Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Apart from the arms, there were only some battleships and newly built destroyers. With the end of the war, the first naval fleet of the Crusaders was officially established. In view of the principle that what belongs to his son is what belongs to him, Solas personally gave this fleet the name: Arathi Storm.

Not only that, the old king also named the naval commander's flagship the Sea Eagle.

The nominal commander of the fleet was Duke Garin of Tokal, but the actual commander of the entire naval fleet was Adjutant Taylor.

After the war, everything went on track as Garin had expected.

Jialin can finally relax.

Then he pointed out the long-lost lottery system. In the past two years, the legion composed of base troops has fought in hundreds of battles. Large-scale battles include the Hillsbrad Landing, the liberation of Aerie Mountain in the Hinterlands, the Battle of South Eversong Woods, the Assault on Sebnuvar, the Battle of Lordaeron Royal City, the liberation of Grim Batol, and the Battle of Blackrock Mountain.

In addition to large-scale battles, there were also many small-scale battles, such as the siege of Dun Morogh, the siege of Saurfang, and so on.

There are a total of twenty-three battles that have been recognized by the Heart of Origin and given the opportunity to draw a lottery. Garin is going to have a great time today.

"Start the lottery!"

For a moment, the screen was full of treasure icons. Garin was now a worldly-wise man and was immune to those ordinary equipment treasures. Moreover, most treasures could be made in the real world through forging and enchanting. Only truly rare items could arouse his interest.

Thirty-three consecutive draws!

Flame cloak?

What use do you want!

Colemand escapes dagger?

I can flash myself!

Amulet of the Wild?

Tasteless!

Ball of lightning?

Okay.

As the treasure icons were drawn one by one, Garin's thirty-third draw ended.

Overall, the harvest was not satisfactory, but the purpose of the lottery was to create excitement, and winning a treasure was an unexpected surprise, so Jialin was in a very good mood.

A bunch of magical treasures that seemed dispensable to Garin were put into his backpack, including cloaks, daggers, magic balls and the like.

There were also unexpected gains, four dragon eggs, two from blue dragons, one from a green dragon, and one from a black dragon.

There are real treasures!

Ancient tree of knowledge!

The Tree of Eternity!

market!

Magic Fountain!

These four treasures have the highest gold content, which is pretty good. At least thank you for participating!

As he was thinking, Garin narrowed his eyes. Aurelia also stopped running and returned to Garin's side, looking at him quietly.

Kalimdor continent, southwest corner.

A fierce battle had just ended in the desert of Silithus. There were more than a dozen large pits on the desert, and many severed stone pillars around them. The cut surfaces of the stone pillars were smooth and shiny, and they looked like they were cut by divine weapons. In fact, they were caused by wind spell attacks.

The core of a wind element lies on the sand. A wooden totem covered with runes is absorbing the essence of the element's core, which can be considered the soul of the element.

A dull long sword was stuck in the sand next to it. A middle-aged man in a crow feather robe walked forward and pulled out the peculiarly shaped one-handed sword.

"Is this the sword that the High Lord has been dreaming of? It doesn't even look as good as the Sword of the Brotherhood that he has now."

"Maddie, that's because the sword has fallen asleep. It needs the blessing of the elements and a sharpening."

A lady picked up the elemental totem next to her, which had absorbed all the essence of Wind Prince Sunderland. Perhaps the summoned Wind Prince no longer had the strength of a demigod, otherwise the elemental totem would have exploded on the spot. However, judging from the combat power just now, the legendary level should be able to be retained. Moreover, the quality of the Wind Prince was very high in the past. He was an element that defeated Ragnaros, and he may be able to return to the peak in the future.

"Mother, we should go back. Gandalf has been guiding the spell for several days. In the next few days, we should be able to accurately locate Draenor, the homeland of the orcs. We still have a mission to complete."

"Let's go back!"

The staff floating behind Aegwynn waved by itself, and a portal appeared beside the two of them. Then the two of them left the desert through the portal.

Karazhan is the best ley line intersection point Medivh could find. Even better is the location of the Sunwell in the High Elf Kingdom, which they cannot use.

The guardian built a small mana pool here to restore consumed mana.

At this time, Gandalf was casting spells beside the magic pool. He put one hand into the magic pool and held a staff of the same orchid in the other hand.

Ebonchill is a staff that is very suitable for frost-specialized mages. When Medivh was possessed by the Dark Titan, he designed to induce the Eredar demon to kill the owner of the staff. Now Medivh and his mother have taken the staff back from the Eredar.

Gandalf looked at the return of Medivh and Aegwynn, and his originally expressionless face immediately revealed an expression of despair, and he rolled his eyes at the two of them.

"Gandalf, just hold on a little longer. After all, you are the most proficient in mass teleportation spells." Medivh comforted the white-robed wizard.

"Shut up, Maddie. You were the one who built the Dark Portal. Shouldn't you be the one who knows the coordinates of that world best?"

After days of channeling spells, Gandalf felt his old waist was stiff, and he was in a terrible mood.

"I can open the Dark Portal and reconnect Draenor, but the Alliance has built Nethergarde in the Cursed Lands. Modera of the Kirin Tor and Rothman of the High Elves are taking turns to monitor the gate. There is nothing I can do."

Medivh shrugged and gave Gandalf a helpless look.

"Let's go, Maddie. Let's go summon the Frost King Ahune. The prince needs only one element of water among the four elemental spirits he needs."

Medivh and Aegwynn then left the pool of magic, leaving Gandalf to continue his magic in silence.

In the Holy White City, Gu'ir was brought by Garona to Garin's fourth-level palace.

Three figures were waiting for them in the palace. One of them was wearing a black robe, and his face could not be seen clearly. There was a blue and white halo on the black robe. Next to the black robe were Durotan and his wife.

"Gu'el, the messenger of the three bosses, is here." Garona brought him here and left the palace. It was a rare opportunity for her to return to the Holy White City, and she couldn't wait to meet Med'an.

"Father! Mother, you are here!"

Young Gui'er was very happy and rushed to his mother. He hadn't seen his parents for some time.

Draka stroked Gui'er's head with his palm, which made the little orc look very enjoyable.

"You can start."

There was no emotion in Durotan's voice. If this black robe was still alive and had not pledged allegiance to the High Lord like them, he would definitely rush up to him and break his neck, and then kick his head like a ball!

"Haha, it will be quick, don't worry."

After saying that, the man in black robe raised his right hand in a grabbing gesture, and then a faint green light emerged from Gui'er's body and gathered in the palm of the man in black robe.

Gu'ir in Draka's arms had now changed from green skin to a little brown orc.