Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Maraad lived mostly in Elodor in Shadowmoon Valley before the orcs began their plot against the draenei.

After the establishment of the Orcish Horde, Gul'dan began to sow discord between the orcs and the Draenei, and his sister Lelan was captured by the Bladewind Clan.

The Draenei scouts reported that the Bladewind clan was about to sacrifice all the civilian captives, including her sister. Maraad led a raid on the Bladewind clan, but when he arrived, he could not find his sister. The furious Maraad massacred the entire Bladewind orcs.

It was because of the corpses piled on the ground in Bladewind Village that the entire tribe believed that the Draenei wanted to overthrow the orcs.

During the following years of war, Maraad kept asking for news about his sister, until he heard that his sister died after giving birth to a half-blood baby.

He has also been looking for his lost relatives over the years.

After a touching scene of family reunion, the Draenei, who had recovered their strength, were welcomed back to the Alleria Fortress by Garin.

Maraad also met his niece's child Med'an. At this time, Garin said unkindly that the child's father was in the Nagrand grasslands.

"I bring greetings from Prophet Velen, High Lord of the Crusaders!" Maraad put his personal affairs aside for the time being. Although he discovered that Med'an had a very high affinity for the Holy Light, he had to complete his envoy mission before teaching his nephew.

"Sir Maraad, please call me Garin. We are all warriors of the Holy Light. We will fight side by side in the future and be brothers!" Garin had a good impression of this high-ranking garrison officer, so he tried to bring the two closer.

"Gallin, then you don't have to call me Sir, just call me Maraad." Maraad intuitively felt the huge power of holy light in the body of this little man. He was a strong man and he could not beat him.

"Then Maraad, let's go meet His Majesty K'ure and His Majesty Deori."

Garin took the high-ranking garrison officers to the center of the Alleria Fortress, where there was a spacious domed hall, which Garin named the Seat of the Naaru.

In order to rescue Deori from the void state, not only did K'ure consume most of his holy light power, but Garin also paid nearly 800,000 units of gold units.

It cost 1.3 million units of gold, a total of 650,000 Azeroth gold coins. The miser Garin, who was troubled by the headache, had his eyes twitching.

But it was all worth it. Two demigod-level Naaru and Garin signed a contract, exchanging the gold coins that could be accumulated for two powerful fighters. It was a good deal no matter how you looked at it.

Besides, the wool comes from the sheep. With only 1.3 million units of gold, you can make your money back by digging out a few mountains in Gorgrond or Spires of Arak.

In the Seat of the Naaru, Maraad saw two Naaru whom he had not seen for hundreds of years!

"Your Majesty, Kulei, Your Majesty, Deori!"

Maraad half-knelt in the Naaru's throne, placed his right hand on his chest, and performed a solemn salute.

A pleasant whisper of souls was heard, and even though the two Naaru were talking to Maraad, Garin felt a sense of relief.

As expected, all the Naaru are great charlatans, and this trick is really a perfect way to win over believers.

Maraad and the Naaru briefly talked about the current situation of the Draenei. The moment the orcs broke through the city of Shattrath, the Draenei were completely defeated. Then, because the orcs had killed enough Draenei, they retreated. They had a more important strategic goal: another world behind the Dark Portal was waiting for them to conquer.

In addition to a ruined city of Shattrath, there were also a large number of refugees. Prophet Velen led his people to hide in the changing Zangar Sea, and they hid there for seven or eight years.

According to Maraad, after the fall of Karabor Temple, Auchindoun and Shattrath, Prophet Velen only gathered less than 200,000 Draenei and hid them in Zangarmarsh. It is estimated that there are no more than 50,000 Draenei scattered outside.

Of course, the draenei that the high-ranking garrison officer refers to are healthy draenei that have not been corroded by the poison curse. If the Broken and Lost ones hiding in the ruins and mountains are counted, the number of survivors will be twice as many.

However, it is obvious that the healthy Draenei are unwilling to accept their diseased compatriots. Even when Nobundo later returned with a group of Broken Ones who converted to shamanism, they could only mine at the bottom of the Exodar. This can be considered a compromise.

It is no wonder that the Draenei who came to Azeroth in later generations were absent from this great war. They really had no population to recruit soldiers!

Even though the population of the Kingdom of Alterac, which was divided among various countries, was larger than his, in the end the Draenei could only contribute a little to the Alliance as technical advisors, war advisors, and jewelers.

As a bystander, Jialin felt sad and shed tears after hearing it. It was so tragic.

In the past, Garin thought that Velen was an unqualified leader who would just run away when faced with problems, and he was happy to be given the nickname of Velen Paopao.

Later, when Garen really came to the real world of Azeroth, he was able to understand the poor man Velen just by glimpsing the power of the Burning Legion from the documents in Karazhan.

How to say it, if the population limit of the Draenei is 1, and after Kil'jaeden joins the Burning Legion, he can mobilize an army of at least 100, then it would be vs in a head-on fight. How can Velen win? Anyone would have to run away.

Every step he took was like walking on thin ice. If it weren't for the Naaru crystal that allowed him to foresee the future, he would have typed GG on the screen long ago.

After Maraad and the Naaru finished their conversation, Garin walked out of the Seat of Naaru.

"Gallin, I have already communicated with His Majesty K'ure and His Majesty Deori, and successfully completed the task assigned to me by the Prophet. The Prophet and the two Naaru Lords hope that I can stay and serve as your advisor to assist in retaking the city of Shattrath!" Maraad said to Garin with his head down as they walked.

What a damn height difference!

"Welcome to join us, Maraad. However, I think you can take on another part-time job besides war advisor."

"Oh? What else does Garin need me to do? Apart from fighting, I only know a little about gem cutting, but I can find many excellent gem cutters among the surviving tribesmen." Maraad's curiosity was aroused by Garin.

"I have a newly formed legion of 10,000 people under my command, named Flame of Holy Light, but I have not found a suitable legion commander yet. I hope that you can serve as the legion commander of this legion while serving as a military advisor!"

Maraad was shocked. The command of an army of ten thousand people was given to him just like that. Did Garin trust him so much?