Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Everyone present felt a little intimidated by the millions of orcs. After all, they were all defeated by the Horde. Which of the ogres, raven men, tiger men, and draenei had not been pinned to the ground by the Orc Horde?

But that was the orc tribe that drank the devil's blood. Now the power of the devil's blood in the stupid orcs' bodies has begun to fade, and the sequelae have already appeared. It would be good if only one-third of the orcs can fight.

"According to my intelligence, the orcs' fighting power increased exponentially after they drank the demon's blood a few years ago. Mistress Gaiaan and Prophet Velen should know this very well. After a few years of digestion, although this evil power is extremely powerful, the sequelae are also quite serious. With the passage of time, not only has the power of the demon blood begun to fade, but the sequelae have also begun to appear."

"At least half of the young and strong have lost their fighting power and become listless and have no fighting power at all!"

The crowmen, ogres and tigermen were all shocked, obviously quite surprised, the chance for revenge had come.

"The Crusaders can mobilize a force close to 100,000 troops. You have all seen the fighting power of 100,000 elite soldiers."

After these words were spoken, the expressions of the Crow Man, the Tiger Man, and the Ogre became quite interesting.

"But Draenor is still your world. The Crusaders can help you temporarily, but not forever. You are the main force to save Draenor."

After Jialin finished speaking, he waited quietly.

The numerous representatives looked at each other, each with their own plans in mind.

Gui'er behind Gaiaan moved his body, as if he wanted to say something to support his elder brother Garin, but was quickly pulled back by Yolin Deadeye.

Garin sighed. After all, Gui'er was just a little orc who was less than ten years old. Even though he was very powerful and held a high position, he still lacked experience.

First, the races of Draenor are now too weak to withstand any turmoil. At this time, the decision on the future of each race should not be made by Go'el, but by Gaiaan!

Secondly, leaders are leaders because of the heavy burden on their shoulders. Many times they cannot succumb to the deepest emotions and desires in their hearts. They can’t hit anyone they want. Protecting the people and continuing the survival of the race are their most important responsibilities.

At least Garen felt that Orgrim was a qualified leader. He worked tirelessly for the future of the orcs and restrained many of his inner desires.

In the end, it was the Crowman priest Vax who spoke first. The IQ of these Crowmen was no worse than that of dwarves and goblins, and now that they were a newly conquered race, they had to perform well.

"Your Majesty! The high-level Crowmen can dispatch two legions. The Legion of the Rising Sun and the Legion of the Dawn can serve as the air force!"

Garin gave Vax an approving look.

Vax was secretly delighted, thinking that this was a good deal, even if the Legion of the Rising Sun and the Dawn were completely wiped out, as long as Garin could help the God of the Sun to revive, then the high-level Crowmen of Tongtian Peak would be able to return to the top sooner or later.

At this time, an exiled Crow Man hurried into the Hall of Holy Light.

"Aiska?"

The Sun Priest Vax frowned and recognized this old enemy among the exiles!

"Skettis is willing to send out a group of arakkoa mages to contribute to Draenor!"

Garin was very surprised. When he left Arak Peaks, he had forgotten about the Exiled Crowmen. Well, it was definitely not because they were too ugly.

And Anzu didn't like these Crowmen cursed by the power of Sete, and he helped them in order to prevent the curse from spreading.

This group of unloved exiles somehow found out about the Shattrath Summit and shamelessly came here.

The figure of Aigis flashed through Garin's mind. Maybe it was this fake King of the Sharp Claw who tipped off the person. This guy deserved a beating.

Although it was harmless, Garin still clenched his hands, as if he was looking for the feeling of a whip.

With the Crow Man taking the lead, the remaining representatives spoke one after another.

"Thirty thousand Kurenai Broken Ones are at your command!"

"The Tiger Tribe can dispatch 20,000 warriors!" The Cold-Eyed Prophet gritted his teeth. He saw the prosperity of the Tiger People from the ceremony, but this prosperity came at a price. Now, the entire Draenor Tiger People, except for the Bloodmand Clan of Arak, the other eight clans, Blackfang, Bladejaw, Swiftleopard, Bladethroat, Sharpclaw, Howling Claw, Airscar and Whiptail, have a combined population of just over 100,000.

The weakest tiger man has made a huge investment, and the two ogre forces are not to be outdone and have expressed their willingness to send out 20,000 to 30,000 troops. Moreover, the Dota ogres said that their Gronn masters will also participate in the war.

Eventually the pressure fell on Gaiaan and Viren.

Mistress Gaiaan was a little hesitant. Although there were 500,000 orcs in the entire Nagrand, most of them were the old and weak from various tribes. Perhaps in a dozen years, when the children grew up, they could dominate one side, but now there was only one warrior from the Frostwolf clan who could be dispatched.

After gritting their teeth, this group of pure-blooded orcs must take a stand and correct the mistakes of those tribesmen who have committed heinous crimes!

"The Nagrand orcs dispatched 30,000 warriors!"

After saying this, Madam Gaiaan said nothing more.

Finally, only Velen was left. The old charlatan stroked his snow-white beard and said, "I will personally lead the Velen Shield Legion to the front line. It's time to make a final decision with the tribe and the masters behind them!"

All the Draenei civilians have been transferred to Azeroth. The prophet, no longer worried, is no longer timid. The prophet known as Velen has the courage and awareness to fight to the death. Velen from the parallel world was able to sacrifice his life to purify the Dark Star. Now the disasters in Karabor Temple and Shattrath City make the prophet heartbroken, and Velen is desperate to go to the front line in person.

By piecing together these things, the creatures of Draenor formed a coalition army of 160,000 to 170,000 people. It turned out that people were forced to do things.

Together with the ten legions of the Crusaders, it was barely enough.

The most important thing is that the coalition has enough high-end combat power, including several demigods. If the demon on Kil'jaeden's throne does not react and is supported by a few big demons, the tribe led by Ner'zhul may not be able to withstand it.

"That's great. The Draenor Alliance will attack Tanaan Jungle from the Path of Glory in the west, and the Crusaders will land around the Dark Portal in the east to attack Hellfire Citadel from both sides!"

"I propose that the Western Alliance be commanded by Prophet Velen. I wonder if you have any objections."

The representatives of all tribes looked at each other. The combined age of all of them was not even a fraction of Velen's.

Zhen·I have eaten more salt than they have eaten rice.

In this way, Velen was elected commander-in-chief of the Draenor Alliance based on his age advantage.