Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

The dawn of the Burning Plains was brighter than other areas. At this moment, a fierce battle was unfolding on the charred plains. Swords and axes flashed between humans and orcs, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and deafening shouts of killing resounded through the sky, while corpses were scattered all over the dark land.

The paladins of the Silver Hand were engaging in close combat with the wolf riders of the Warsong Clan. The wolves of the Nagrand Steppes and the warhorses of the Arathi Highlands were roaring in the battle formation. Their knights were struggling to hack and kill the enemies in front of them. Flashes of golden light could be seen from time to time in the chaos.

The battle on the black soil almost represents the peak showdown between the king of human land warfare, the Heavy Paladin, and the most elite, brave and capable wolf riders of the orcs.

"For the Holy Light! For the Alliance!"

Afterwards, the knights of the Silver Hand Knights each activated a different halo to increase the status of their teammates around them.

The triangular formation of Uther, Tirion and Dathrohan, who were leading the way, constantly inspired the soldiers behind them with slogans, and then fought hard to break through and tear apart the wolf riders in front of them. Uther's Hammer of Justice of the Light, Dathrohan's Armageddon, and Tirion's Blade of Cataclysm, the three of them wielded their newly acquired epic weapons, and every time they attacked, an orc was beheaded.

Hearing the war song beginning to resound behind them, the wolf riders of the Warsong Clan became furious. There were many wolf riders from other small clans around them. Regardless of whether they were elite or not, they were too much of a nuisance. Not only did they get killed, they also delayed their own attacks. Finally, they went crazy and didn't care whether they were friendly forces or not. They just used the back of their swords to hit anyone who was in the way and rushed to the front to fight with the Paladins.

Uther was the first person besides Garin to break through to the legendary level. His devotion to the Holy Light made the Holy Light reserves in his body quite astonishing. If Garin did not spend money, his endurance in fighting with the Holy Light would not be as good as Uther's.

Uther also felt that the wolf cavalry in front seemed different from those he had encountered before!

The number of Alliance soldiers is several times that of orcs, but under the leadership of this special group of orcs, their will to fight is particularly strong. Not only do they exchange injuries for injuries, they also do not give up even after being seriously injured and use up their last bit of strength to take down an Alliance soldier.

Brave!

This was Uther's evaluation of the orcs carrying the red flags.

No matter how brave and fearless you are, the alliance will win today!

Uther was firm in his belief, swinging the hammer of justice with holy light and hitting the head of the Warsong Wolf Rider in front of him. The head of the Warsong Orc was smashed directly into his chest. The orc next to him tried to launch a sneak attack while Uther was retracting his attack, but was beheaded by Dathrohan's Doomsday Greatsword next to him.

Not far from them, a strong orc with a bare chest, powerful muscles bulging with explosive power, and only a right shoulder guard on his upper body, was also killing people with his bodyguards.

This orc had black hair tied into a high braid, and the most conspicuous thing on him was a huge belt made of a skull. His body was covered with black blood, and the crescent-shaped battle axe in his right hand could rip open the human soldiers in front of him with every swing.

The silver-white armor of the Lordaeron infantry was like paper in front of him. It was easily cut open by the green hell messenger's battle axe, and then their vitality was taken away!

If Garin's telescope technique was focused on the army on the western side, he would definitely be able to recognize who this orc was at the first moment.

Even though Garin has some prosopagnosia and has difficulty distinguishing green-skinned orcs, this does not prevent him from recognizing the weapon in the hand of the strong orc!

Bloody roar!

This weapon has a great reputation among the orcs!

The name Bloodroar comes from the sharp scream emitted by the holes on the axe when it is swung. The skull inlaid in the axe body comes from an iguana man. Its first user once used it to kill six legendary Gronns. The hearts of these six Gronns were sealed in Bloodroar, giving it enormous power. The leather wrapped on the axe handle of Bloodroar is the skin of the strongest giant beast, the Clefthoof, on the Nagrand grasslands!

And the orc holding this legendary battle axe now is none other than Rogum Hellscream!

Rogum easily broke the infantry shield formation in front of him, and Bloodhowl swung in a sweep, cutting a large number of Lordaeron infantry in half, with broken limbs and arms flying all over the sky!

In a flash, Rogum cleared the area around him!

At this moment, Hellscream's anger and energy surged, and the strong smell of blood rushed straight to the Lordaeron infantry in front of him under his power. Even though they were already veterans of the battlefield, they were overwhelmed by his momentum and dared not breathe. Some soldiers who were not strong enough were even trembling all over.

Hellscream, who was like the devil of hell, also noticed at this time that the Knights of the Silver Hand were slaughtering orc soldiers not far away. Many of those killed were members of his Warsong Clan. However, Hellscream did not feel sorry for the death of his clansmen at this time. After drinking the demon's blood, in the eyes of the violent Hellscream, the members of the Warsong Clan only had killing and death.

When Hellscream's bloodthirsty eyes stared at Uther, Uther seemed to sense something and turned his head to look at Hellscream. The red eyes made the paladin feel a chill running from his back to the top of his head.

Strong!

Unrivaled powerhouse!

Roar!

Hellscream let out a shocking roar, then slapped the wolf under his crotch. The huge black wolf lowered its upper body, kicked its hind legs, and rushed directly in the direction of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Hellscream's personal soldiers followed closely behind.

"That's it! Human, die!"

Hellscream wielded Bloodroar and kept hacking at the human infantry that were in the way ahead. At this time, the Paladin wanted to stop Hellscream, trying to prevent him from disrupting the rhythm of Uther and the others!

As they got closer to Hellscream, these elite paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand felt a terrifying aura.

Ever since they converted to the Holy Light and became Paladins, that warm power has been constantly giving them strength deep in their hearts. They originally thought that negative emotions such as fear and cowardice had been far away from them, but they did not expect that at this moment a shadow would sprout in the Paladin's heart!

"Holy Light! Please grant me an unshakable faith!"

The paladins who can take the initiative to help the commander stop powerful enemies are knights who have absolute confidence in their own strength and faith. They pray devoutly and communicate with the power of holy light.

The next moment, several paladins transformed into golden angels, spread their wings of holy light, and rushed towards Hellroar without hesitation.

What greeted them was a deafening roar:

"Your holy light cannot protect you!"