Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"More than 100,000..."

Dath'Remar muttered to himself, his expression gloomy enough to drip water. Could these more than 100,000 people make him feel relieved? "Zin-Azsalin has a population of one million... only more than 100,000."

Jialin shrugged. He had done his best. "I only went to the south of the city. A group of dragons appeared in the east of the city. They helped the people in the east escape. As for the west and north of the city, I can't do anything."

Dath'Remar sighed, feeling sad about the queen's decision.

"Although I received your description of the future in advance, I never thought tonight would be so crazy!" Dath'Remar slammed his clenched fist on the table. "The queen has gone mad. She actually allowed the demons to massacre the civilians of Zin-Azshari! This is a betrayal. She betrayed her subjects. She said that the gods would create a perfect world for us, ruled by the upper elves, but what I saw was a brutal massacre. What kind of paradise can be built on blood-soaked rocks and scorched land?"

It seems that he was shocked by the massacre of Zin-Azshari. Even though Dath'Remar had other ideas under the deception of Galen, he still retained a trace of loyalty to the royal family, which was brought by his family's education.

It's a pity that Dath'Remar is a rational person and has not been completely brainwashed by Queen Azshara.

"You should tell these words to the allies you have contacted. They were unable to make up their minds before, but what happened tonight will make them face the reality."

Garin didn't want to comment too much. He hoped that the next time he and Dath'Remar would meet would be in the shrine ten thousand years later.

During this period, let Dath'Remar grow on his own into the tough guy with the Quel'dorei golden staff in one hand, Flamemeling in the other, and the wrath of the stars at his back!

After all, Dath'Remar is not powerful enough, and Thranduil, the inheritor of his heroic spirit, is unable to take off.

It’s a pity that except for the first generation of high elves who were relatively powerful, their descendants have always been on the road of being beaten.

After the founding of the country, they were almost destroyed by the trolls, and were finally preserved by forming an alliance with the Empire of Arathor. In the Second Battle of the Dark Portal, they were beaten by the orcs again, and were finally saved by the Alliance. Later, when the Undead Scourge broke out, they were beaten again by Arthas and his endless Scourge Army. This time they were beaten more severely, and were beaten to pieces. The Sunwell was also polluted.

Garen felt that the high elves were poisonous, so it was better to wait until later to rescue Kael'thas. Dath'Remar was so powerful that there was no need for him to intervene.

"One more thing. Don't use the life-saving scroll I gave you until the last moment. Even if you do, keep it a secret from everyone. This is a technology from the future. You can study it quietly, but don't record my existence!"

Garen was taking precautions in advance. What if Dath'Remar used the teleportation scroll himself and recorded it, and Kael'thas of later generations knew about it? Then he wouldn't be able to make his first pot of gold from him!

Das'Rema nodded to show that he understood. Then he looked at his descendant with dissatisfaction. He was expressing his emotions but he turned a blind eye to it!

"What are you looking at?" Jialin was unhappy.

"I am your ancestor, and you don't care about me?" Das'Rema expressed his dissatisfaction with his unfilial descendants.

"When I was born, you had been dead for more than 3,000 years. Where does the feeling come from?" Jialin thought to himself, where does the feeling come from? I am not your real descendant.

Das'Rema was satisfied and said no more.

Before, Jialin said that he came from ten thousand years later, and he had been dead for three thousand years, which meant that he could live to at least seven thousand years old!

This has surpassed the average lifespan of contemporary night elves, and even doubled it!

Dath'Rema thinks it's worth it!

However, if he knew that the night elves later gained immortality and each of them lived longer than him, would he be so angry that he died?

"Okay, Garin, you should have a good rest." Das'Rema was ready to leave to reach a consensus with his allies who still had a conscience.

"Oh, by the way, the guards in the palace just came and informed the queen that she would summon you tonight at night."

Oh?

Is the appointment paperwork ready?

Is the Queen so efficient?

"Okay, I understand. I will be there on time tonight."

At night, Garin suppressed his nausea and walked through the streets littered with corpses. As he walked, the staff in his hand, controlled by the skull at his waist, shot out fireballs, setting the corpses on fire, giving them a decent cremation instead of waiting to rot on the roadside.

Garin was not such a chaste person and blamed himself for not being able to save them. After all, he did not have the ability to save everyone. He was also familiar with history, so he took advantage of the situation and did his best.

The injustice has the head and the debt has the owner.

Azshara needs to bear the primary responsibility for this invasion and massacre, and Xavius ​​is the number one accomplice. None of the High Elves are innocent, even Dath'Remar and the ancestors of the later High Elves.

Today, in addition to Queen Azshara's personal maid Vashj, there was another person beside her in the palace.

Well, it’s an acquaintance, Captain of the Guards, Varoson.

"Oh, look who's here, it's my dear Prince Garin." Azshara seemed to be in a very good mood, probably because something made her very excited.

Queen Azshara waved her hand and let the captain of the guard leave with an intoxicated look. Varothen passed by Garin's friends and stared at the queen's new favorite, feeling very strange in his heart.

He felt that Prince Galin looked familiar, but he was sure that they had never met before.

Garin was recommended by Dath'Remar. There is no problem with his family background. He is indeed talented and knowledgeable. Now he has a high title. Without the queen's order, Varothen has no right to investigate Garin.

Finally, Varoson shook his head and left the palace.

"Light among lights, Your Majesty, I am here at your call!" Garin saluted.

"Jialin, have you seen the world outside? The messenger of God is erasing those imperfections to welcome the arrival of the God of Heaven."

"And you summoned the powerful god-envoy Mannoroth to pave the way for the arrival of the gods, so that I don't have to wait for the mediocre Xavius!"

Azshara had only met Mannoroth once, briefly, in the company of Vashj, and she had been overwhelmed by the god's powerful minions.

If the servants are so powerful, what about the gods?

"The gods will come soon, and the new world will belong to us."

"And you, Galin, you will become my first lord in the new world!"

Garen held back and listened patiently to Azshara's disgusting remarks, and finally heard what he wanted.

Vashj held up a scroll and handed it to Garen.

This document of appointment is equivalent to the title deed to Eldre'Thalas!