Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Just now, Garen led Huln in the direction of Smygos, and passed through the interconnected caves and came to the deepest part of Nefarian's lair. Here, there are not only the treasures of Deathwing, but also a large number of black dragon eggs that have not yet hatched of the black dragon army.

There was no need to think about the treasure, as Smegos had already taken away all the collections in the treasury, which contained a lot of materials needed for the resurrection array. He had just said that he needed to return to the Blue Wing Habitat to hatch a new batch of blue dragons.

This was the moment Smegoth had been waiting for.

The Altar of Kings stores the souls of a large number of core members of the Blue Dragon Legion. Now that the materials for the resurrection array have been gathered, as long as Smygos gets the chance to steal a batch of blue dragon eggs this time, he will be able to resurrect most of the members of the Blue Dragon Legion.

Well, I believe that after Garin returns from ancient times this time, he will own shares in three of the five guardian dragon legions.

Garin was brought into the cave discovered by Hu En. There were indeed many dragon eggs placed inside. There were hundreds of dragon eggs. The dark shells were covered with spikes, and they were quite huge in size, much larger than the ordinary dragon eggs Garin had seen before!

Soon, Jialin had his own guess.

This should be a dragon egg containing the blood of the Dragon Queen. As long as it is successfully hatched, it will become the prince and princess of the dragon clan. As long as they are given time and rely on this pure blood, they will eventually become existences like Onyxia and Nefarian.

However, Garin is not a dragon, so we can only guess that they are dragon eggs laid by the Dragon Queen. We just don't know whether Deathwing fertilized these hundreds of dragon eggs.

It's such a laborious project, but he didn't finish it, right?

Otherwise, wouldn't he become as thin as Tyranistrasza who died in Grim Batol, and then die of exhaustion?

"Gallin, what should we do with these black dragon eggs?" Huen asked Garin after taking a look around holding the Hammer of Khaz'goroth.

In the eyes of the Tauren, the night elves have the most brilliant civilization on this continent, and Garen, as one of the strongest among them, should be knowledgeable.

"This group of dragon eggs seem to have been corrupted by the Ancient Gods, but I'm not sure." After Garin knew that the Black Dragon King was corrupted by the Ancient Gods, the other black dragon members were more or less affected by the Ancient Gods.

"Then destroy them!" Hu En raised his hammer, ready to smash the black dragon egg in front of him.

"Wait!" Jialin tried to stop it. It was just suspected to be corrupt and could still be saved.

Just cast them all in light.

After all, in his own time and space, Deathwing had already been killed by him, and the pure second-generation black dragon eggs had almost disappeared. Based on the principle of not wasting, Garen planned to collect them all.

Just as Hu En was puzzled, the black dragon egg in front of them seemed to be frightened. Cracks began to appear on the surface, and then a black dragon baby the size of a puppy broke out of the shell.

As soon as the black dragon hatched, it flapped its little wings vigorously and flew into Huen's arms, rubbing its little head against the minotaur's chin.

"..."

Such a dramatic scene made Hu En a little confused. Apart from his own calf, he had never held any other cubs in his arms.

"Gallin, can I not kill him?" Hu En thought of his child in the Thunder Totem, and for a moment he couldn't bear to kill the black dragon baby.

"can!"

Garin's words surprised Hu En: "Didn't you just say that they were corrupted by the evil god?"

He was just soft-hearted for the moment. Hu En had also witnessed the madness of the Black Dragon King. If this cub would endanger the world in the future, he would strangle him to death with his three fingers as thick as carrots.

"Fortunately, his bloodline is very pure, without any trace of the evil god's curse." Garin reached out and stroked the black dragon cub in Hu En's arms.

"Hu En, take him back to Thunder Totem. Once he learns Transfiguration, let him transform into a Minotaur. Teach him the skills of the Gaoling tribe and let him protect your descendants!"

The little dragon seemed to know that Jialin was the one who decided his fate. He raised his little head and rubbed Jialin's palm to show closeness. At the same time, he also enjoyed Jialin's head patting.

Hu En looked down at the little dragon, seeming to ponder Galen's words.

Garin was not in a hurry either. He believed that Hu En could not resist this temptation. This was the Black Dragon Prince, who possessed the pure blood of the Black Dragon King and had a long lifespan. The longer he lived, the longer the Gaoling tribe would be passed down!

"From now on, you will be called Ibyssian!"

In this way, Huen adopted a little black dragon and obtained the artifact, the Hammer of Khaz'goroth, and Garin collected the remaining hundred or so black dragon eggs. The two of them returned with a full load.

………………

While Galen and Huln were enjoying themselves in Highmountain, an event big enough to affect the entire world was brewing on Mount Hyjal.

Illidan had been riding on Mount Hyjal for several days, using his masked eyes to search for any possible danger in the dense forest.

There was no one around him, and this time Illidan was carrying out a secret operation alone.

The disappearance of the Well of Eternity made him very uncomfortable. He tried the method passed down by the upper elves led by Dath'Remar, which was to absorb the arcane energy in the air through meditation. He could still cast spells, but it was too slow!

Illidan's impatient personality can be seen from his unwillingness to learn the slow magic of the druids. Asking him to meditate is simply killing him.

But now Illidan is in a very good mood. In just a few minutes, all problems will be solved by him.

The night elves naively thought they had won, but only Illidan, who had been endowed with fel power by Sargeras, knew that the Burning Legion was endless, and those demons who died on the continent of Kalimdor would soon be resurrected in their homeland, the Twisting Nether!

As long as they are given time, they will invade this world again sooner or later!

Illidan must be prepared to resist the demon's invasion again. Today, Illidan will revive the lifeblood of the night elves!

Finally, Illidan found a place that satisfied him. It was an ancient lake located at the highest peak of Mount Hyjal, with a green island in the center of the lake.

Illidan patted the package around his waist. He seemed to sense that the treasure he treasured was also calling out to him happily, which made him more certain that his decision was correct.

Illidan took out a dazzling crystal bottle. As long as he poured the water from the Well of Eternity into the bottle, his goal would be achieved!

"Illidan! What are you doing!?"