one he could use properly. The warlock profession is now a hated profession in Azeroth. The Scepter of Sargeras and the Skull of Tal'kiel are obviously unorthodox, and Garen does not want to be punished.

Blackrock Mountain has many treasures. Among other things, if Gimli wants to upgrade his Sulfuron Hammer into the Hand of Sulfuras Ragnaros, he must kill the Firelord's clone and obtain the Eye of Sulfuras.

And the Thunderfury, Blessed Sword of Windseeker, and Ashkandi, the Sword of Brotherhood that he had been longing for for a long time, were all waving at him in Blackrock Spire!

At this moment, the Fire Demon King and the Black Dragon Legion have been treated as artifact cash machines by Garin.