Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Tirion is the Grand Lord of Lordaeron and a senior shareholder of the kingdom. He is well-informed about news from the outside world.

He already knew the news that the orc chieftain Orgrim had returned not long ago, and he also knew that they had captured many orc concentration camps and rescued many orcs.

Of course, there was more looting of the Hillsbrad area, which caused countless casualties among defenders and civilians.

Tirion is worried that Eitrigg's fellow orcs will cause harm to the civilians of Stratholme while carrying out the rescue!

"We must go into the city, Galen!" Tirion said anxiously. Whether it was to save Eitrigg or stop the orcs from destroying the city, he had to go.

"Come on, I'll take you in!"

Galen asked Tirion to tie up his mount, then grabbed his shoulders and teleported to the dark stronghold in Stratholme: the Stonecrow Inn.

The location of the Stonecrow Inn is particularly good. It is located on the main road at the main entrance of Stratholme. It is surrounded by prosperity. At the door is King's Square, one of the main squares of the city. To the east is the Festival Trail leading to Elders Square, and to the west is the market area of ​​Stratholme.

Tirion put on the hood that Galen handed to him. After all, yesterday he had become an exiled sinner.

At this time, the sun had just climbed over the distant Alterac Mountains. Walking out of the inn, Tirion found that the light in the city was still a little dim. Except for a few merchants and vendors who were sorting their goods, there were almost no pedestrians on the street.

King's Square is where Eitrigg was executed!

Since it was still early, and Tirion had been riding at full speed all night and was extremely tired, he followed Garen to the second floor of the inn, chose a room where he could observe the entire King's Square, and began to rest with his eyes closed.

After an unknown amount of time, Tirion heard the sound of laughter and noise. He glanced at the clock and it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

Tirion stood up and walked to the window. He saw that a large group of people had gathered in the center of the King's Square. They were shouting to each other and joking excitedly.

From this position, you can just see the newly erected gallows in the center of the square, with a group of guards standing around it.

Soon, the group of people who tried him yesterday came from the west, but Tirion only saw Dathrohan and Uther, but no Daelin, the Archbishop and the Princess.

A group of knights in silver armor escorted a wounded old orc.

With the appearance of the orcs, more and more people gathered in the center of the square. Even women and children came forward, hoping to catch a glimpse of the terrifying orc monster.

Soon the crowd cheered and began throwing garbage and stones at the orcs. The knights, wearing shiny armor that gleamed in the morning light, remained unmoved by the hurlings from the crowd.

But it was bad luck for Eitrigg. He had no protection and his hands were tied, so he couldn't dodge and had many new wounds on his body.

Although the old orc was covered with wounds, he still held his head high with pride. He didn't want those who tortured him to see his dejection, and he would not satisfy the psychology of these abusers!

As Eitrigg was taken to the gallows, more knights and elite Lordaeron troops came out, including members of the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Stratholme Chapter!

They divided into two teams and separated the onlookers into the east and west areas of the square. King's Square was instantly emptied, leaving only the central area and the southern area leading to the main gate.

Tirion's heart began to beat violently.

Uther, the leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and Dathrohan, the legionnaire of the Stratholme Chapter, were well prepared!

They must have known that the orcs were coming to rob the execution ground!

But what if the orcs fail?

Facing such a group of elite warriors, he had no chance of kidnapping the old orc.

Tirion had no plan, not even a decent weapon!

In the square, the hangman is preparing the noose.

Eitrigg was about to die.

Tirion looked back at Galen and found that he was also looking at him, with no intention of taking any action.

Tirion was so anxious that he was about to jump out of the window!

Damn retarded!

Garen cursed inwardly and instantly cast Frost Nova to freeze him, preventing Tirion from jumping out the window.

"As long as I'm here, Eitrigg won't die!"

When Tirion saw that Galen had promised, he finally let go of his worry. He broke free from the ice under his feet and leaned against the window to continue observing.

A knight walked up to the gallows, and Tirion recognized him as his follower, the young paladin who had informed on him!

He shouted enthusiastically: "Dear Lordaeron defenders, I am glad to see you gathered here so early in the morning."

"The abominable monster standing behind me is a blasphemy against the Holy Light and is also our common enemy. It is his damned fellow man who has brought war and suffering to our country and inhumanely massacred thousands of our compatriots."

The Paladin said this, and turned back to look proudly at Eitrigg, who had a rope around his neck. "Therefore, we will end the life of this despicable monster without any guilt. Killing someone must be paid with a life, and blood debt can only be repaid with blood!"

The young paladin said this, and signaled the hangman to move Eitrigg to the trapdoor, ready for execution.

Tirion looked back at Galen again.

Jialin remained calm and composed, even pouring himself a glass of wine and drinking it. "Don't worry, I'm prepared."

What the hell, I wasn't prepared to make any move.

If the orcs of the Burning Blade Clan rescue Eitrigg, I will rescue him. If the Burning Blade Clan fails, the worst that can happen is that I will steal Eitrigg's body and then perform a resurrection spell on him.

Anyway, I have to be the final winner!

perfect!

The crowd cheered loudly and screamed for the blood of the orcs. Tirion had never felt that his own people could be so cruel and evil. Their suffocating hatred almost made him collapse, and he once again doubted his persistence.

The executioner put his hand on the flap's wrench. As death approached, the old orc's body trembled and he roared, trying to break free from the restraints. However, this futile struggle only caused the onlookers to laugh.

Unlike the onlookers, Dathrohan and Uther had solemn expressions and sharp eyes. They looked around at the situation in King's Square and the main gate, not missing any clues!

The young paladin raised his arm, ready to give the order to open the mechanism and end the orc's life.

Just at the moment he waved his hand!

Ah!

A scream was heard!

The onlookers only saw a huge battle blade suddenly appear from mid-air!

Then a right arm with a gauntlet flew up!