Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Varokar led his men to control Broxigar and brought him before Lothar. These were all achievements of Stromgarde.

Turalyon checked Orgrim, then turned to report to Lothar: "Marshal, he is still alive."

Lothar sighed, this was a terrible opponent.

"Save him, he will be judged by all the tribes in the alliance for slaughtering innocent creatures on the East Continent!"

Broxigar understood what Lothar said and knew that Orgrim was not dead yet, so he gave up struggling and obediently let the knights take him away.

In the distance, more orcs lost the will to continue fighting after Orgrim fell, but there were still members of the tribe who were still fighting. The Death Knights broke out from the encirclement of the Knights Templar and tried to escape.

At this time, a large number of powerful men from the Alliance gathered in the central army, and the struggle of the Death Knights on the battlefield was particularly conspicuous!

Uther's attention was drawn, and he roared, "It's this group of evil creatures again! The Knights of the Silver Hand! Charge! Destroy these evil creatures and purify them!"

The Knights of the Silver Hand rushed out, golden warhammers flying all over the sky. Talon Blooddevil had a look of despair on his face. There were wolves in front and tigers behind. He was doomed this time!

One minute later, the first group of Death Knights to appear in Azeroth was completely wiped out!

Their bodies were purified by the golden holy light and transformed into human-shaped flames, and finally turned into a pool of black ash and merged into the volcanic ash.

And in a place invisible to everyone, a large number of heroic spirits slowly rose into the air and were sucked into the Altar of Kings.

"Regroup, our encirclement is complete, capture all these orcs!"

In the west, Garen deployed the remaining 6,000 knights and tried to eliminate the Warsong Clan in Blackrock Mountain. Unlike the first group of orcs who came to Azeroth, they identified with the Horde, the united force of orcs. They united together and swept across the entire continent. They had a sense of belonging to the title of the Horde. Warchief Orgrim was their belief. When Orgrim was captured, this group of orcs no longer posed a threat.

When the Warsong Clan first came to Azeroth, they were not influenced too much by Orgrim. Grom was their belief. Once they escaped, they would be like a group of bandits, leaving hidden dangers to the eastern countries.

Of course, the main reason is that Garin has his eyes on Grom, a powerful fighter, and he must get him at all costs.

Unfortunately, Garin was still a step too late. When he arrived at the western front, he only saw a group of Nagrand wolves breaking through and moving away.

Among the wreckage of more than a dozen scrapped steam tanks, Jin Li was lying on the ground in a very ungraceful manner, with his armor torn in many places and a deep crack on his chest, from which blood was flowing!

The Wildhammer Dwarf Shaman was treating the unconscious Brian, and Muradin was guarding him with a worried look on his face.

"It seems that I am late?"

Garin muttered to himself.

"My dear prince, if I had been a little later, I would have returned to the arms of kings!"

There were many people talking around, so Jin Li spoke very cryptically.

"So, have you realized how weak your fighting ability is? Don't think you can rest easy just because you're the king. There will be many more crises in the future!"

At this time, Muradin came over with Brian on his arm.

"Garlin, I almost returned to the mountains just now! Fortunately, my father doesn't want to see me now. How is the situation over there?" Brian is so stupid that he can still make a joke at this time.

"Marshal Lothar and the Great Chieftain of the Horde are in a one-on-one duel. It looks like Marshal Lothar is the winner. The orcs are devastated!"

Garen had never worried about this battle. The army was right in front of him, and the Red Dragon Legion was still waiting for his call in Blackrock Mountain. Moreover, he had left so many backup plans in the Sword of the Grand Marshal, so even if Lothar himself lost, he would not die.

"Galin, after this battle, the war will be over soon, right?"

Muradin asked calmly, the dwarves had been under siege for more than two years, and all the dwarves' facilities in the mountains of Khaz Modan had been destroyed by the orcs. The entire Bronzebeard Kingdom was in ruins, and they needed to quickly resume production and resettle the refugees in the city. After all, it was impossible for Ironforge to rely on Garen to provide food all the time.

"In the cursed land in the south, there should still be some orcs guarding the Dark Portal. They are not strong and can be dealt with by any legion. The war is over!"

The subsequent task is to eliminate the orcs in the south and then close the Dark Portal. This will put an end to the second war between orcs and humans.

As for destroying the Dark Portal, Garin had never thought about it. Such an iconic thing was full of emotions in Garin's heart. He would rather send ten legions to stay in the Cursed Land than let it be destroyed.

There is Draenor behind it, and Garen doesn't want to give up this piece of fat meat that is within his reach.

Of course, talking about destroying the Dark Portal is a joke. The building built by Gul'dan and Medivh possessed by Sargeras is of a level beyond that of mortals. If the dragon army does not take action, the human countries and dwarves should not be able to destroy it with their magic level!

As for the High Elf Kingdom, perhaps moving the entire Sunwell and detonating it might be able to destroy the Dark Portal as well.

"The war between humans and orcs is over, but another war is about to begin." Garin said jokingly.

"Ok?"

Muradin was puzzled for a moment. This upright warrior did not understand what Garen said. With the current strength of the Alliance, even if the orcs from the other side of the Dark Portal made a comeback, the Alliance could still defeat them.

"Hehe!" Garin did not explain, but ordered the knights to clean up the battlefield, collect the orc prisoners, and deal with the orcs who still had the will to resist.

The other war is one without the smoke of gunpowder!

The alliance is now strong, stronger than ever before, but the reasons for its disintegration often come from within.

"Garlin, Terenas is not a good leader. The difficult wars ahead have covered up his selfishness. Without the pressure from the orcs, his little thoughts will soon become uncontrollable. Perhaps we can form our own small group, so that we can have more say in the alliance."

These were Brian's weak words. At this time, Garin had a higher opinion of Brian. At least Brian was much more politically conscious than his second brother, and he was not an explorer who could only mindlessly attack monsters.

"Small groups are necessary. Stromgarde likes to make friends with generous dwarves. We are willing to contribute our fine wine to you!"

Garen laughed loudly. After so much hard work, he finally pulled Ironforge onto his chariot. Now Stromgarde was a powerful alliance in the Alliance and was about to undermine the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

At this time, Jialin thought of something.

"Then Brian, Muradin, let's start our cooperation by building an underground railway from Stromgarde to Ironforge!"