Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

On the top of Razor Hill, Gandalf and Aegwynn were accompanying Galen looking south.

The orcs are building a fortress on the site of Tiragarde Keep using local materials.

"Great Lord, these tens of thousands of orcs and the high-ranking knights in the Crusader Fortress can be dispersed with one charge, and completely crushed with two charges. Why are you going around in circles and playing this kind of game of house with them?"

Aegwynn, who is over 800 years old, still looks like a woman in her thirties. However, compared to the coldness when Garin first met her, Garin actually sensed a hint of charm in her.

Lao Gan is mighty!

Old Gan is still as skilled as ever!

"Master's wife, this group of orcs can be said to be the most elite among the orcs that invaded Azeroth!"

Grom Hellscream and his Warsong Clan, as well as the son of Orgrim who expelled Blackhand, absorbed the men of the separated Blacktooth Clan. Although the Blackrock Clan suffered two-thirds casualties in the battle, it still should not be underestimated.

In addition to these two groups of people, the remaining orcs are veterans from other clans. Although these veterans are not as determined as the Warsong Clan in fighting, and cannot get rid of the sequelae of the demon's blood, and are still in a daze, Garin has plenty of ways to restore the fighting effectiveness of these veterans.

So, what Aegwynn said about two charges was not true. It would take at least five rounds of charges to completely crush their momentum.

"There are also Orgrim and Grom. One of them is the spiritual commander of the old tribe, and the other is the god of war of the old tribe. If I want to subdue this group of top fighters, I have to make them convinced."

There are too many spies in the countries of the Eastern Continent. Central Kalimdor is the territory of the Crusaders, and Garen chose this place as the end of the old orc tribe.

"Chief Cain, Archdruid Naralex, and Prophet Velen will all arrive tomorrow. We need to prepare tonight, gather 200,000 troops, and directly surround the orc camp to give them a decent end."

"No problem, Lord."

Gandalf, as the commander-in-chief of the Crusaders in Kalimdor, turned and left, preparing to summon the vassals under the Crusaders to prepare elite warriors. When Aegwynn saw Gandalf leaving, she also left.

"High Lord! Orgrim and the others..." The translucent heroic spirit Durotan had been in charge of Durotar. This time, when he learned of Garen's plan, he applied to come along.

"Don't worry, they won't die, but they will spend the rest of their lives fighting. For every life on Azeroth that the green-skinned orcs kill, the orcs of the old tribe will have to atone for it with a hundred times the amount of demons, until the Azeroth Protoss awakens!"

Garin couldn't be said to be a racist who believed in human supremacy, but he knew his position. As a prince of the human race, he had to sit in the right position, and doing things like Jaina was not an option for him.

The orcs who invaded Azeroth were either enslaved or killed.

After listening to this, Durotan said nothing more.

This is already a good ending. The orcs were corrupted by the demon's blood and committed great killings and sins. It is already good enough that Orgrim and Grom were able to keep their lives.

Moreover, serving the great lord for life is also a good choice!

Under the mountains in the south, the orcs were busy all day. Only a prototype of the fortress was built, but the orcs were still excited.

They are finally free!

They will soon have their own new home!

Beside the campfire, Orgrim's feeling of fear became more and more intense, as if the sky was about to fall!

This made him feel uneasy, and Grom noticed something was wrong with him.

"Captain, what's wrong?"

"I have a bad feeling, as if we are about to face a disaster!" Orgrim took a long breath. He only dared to say this to Grom. If the news got out, the orcs would lose their morale.

"How could that be? I took scouts to survey the terrain within a radius of 50 kilometers. Apart from a barren expanse of red, there are only a large number of quilboar living in the valley to the west. With our fighting power, even if there are ten times more quilboar, they are no match for us!" Grom responded to Orgrim while tearing a giant crab off the seashore with his bare hands.

This big crab was extremely plump, the male had full crab glue and the female had delicious crab roe. Grom had not eaten such delicious food for a long time.

"No, my pressure doesn't come from the boar people!"

Orgrim still believed in his own judgment, and this vigilance saved him many times.

Moreover, the sensation was even stronger this time. He did not feel such pressure even when he had a decisive battle with the Alliance at Blackrock Mountain.

"Grom, increase the number of soldiers on guard at night by ten times. We must not let our guard down."

"Yes, yes, Chieftain."

Only Orgrim could make Grom obey his orders wholeheartedly. After he finished eating the crab, he stood up and was about to make arrangements when he was stopped by Orgrim again.

"and many more!"

"Go ask the tribesmen on the same boat with the goblin Blackseid today if they have talked about the tiger people in Draenor or any related topics!"

Although Grom looked confused, he still did as he was told.

Although our Mr. Hellscream is powerful in combat and intelligent, he is used to solving problems with force. When it comes to strategy, he thinks it is better for him to just follow the orders of the Great Chief.

"I hope this is just my illusion!"

"The tribe really can't afford the loss!"

Ever since he broke through all the concentration camps in Hillsbrad and Silverpine Forest, before he had time to liberate his people in Stromgarde, he felt that there was an invisible hand controlling everything behind the scenes.

Every step I take is calculated, especially this journey to the west!

Although I was the one who contacted the goblins first, they arrived too quickly!

The price was negotiated too quickly!

just like!

It was as if the ones who sent them here and took them away were two waves of goblins!

Although every step makes sense, it's just weird!

What's the problem?

Orgrim was in a daze, his eyelids felt heavy, and he was half asleep and half awake when he was awakened by heavy footsteps.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Grom returning, but the chief of the Warsong Clan had a gloomy face.

"What's going on, Grom?"

"Great Chief, I asked the tribesmen who traveled with Blackfuse before. None of them are from the Warsong Clan or the Burning Blade Clan. Most of them are from the Blackrock Clan. It is impossible for them to fight against the Khajiiti in Nagrand."

"Most importantly, they were all seasick and had no communication since they got on board!"

Bang!

Orgrim stood up suddenly and paced back and forth beside the campfire.

"Grom, quickly gather the tribesmen, let's leave this coast and head inland!"

"It's not safe here anymore!"

call out!call out!call out!

As soon as Orgrim finished speaking, he saw three red flares launched into the sky!

"No!"