Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

“Sora…”

Brooks, who was hunched over, had a flash of light in his eyes and murmured softly.

"Draenor has been occupied by me. The Mag'har clan has formed an alliance with the Crusaders. Dranosh and Sora are doing well. They have begun training as warriors with Garrosh."

As soon as the names came out, Brox had completely believed what Galen said. His eldest brother who died young left behind a child named Sora, and Grom Hellscream's child was named Garrosh. Many orc captives knew these, but only Dranosh...

Dranosh means "Heart of Draenor" in Orcish. His brother Varok's child was just born when they left Draenor. Varok promised his wife that the child would be safe and uncontaminated. Before Varok passed through the Dark Portal, he asked the elders of Garadar to hide Dranosh to prevent the orc warlocks from finding him.

"Tell me, powerful human general, what do you need me to do?" Brooks straightened his back, a bit of fighting spirit surging in him.

Because of the changes that Garin's existence made to this timeline, the time of the time travel to the War of the Ancients was seventeen years earlier than in the original timeline. Brooks was still in his prime, and the tribe had just been defeated two years ago. He did not yet have the mentality of a warrior in his twilight years who was always pursuing heroic sacrifice in battle.

"It's not difficult. Just follow me to fight and kill the demon."

Garin gave Brooks a meaningful look and continued, "You should be familiar with the enemy. They are the demons who bled you to drink."

A flash of tyranny flashed across the orc warrior's eyes. He clearly remembered that nine years ago, they drank the so-called green gift under Gul'dan's instigation. Although that gift once made the orcs' fighting power surge unprecedentedly, it also brought the sequelae of tyranny, cruelty and warmongering.

Now all that remains is the illusion that the power once flowed in my heart, and more importantly, a tired heart and a weak body.

The IQ of the Saurfang family is not low, and Brox just prefers to solve problems with force. After two years of torture, he also understands who the culprit is, and the orcs are just a pawn.

Although he understood, he remained silent. Now he was just a captive. After witnessing the failure of the wise Orgrim, he didn't know what the future of the orcs would be.

"I have no objection, we can set off now!" The future of the orcs is a problem that Orgrim and the clan chiefs should consider. I am just a warrior, and killing the enemy is my mission.

"You come with me."

After Garin finished speaking, he put his hand on Brooks' shoulder. At such a close distance, the thought of resistance flashed through Brooks' mind, and he finally gave up the idea of ​​attacking Garin and let Garin act.

Fortunately, he didn't do anything, otherwise, with Garin's inhumanely high armor in his natural state, could Brooks, with his bare hands, break through his defense with his nails and teeth?

A white light flashed, and Garin brought the orc warrior to the fourth-level palace of the Holy White City.

At this time in the palace garden, a group of foreigners of various appearances were queuing up and waiting for something.

The first batch of demigod-level servants that Garin recovered have completed the transformation into followers, including two holy light creatures, five elemental lords, the twin birds of Alanka and Gruul, the king of the Gronn.

The people waiting in the palace now are the dwarf wizard Millhouse, the high-level priest of the high-level arakkoa, Eryx, the Claw King Aegis, the Broken Nobundo and Akama.

There are also two brown-skinned half-grown orcs, Garrosh and Yorin Deadeye.

No matter what their attitude towards the Crusaders was in the past, or whether their loyalty to Garin was sincere, there was nothing to worry about after they became followers.

The arrival of Galen and Brox Saurfang caused a commotion among these aliens.

Akama clenched the double sickles in his hands, and Nobundo placed his hands on the staff behind his back, but the two suddenly remembered where they were, and since Garin was also next to the green-skinned orc, they stopped what they were doing.

"Uncle Brooks!"

Garrosh shouted excitedly after recognizing the appearance of the green-skinned orc.

"Garrosh?"

After seeing this little orc that reached as high as his chest, Brox once again confirmed what Garen said about the fact that Draenor was unified by him.

"Uncle Brooks, do you have any news about my father?"

Garrosh was quite anxious about his father's whereabouts and asked directly.

"After Grom and Triple Blood Blade were defeated in the Battle of Blackrock Mountain, they teamed up to break out and escaped from the Alliance's encirclement. Now I don't know where they are."

Garrosh was disappointed when he heard the news.

"They hid in the mountains between Redridge Mountains and Burning Plains, and they were able to evade the Alliance's multiple encirclement and suppression attempts."

It was Garin who spoke. He learned the news after returning to White City. However, Redridge Mountains belonged to the territory of Storm Kingdom, and Garin had no interest in encircling them.

"I'll give you some time. After we catch up, Brooks, come find me in the palace."

After Galen finished speaking, he waved for Yorin Deadeye to come forward and told him to go back to Draenor to pick up Sora Saurfang. Then he left behind the two orcs, one big and one small, who were sharing information with each other, and took Nobundo and Akama into the palace to perform the conversion ceremony.

Garin asked many of his converted followers that when the ceremony began, they would receive an inquiry message.

"Are you willing to become a follower of the Lord of Origin and never betray him?"

When they chose to agree, their minds became empty, and the martial arts and spells they were usually good at were instilled with some new interpretations, which invisibly increased their abilities.

At the same time, a panel appears, which records their own information, such as name, occupation, specialization, and talent skills.

This is just a fortress follower and a profession hall follower...

After calling Alleria and Sylvanas, Garen calmed down and arranged the next plans for the Crusade.

The commander of the Draenor Crusaders is Medivh. He went to the ancient times by himself, and no one knew whether he would go back in a flash, and then come back in a flash. In fact, only a few seconds or minutes passed here?

What if he went there in the seventh year after passing through the Dark Portal? I don’t know how many years it will take for him to come back from the Dark Portal. He will have no place to cry.

After much thought, Garin divided the plan into three parts.

Aragorn was responsible for the development of the Crusaders in Arathi and Northron Highlands, while Gimli accelerated the cleansing of the opposition forces in Darkforge Keep and completed the unification of the three hammers as soon as possible.

Thranduil, a high elf-looking hero, was too conspicuous, so Garen waved his hand and asked him to lead the Gale Legion and the Thunder Legion to Northrend to establish an outpost to monitor possible undead movements and complete the Northrend map exploration achievement.

As for Gandalf, he was responsible for the development of the Crusades in Kalimdor, including the defense against the centaurs and...

Pursue Aegwynn!