Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Gandalf persisted for another three days and finally completed the connection of the interstellar coordinates.

"If it's one more day, I will have to go back to the Altar of Kings and rebuild it!" Gandalf said with a haggard face.

"Thank you for your hard work, Master. The legion has been assembled and is ready to set off at any time." Medivh has brought the Gale Legion to the terrace of Karazhan, accompanied by a thousand wizards and more than nine hundred wolf riders trained in the animal pens. Garona, holding G'uel in one hand and Med'an in the other, is also in the team waiting to be teleported.

"Okay, without further ado, let's set off immediately. The prince has been in Draenor for almost a month. We should go over there to support him as soon as possible so as not to be missed by the prince."

"No problem, we can leave anytime."

Gandalf didn't say anything more. He raised his magic staff and launched a group teleportation.

Since the experience bar loosened, Gandalf and his men have been able to improve their strength again. After the battles in Grim Batol and Molten Core, they have been promoted to the middle legendary level. Combined with the enhancement brought by the artifact, the number of units that can be teleported has exceeded 10,000.

White light burst out. Usually, a group teleportation in Azeroth only takes one second, but this time the white light lasted for a full ten seconds, and the entire Gale Legion disappeared in Karazhan.

On the Draenor side, off the northeastern coast of Tanaan Jungle, on a large island called Ashran, a white light flashed, and Gandalf and his men were teleported over.

However, the landing place was a bit narrow, a shallow beach, and ten thousand people crowded this corner.

"Lord Gandalf."

Two high-ranking knights who served as positioning tools came over, but they were in a miserable state now. The new armors given by Garin were scarred again, and it was unknown how many battles they had experienced after landing on the island.

"Tell me about the situation here."

While asking about the situation in this world, Gandalf took out a magic potion and poured it into his mouth. Facing an unknown place, he needed to quickly recover his magic power to deal with the battle.

"This island is occupied by a force called Grayhammer Ogres. In addition to the ogres, there are two tribes of tiger men in the mountains. We have been hunted by the ogres these days and only found this deserted beach."

Gandalf nodded. Judging from the strategic map explored by the two high-ranking knights, this should be the east side of the island, behind the mountains, far away from the power center of the ogres and tiger men.

"Ms. Garona, you take Gu'ir and Med'an to find the prince first. I will lead the troops to conquer this island!"

Garona nodded. Returning to this world full of painful memories made her feel a little strange, but this time, she would not be tortured at all!

"The Wolf Riders go first to scout the enemy situation in the west, and the Gale Legion follows. We will capture the high ground in the south as a base!" Gandalf gave the order.

It would definitely be inappropriate to establish a forward base here. The terrain was too narrow and not suitable for stationing troops. Gandalf turned his eyes to the high ground at the southernmost end of the island, which was just the right size.

After having fun for many days, Garen finally waited for his reinforcements and confidence. Once Gandalf gained a foothold in Ashran and established an outpost, the wizards accompanying the army would be able to cooperate with Azeroth to open a constant small portal connecting the two worlds, and his own troops would be able to come through the portal continuously.

A flash of white light passed by the location where Garadar and Garin were, and Garona came to Nagrand with her two children.

Garona and Med'an have green skin, and Go'el has brown skin.

As soon as the two children landed, they saw Jialin and immediately ran over, calling him "Brother Jialin".

Jialin is the person closest to them besides their parents. He raises them, takes care of them, and cares about them. With his sincerity in return, Jialin has a very close relationship with them.

Garin opened his arms and hugged the two children. Well, Gui'er and Med'an were much stronger.

The noise here attracted the attention of the Mag'har orcs. Gaiaan came over with Aggra, Garrosh and Yorin. Because of his young age, Dranosh could not walk independently.

As soon as Gaiaan came over, she noticed the brown-skinned Gu'ir. As a shaman, she instantly felt a familiarity coming from her blood, which was the remaining guidance of the ancestral soul.

Gui'er also looked at Gaiaan.

"Are you my grandmother? I am Go'el, son of Durotan!"

Gaiaan was surprised after hearing this, and quickly stepped forward and hugged her grandson: "It's me, I am your grandmother."

"You smell just like what father described. It's reassuring."

Gui'er's little hands also gently hugged his grandmother's back.

Several little orcs looked at the grandparents and grandchildren with curiosity, and Agna even made a face to Gui'er behind Gaiaan.

"Dear guest, thank you for your help to the Frostwolf Clan. You will always be a friend of our Mag'har."

Look, this is what it means to be old and cunning, and to not act until you see the rabbit. Garin has been here for several days, but Mag'har has not shown any reaction. It was not until Gu'el arrived that Gaiaan expressed his opinion.

But it is understandable. The Mag'har are weak, the orc children have not grown up yet, and there are few warriors, so they cannot afford the losses.

"Ms. Gaiaan, I think we can set out to the holy mountain of your orcs. There are some truths about the orcs' corruption." Garin thought to himself that he should hurry up and get Ukre, and then concentrate on attacking and seizing the city.

"No problem, Galin, once I arrange the defense of Mag'har, we can set off as early as tomorrow!" After saying this, Gaiaan took Gui'er's hand and went to his residence.

Garona and Med'an stayed where they were. Garlin turned around and saw her melancholy expression. He said apologetically, "I'm sorry to have you return to this sad place, but I really don't have a guide who can move freely and is familiar with the world of Draenor."

In fact, Garen has many subordinates who are familiar with Draenor. Durotan, Draka, Gul'dan, Zuluhed and Samuro are all natives of Draenor. Unfortunately, after becoming Heroic Spirits, they have been bound to the Altar of Kings, unless they find new bodies to be resurrected by them.

Currently the only suitable one is Garona.