Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Sylvanas followed Garen's instructions, walked to the center of the Storm Altar, and then sat cross-legged.

Garin nodded, and the four spellcasters outside the Storm Altar began to chant spells to guide the energy contained in the altar.

Suddenly, there were lightning and thunder over Thorn Ridge, dark clouds gathered, and the wind was surging!

The Crusader Fortress has now become the most dazzling pearl in central Kalimdor. Many races from the Western Continent have come here to explore, live and look for new opportunities.

The night elf druid Naralex, the tauren archdruid Hamuul, the patriarch of the Darkspear clan who had just migrated to the western continent, and the witch doctor Sen'jin all turned their eyes towards the direction of Thorn Ridge.

However, when they realized that this was the core forbidden area designated by the Crusaders, they each went about their own business.

The Crusaders conquered the savage and predatory boar men, resisted the cruel and crazy centaurs in the west, reshaped the Barrens, and established a neutral and peaceful territory. At the same time, they also learned that human guardians were guarding the Crusader fortress, and Thorn Ridge was the location of the magic tower of the guardian mother and son. It was common for earth-shattering explosions to happen there, and now it was just a sudden change in the celestial phenomena.

Idiot!

The sky was filled with thunder and strong winds, which was indeed normal. Since the Storm Altar was named after the storm, the elements that could be attracted were nothing more than wind and lightning.

Sylvanas's last name is Windrunner, so the energy that suits her is of course the wind element.

The strong wind in the sky gradually overwhelmed the thunder, and the root of the tornado had connected to Sylvanas' head. Under the guidance of the four top spellcasters of Azeroth, the power of the strong wind slowly became gentle and entered Sylvanas' body from the top of her head.

All the runes in the Storm Altar were also lit up. Garin was also a half-participant in the transformation of the Storm Altar and was very familiar with this situation. It seemed that Sylvanas had a high affinity for the power of the wind in the air and the runestone energy of the high elves on the altar, and the two energies were fused quite well.

As the wind element was absorbed, the runes on the altar returned to calm again, and the sky returned to normal. Sylvanas sat quietly in the middle of the altar, seeming to be feeling how much her strength had increased.

After a while she stood up and walked out of the altar.

Seeing her sister's happy expression, Aurelia asked anxiously, "Shiva, how do you feel? How much has your strength improved?"

"Well, it's hard to say about my strength. The energy in my body has not stopped growing. I can only say that I am very strong. As for how strong I can be, you will know if you try it yourself, sister!"

Sylvanas said nothing more. Only by experiencing it herself could she understand the changes in her body. First, she found that she could feel the breeze flowing around her body, and at the same time, she could feel that the wind was helping her move when she walked.

Moreover, as long as she wanted, she could attach the strong wind to the arrows to attack at any time. Although she had never tried it, she could feel that she could do it.

Aurelia was already very excited, and when her sister said that, she looked at Garin, and she couldn't wait any longer.

An extremely large rune stone was dug from the high elves. The energy contained in it could supply at least twenty people, and the energy in the rune stone came from the Sunwell.

Among them, the high elves are the most suitable. They have been born and raised in the energy radiation of the Sunwell. They have been subtly transformed by the Sunwell and can directly absorb the energy of the rune stone.

Seeing Garin nod, Alleria walked in and the Storm Altar opened again.

The Thorn Ridge was once again turbulent with thunder and lightning, but this time the people in the Crusader Fortress were not affected at all and were not even startled.

The ceremony was over, and Aurelia walked down the altar with an incredible look on her face. "What a magical power! I feel like this power is just like my own, and it's not unfamiliar to me."

Of course, the entire altar is the property of you high elves. Do you see the gray tiles that make up the altar?

They are all made of rune stones.

Of course, Garin would never speak out his theft so blatantly, because he knew Sylvanas's resentment towards the brown-skinned orcs.

"Well, ladies, now that you two have successfully completed the ritual, let's go back."

Sylvanas and Alleria nodded. They both needed some time to get familiar with this new strength and develop the power of the wind.

A flash of white light passed by, and only Aegwynn and the other four tools were left, standing disheveled in the night wind of Thorn Ridge.

"You two should get some rest. I need to prepare for the next operation on the Burning Plains."

"Go ahead, don't bother us anymore."

Sylvanas couldn't wait to sit on her bed, closed her eyes and felt the changes in her body.

Aurelia shrugged, indicating that she was welcome to help herself, and followed her sister's example by sitting cross-legged.

Jialin was helpless. When he needed help from me, he gave me a big hug to buy me off. Now he’s letting me go after that?

Humph, next time I’ll make you beg me to stay.

Jialin walked out of their room and closed the door.

At this time, Gimli was seen supporting Muradin, and Kurdlan was seen walking through the corridor with Brian.

"Garlin is so lucky, he gets to chat with the two Windrunner sisters late at night by candlelight. Oh wow!" Brian, an expert in killing monsters, teased Garin with sleepy eyes.

"hehe."

Jialin smiled evilly, "Old boy, you can still make jokes. It seems you can still drink!"

"Come on, come on, you said in the afternoon that you wouldn't leave until you were drunk, and now it looks like you haven't had enough. Let's go, let's continue drinking!"

Without saying anything, Garen walked forward and took the slow-moving Muradin from Gimli's hands. With his other hand, he held Brian directly and walked towards the banquet hall of Ironforge.

Jinli and Kurdlan looked at each other, feeling quite helpless and could only sigh silently.

Brian's mouth!

Really owe it.

Later, a human legend spread in Ironforge that a human prince named Galen made the two most drinking princes among the Bronzebeard Dwarves drink until they fell unconscious, and Muradin and Brian slept for three days and three nights.

However, in return, the loudmouthed Brian began to spread the romantic affair between Garen and the Windrunner sisters. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that this was Brian's small revenge, but it was a pity for Turalyon, who was alone in the corner, feeling sad.

While gossip about himself was flying around in Ironforge, Garen didn't care about it. He had already arrived in the Burning Gorge in the south.