Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

When the army approached, Garin discovered that they were a group of purple-haired tiger men. If he guessed correctly, they should be the Whiptail Tiger Men tribe living in Gorgrond.

A tiger man with the same blue-purple hair stood out from the crowd and came to Garin. Garin recognized him. He was one of the Black Tooth Shamans who had set out with them.

"Lord of the Holy Spirit, I am leading the two tiger tribes, the Whiptail Tribe and the Qihen Tribe, to welcome you!"

"You did a great job, the Four Emissaries of the Holy Spirit will reward you!" Black Tooth Shaman's face lit up with joy, full of hope for the future.

A large part of a shaman's power comes from the gift of elements. The more favored by the elements, the greater the power he can use.

"Take them back to Farela Valley. The orcs are trying to attack the territory of the Black Tooth tribe. Your chief needs support. Just leave a group of tiger men as guides."

In the white light, nearly 30,000 tiger people from the two tribes left the land where they had lived for generations, leaving only a one-eyed tiger warrior: Sunclaw.

Said to be the strongest predator warrior of the Whiptail tribe.

"Sunclaw?" Garin spoke to a tiger warrior who was running fast beside his horse while marching.

"Holy Lord, I'm here!"

The land here is similar to that of Talador, with cracked earth, gray soil, and withered large bushes. The once lush woodlands have withered, and occasionally a few clumps of green plants can be seen. This is much better than the area near the Dark Portal.

Moreover, the terrain of Gorgrond is mainly mountainous. As they moved forward, the surrounding roads became more rugged and the wind blew from all directions.

The surrounding mountains protrude from the surrounding cliffs like huge spikes, stretching in all directions. Garin guessed that this terrain was formed by strong winds corroding the mountaintops that had lost their vegetation protection, just like a knife edge!

"Do you know what powerful forces there are in Gorgrond?" Garin asked his guide.

"Holy Lord, this was once the territory of the Blackrock Clan, the Dragonmaw Clan, the Thunderblade Clan, and the Laughing Skull Clan. Later, the Blackrock Clan took most of the orcs and left here. Currently, this is the world of the Gronn. But half a year ago, a group of powerful black flying dragons came here. They began to compete with the Gronn for territory, and the survival of marginalized races like us has become more difficult!"

The situation was similar to what Garen had guessed. In the entire Draenor, only Gorgrond had a high enough temperature. There were hot springs and craters here, which were suitable for hatching dragon eggs. It was within Garen's expectations that the Black Dragon King would choose this place.

Later, Garen learned from Sunclaw that there was a clan of orcs and ogres on the edge of Gorgrond: the Mok'Nathal clan!

The Mok'nasa are few in number but very capable at fighting. However, their lives have been somewhat difficult in recent years.

The southwest of Gorgrond is connected to Frostfire Ridge. Ten years ago, the fire elements there rioted and a large number of volcanoes erupted, destroying the local ecology. The Frostwolf Clan and other orcs began to migrate, and another overlord of Frostfire Ridge also came to Gorgrond. They are the Dota Ogres!

The Dota ogres were also shameless and directly clung to the thigh of Gruul, the King of the Gronn, and exchanged the space to survive here at the cost of becoming slaves and subordinates. Without natural enemies, they multiplied rapidly and began to compete with the Mok'Nathal for the residence of the Blade Mountains.

The situation was not complicated. Garin figured out the local situation from Ri Claw's few words.

The orcs have basically left their birthplace, and the clan that Rexxar belongs to is not a concern. Although their individual strength is good, their numbers are too small and they are no match for us at all. So the main target this time is the black dragon.

Ahahaha, Neltharion, my old friend, I'm here to stab you!

"alert!"

On the mountain road, Jialin suddenly gave a warning.

"Raise your shield!"

Following Garin's order, all the heavy infantry in the legion immediately raised their shields!

About three seconds later, a large amount of rubble fell from the cliff above their heads. The shield wall formed by the heavy infantry protected the musketeers, and the rubble did not cause much damage.

Suddenly, Alleria began to draw her bow and arrows, armor-piercing arrows made from dragon teeth.

The high elves had very sharp ears, especially Alleria, whose wind power was strengthened by the Storm Altar. After a while, Garin also heard it. It was the sound of wings flapping in the air, and the force of this flapping was very strong and sharp!

It’s Dragon Wing!

Roars were heard from the cliff, followed by red magma gushing down!

It's the black dragon's magma breath.

The shield was burned red by the magma but did not melt on the spot. This was the latest equipment, forging technology of the Level 4 base of the Heart of Origin. However, the palms of the infantry could not withstand the high temperature of the shield and it fell out of their hands directly. As the shield fell, the magma injured many soldiers.

Garin looked up and saw a number of tiny black shadows dancing on the sharp spikes of the cliff, and then swooped down.

The baby black dragons were a size larger than war horses, and Garin could even see the spikes on their little heads.

"Ah!"

A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Just these dozen or so baby black dragons dare to attack a legion of 20,000 people!

I’m afraid I’ll have to give Jialin an extra meal tonight!

By the way, can black dragon meat be eaten?

"Whoosh!"

A fluorescent arrow was shot out, an ultra-long-range sniper. It was Alleria who took action.

The power of Sas'dorah made the arrow move very quickly, and it pierced through the black dragon's young forehead in mid-air. The dragon's scales had not yet fully grown, and the dragon was shot in the head.

"Musketeers, concentrate your fire, shoot freely!"

Garin gave the order, and his men were not slow either. They began to gather magical energy in their hands, and lava explosions as big as a basin shot out, directly smashing the head of a black dragon. The black dragon's body lost its power and fell heavily to the ground, motionless.

As the musketeers began their attack, dense anti-aircraft fire formed in the air. The Black Dragon's young dragon had already closed the distance when it tried to dive in close, and a large number of projectiles were shot through the Black Dragon's armor by the powerful thrust of the gunpowder.

It only took three minutes from the attack to the end, and more than a dozen black dragons became Garin's spoils.

"Are these black dragon babies brainless? Why are they attacking us?"

If hundreds of black dragon babies were dispatched, with adult dragons leading the command, then Garin might have retreated and called on the aircraft squadron and griffin riders to come over. But these dozen baby dragons dared to charge the army formation. Where did they get the courage?

Neltharion, can you do this?

This batch of black dragon hatchlings is the worst I have ever seen. If all of them are of this quality, Garin doesn't even want to capture them and send them to Lightforge!

The priests began to treat the wounded, and others began to collect the black dragon's body. Some began to extract its teeth, and some began to skin it. The dragon's whole body is a treasure.

Aurelia came to Garin and said, "Galin, are you here to cause trouble for the black dragon?"

"Of course I have to. Half a year ago, the Black Dragon King kidnapped you and passed through the Dark Portal. He beat me so badly. How can I not take revenge?"

Garin usually doesn't hold grudges because he took revenge on the spot. This time it was mainly because Neltharion was better at fighting than him that he had endured it for half a year!