Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"sorry!"

“I’m so, so sorry!”

Arthas looked at the small mound outside the farm and muttered to himself.

Everything that happened in the past was still vivid in his mind. Everyone thought it was an accident and that Wudi had stumbled. Only he knew what really happened.

Arthas looked at the small mound and made a vow in his heart that if anyone needed protection, he would do it no matter what the cost, even if it meant sacrificing his own life for the well-being of others!

"Your Highness, His Majesty the King asks you to go back. Envoys from Stromgarde, Stormwind Kingdom, Kul Tiras, and the Dwarves have arrived!"

A guard came up behind Arthas and conveyed the king's new order to the prince.

"I'll be right back!" Arthas responded.

Arthas turned and left a place, climbing onto a new warhorse. In the past few years, he had focused on training his horsemanship and was no longer as clumsy and at a loss as he was in his youth.

Although the warhorse under his crotch was strong, well-trained and of pure blood, he still missed Wudi, the foal he had watched grow up.

The time for him to join the Silver Hand celebration was getting closer and closer, but his mind was blank and he had no idea what to do. He even had a disturbing thought in his mind: Was he qualified to receive the blessing of the Holy Light and gain the honor of being a core member of the Silver Hand?

When he returned to the palace of Lordaeron, this uneasiness was instantly thrown away as he saw many familiar faces.

The former Alliance Marshal Anduin Lothar, King Thoras Trollbane, Admiral Daelin Proudmoore, his martial arts mentor Muradin Bronzebeard, and three princes of the same age as him, Drake, Galen, and Varian!

Many years ago, they gathered together in Lordaeron to discuss how to deal with the great enemy of humanity. In the end, under the leadership of this group of people, the Alliance won.

Arthas scanned the crowd again, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes; he did not find the figure he wanted to see.

The girl who had deeply attracted him when he was a boy, her vitality and wisdom shining, became the white moonlight in Arthas' heart.

"Good day, your majesties, good day, cousins!" Arthas greeted the group of people.

The seven human kingdoms all originated from a behemoth thousands of years ago, the Arathor Empire. The current royal family are all great nobles of the former empire. Intermarriage between nobles was common, so it is normal for them to be related to each other.

Arthas is nineteen years old this year, Varian is twenty-five, Garen is twenty-eight years old according to his date of birth, and Drake is the oldest, already thirty. They deserve to be called cousins ​​by Arthas.

Everyone returned the gift to Arthas. When Garin looked at Arthas, his demigod senses were suddenly triggered, and he felt something strange in his mind.

"My child, when you were born, the forests of Lordaeron whispered your name.

My child, I watch with pride as you grow up day by day and become the embodiment of justice.

You have to remember that we have always ruled this country with wisdom and strength.

I also trust that you will use your great power prudently.

But the real victory, my child, is in inspiring the fighting spirit in the hearts of your people.

I tell you this, one day, my life will come to an end, and you, will be crowned king."

Garin was stunned.

"Cousin, cousin Galin?"

After the greetings, Arthas chose to go to the same generation. After all, the older generation had their own topics to talk about, and Arthas couldn't go over and bore himself. However, Garin's empty eyes and absent-minded expression made Arthas a little dissatisfied.

Drake had the best relationship with Garin. He patted Garin on the shoulder to wake him up from his daze.

"What's wrong, Garin?" Drake waved his hand in front of Garin's eyes and asked with concern.

"Oh! I'm fine," Jialin laughed. He couldn't say that a fragment of a loving father and a filial son just flashed through his mind.

"Long time no see, Arthas!" Garin came back to his senses and greeted Arthas.

Arthas concealed his dissatisfaction and responded to Garin politely.

Arthas was confident at this time. When he was a teenager, the girl said that Garin was the strongest knight, which deeply stimulated the young prince. Later, he held his anger and concentrated on practicing hard.

Finally, he seemed to have made up the difference!

He could sense that Varian and Drake were not much different from him, and Garen might be a little stronger than him, but he estimated that his strength was limited.

Everyone’s upper limit is legend. I’m still young, and I will be the winner in the end!

So Arthas put aside his previous jealousy and began to chat with the three princes while drinking mead, trying to integrate into their circle.

Garin took a sip of wine, staring at the young prince of Lordaeron inconspicuously, still thinking about his half-god perception that was sometimes effective and sometimes not.

Perhaps the one in the Arctic continent is already looking for his death knight!

Garin could only guess this way. The current alliance had been changed beyond recognition by him, and many things had changed. The events in Garin's memory might not necessarily happen again.

Now the land in the Eastern Continent has basically been distributed. The Arathi Highlands is located in the heartland of humanity. The developable areas of Northeron and the Wetlands have been developed over the years. Many base farmers have settled in these two pieces of land.

Garen's training plan in Draenor has achieved outstanding results. Now, in addition to the Scarlet Flame, Raging Tide, Stone, Gale and Thunder Legions, Omar, Heni's five infantry legions and Varokar's Knights have all been transferred to become more advanced types of troops.

The remaining two million infantrymen and musketeers have now become local garrison troops. Only when these ten main combat corps suffer losses can they be replenished by these one million garrison troops.

I'm strong and want to have fun!

According to the news Thranduil sent back from Northrend, Ner'zhul's real-time strategy was going smoothly, and he would soon be able to recruit his first group of troops and successfully create his first general: Anub'arak, the crypt lord from the underground spider kingdom.

Perhaps Kel'Thuzad is also about to begin his destiny.

Oh my, the script that Jialin had been looking forward to has begun to turn the page. Now that he has transcended the fate of a chess piece and has the qualifications to play chess, the situation in the East Continent should also change.