Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

After Garin got the scroll, he became a little absent-minded. He only vaguely remembered the queen's instructions to Garin to remain loyal and to continue to go to Garhara to monitor the progress of the portal and to notify her immediately when the gods descended.

It seems that his Infernal Affairs was very successful and he even became the queen's confidant.

Garen himself did not expect that he had been interfering with other forces, from the werewolf Hogger to the goblin Gazlowe, to the red dragon Parthiastrasz, and finally Gul'dan who infiltrated the high-level Burning Legion in Hellfire Peninsula.

As a result, this trick became so popular that he himself became a grain of sand, the confidant of the queen of the ancient night elf empire, the title of prince, and the new lord of Eldre'Thalas!

It’s so unpredictable.

At first I just wanted to make some trouble, but who knew that gold would shine wherever it goes, and I accidentally got promoted to a higher and higher position!

In the following days, Garin was quite dedicated. After nightfall, he rode his Night Blade Leopard to Garhara to check in, and then slipped away.

Xavius ​​regarded this satellite city of Zin-Azshari as his sphere of influence and did not like Garen's arrival. However, Garen was now the queen's messenger. He was still useful to the queen before Sargeras came, so Xavius ​​did not dare to offend him easily.

Xavius ​​was very satisfied with Garin's behavior of not putting in any effort and running away after punching out. After all, Garin's talent made him jealous, so it was better to turn a blind eye. When the gods gave him more powerful power, he would seek revenge on Garin and the queen.

Garen was also very satisfied with the current situation. I have become a high-level official. Do I still have to be busy helping Sargeras open the door?

Not only did he not want to say it, but Savis also did not want to take the credit for himself, so the two of them maintained this tacit understanding and covered for each other.

When Garin was halfway out of Galhara, he would be teleported directly to Eldre'Thalas, a remote territory in the southwest of the empire.

On the first day, he took the appointment letter from Queen Aisalin and took office directly.

Having lost their connection to the Well of Eternity, a group of Sindra mages lost their ability to cast spells. Garen provided them with magic potions to replenish their magic power, and thus gained the support of all Sindra members with good reason.

Afterwards, Garin summoned Prince Totsedrin alone and killed him before he had fully recovered his strength. After collecting the heroic spirit, he performed a resurrection ceremony at the base in Dustwallow Marsh.

Garin's subsequent plan is crucial, and only the Heart of Origin can ensure that Garin will have a loyal subordinate. The master-servant contract cannot ensure that after Garin returns from the time stream, Tosedrin will still be loyal after ten thousand years.

After Garen arrived in Eldre'Thalas tonight, he went out of the city and came to the refugee camp and found Jace Darkweaver.

The survivors stayed in the Temple of Ishdir south of Eldre'Thalas to rest for the past two days. They were unable to recover from the experience of being hunted by demons in Zin-Azshari.

The moon priests in the Temple of Isdir were extremely busy, not only treating the injuries of the survivors, but also comforting their hearts.

The Moon Goddess priests use divine magic. Their spellcasting ability comes from their faith in the Moon Goddess and does not rely on the magic of the Well of Eternity. Therefore, their strength is well preserved.

They sensed through their thoughts and souls that the priest sisters in Zin-Azshari had met with misfortune, and at the same time informed the temples in various places of what had happened in the capital.

At the same time, the priests also requested food assistance. A large number of refugees came to Eldre'Thalas and had eaten up the temple's food reserves for this year.

The Moon Temple in Suramar received the news first. Tyrande informed Illidan about it, and Illidan informed Ravencrest!

"May the moonlight protect you, Prince Galin."

Jace half-knelt in front of Garin and performed a special etiquette that a retainer should show to his master, and Garin accepted the etiquette.

"Jace, have you counted the number of survivors?" Garin asked.

"Your Highness, the number of people evacuated from Zin-Azsalin is 250,813!"

"Among them, 180,000 were originally residents of the south city, and the remaining 25,000 fled from the east city."

Jace took out a scroll and read out the results of his and his former subordinates' hard work during this period.

"Most of these residents suffered minor injuries, but have recovered after being treated by the priests of the Moon Temple."

"Originally they were a little restless, but when they heard that you had saved them, the residents in the south of the city settled down under the leadership of the Yuyue family and began to hunt and collect wild fruits."

"…But even with the assistance of the Moon Temple, we still cannot guarantee that every survivor will get enough food. We can only give priority to the elderly and children."

Jace closed the scroll, signaling the end of his report.

"Don't worry about the food problem. I will provide you with the first batch of food later. The food supply will not be interrupted in the following months, but the quantity is still insufficient. This requires the people to reclaim wasteland outside the city and grow food."

"But... Your Highness, most of these 200,000 people are workers or merchants in Xin Aisalin. There is not a single planter!"

Jace was in a dilemma. He was just a Moon Guardian. He could lead people to fish and hunt in the vast forest outside. But this kind of...

Really not.

"I will send a group of druids over later. They will teach the people how to grow crops and fruit trees. At the same time, their fighting ability is not weak and they can serve as guards."

Compared to the flourishing Cult of the Moon, the Druid Cult is still in its infancy. After all, Malfurion has not grown up yet.

Garin was referring to the Claw Druids in the base. They knew some mid-level Druid spells and were familiar with plants, so they could plant some trees.

"Also, there is no need to stay in the refugee camp any longer. You can start organizing the people to settle in Eldre'Thalas. Although this city is not as big as Zin-Azsalin, it is large enough to accommodate more than 200,000 people. If there are not enough houses, you can expand it yourself."

"I have only one request, that the buildings must follow the principle of uniformity."

This is Garin's obsessive-compulsive disorder, there is no cure.

"But, Your Highness... I heard that Eldre'Thalas is the city where the Queen collects treasures. Will they let us in?"

"Now, I am the master of Eldre'Thalas. I am the new master of this city!"

Jess was shocked!

He made the right bet!

His chance has come!

He has become rich!