Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

The Orc Horde, formed by the call of Ner'zhul and the secret manipulation of Gul'dan and Blackhand, went through two great chieftains, Blackhand and Orgrim, and was finally destroyed in the autumn of the sixteenth year after the Dark Portal on the continent of Kalimdor in Azeroth.

Orgrim was killed in the battle and Grom was captured.

"The orcs were once a simple, honorable race. They were martial, tenacious, and peace-loving." The prophet Velen beside Galen seemed to be reminiscing about something. "After the draenei came to Draenor, they lived in peace with the orcs and had friendly exchanges for hundreds of years. I never thought that they would turn their swords against the draenei."

Hey, the orcs never expected that they were living a primitive and happy life, but one day a group of aliens crashed on their planet and refused to leave.

It would have been fine if they didn't leave, Draenor is big enough for them to live in, but who would have thought that these aliens were followed by a behemoth, the cosmic evil force called the Burning Legion.

The orcs said that our Draenor is a barren planet, a remote and poor place, with neither the nurturing of the Protoss nor the parasites of the Old Gods. As a result, the old man in Draenor brought Kil'jaeden here!

We are also victims, we are miserable.

Of course, Garin, who knew the truth, listened silently without saying anything. He had to respect the elderly at this time. Since he had already taken the remaining power of the orcs for his own use, he should not take advantage of the situation.

"This is all the Burning Legion's fault. It's all Kil'jaeden's conspiracy."

In the distance, Grom woke up from his state of repentance. He saw that there were only a few warriors of the Warsong Clan and the Blackrock Clan left on the battlefield. The hundreds of orcs who were still alive had lost their fighting spirit after the death of Orgrim, and they gave up resistance and only wanted to die.

"Prophet, Grom Hellscream and the remaining hundred orcs, I want to spare their lives. They will live the rest of their lives under the protection of the Holy Light. What do you think?"

As an ally, Garen is qualified. He respects allies who are close to him. Although among the Draenor Alliance, except for the Crusaders, only the Draenei and Mag'har Orcs have some autonomy, the other Gronn, the Arakkoa Empire, and the Tiger Tribe are actually all vassals of Garen.

"Garlin, are you planning to let His Majesty K'ure and His Majesty Deori perform the Lightforging Ritual on Grom Hellscream?" Velen asked.

As for the origin of the Glorious Orcs, Garen has always claimed that it was a Lightforging Ceremony held by two Naaru in Shattrath.

No one doubted the authenticity of this matter. After all, Naru really had this ability.

"That's right. Judging from the rage that just erupted from Grom's body, he has made a significant breakthrough. There are few rivals below the level of demigod. This is a good fighting force, especially considering his hatred for demons. He is a sharp knife for us to deal with the Burning Legion."

"By the Holy Light! Just do as you say, brother Galen!" Velen closed his eyes. "The moment Orgrim died, the old tribe disappeared. The remaining Mag'har orcs are our comrades. I will teach my people to let go of their hatred for the orcs and not take my anger out on them!"

"That couldn't be better."

Garen nodded and continued, "However, Great Prophet Velen, not all of the culprits you mentioned are dead. As far as I know, although the Great Shaman Ner'zhul, who was once respected by the orcs, is dead, his soul was thrown to the North Pole of Azeroth by Kil'jaeden. Now he is secretly preparing to subvert Azeroth."

"Ner'zhul?"

Vilen was a little surprised. Didn’t he open the portal randomly and get strangled by the space turbulence?

But on second thought, he felt relieved. The Twisting Nether is the territory of the Burning Legion, and the demons are experts in playing with souls, so it is not surprising that they captured the soul of Ner'zhul.

"Then we must stop him and completely destroy and purify him." The Draenei were tired of the days of exile and finally found a new home. Here they also had the Crusaders, a like-minded force. From now on they would no longer fight alone and must not let the Burning Legion destroy Azeroth.

"Don't worry, I have a comprehensive plan. You just need to appease the Draenei. Just lend me Lord Malrad."

Garin wanted to ask Draenei to send a large army, but with their current population of more than 100,000, they really didn't have the ability to do so. It would be better for him to let Malrad form an elite team to help.

"No problem, I'll go communicate with Malrad."

Velen continued to look at the center of the battlefield. At this time, the Glory Orcs were already cleaning the battlefield. The orc corpses were put into body bags one by one and then placed together.

They were moving very fast, and the living orcs, including Grom, were escorted to the Crusader Fortress by the Kor'kron.

"By the way, Great Prophet, the former archbishop of our human Holy Light Church wants to meet with you to exchange ideas on the way of Holy Light." Garin suddenly remembered the instructions of Archbishop Alonsos.

The great lord handed over the position of leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand to Uther, and the position of archbishop to his disciple Benedictus, who eventually chose to become a Lightforged to serve the Holy Light forever.

However, before the Light Casting Ceremony, he wanted to meet the elder that Garin mentioned, the Holy Light Master, hoping to gain more insights through communication.

"Oh! I am very interested in this, but in addition to this archbishop, I hope that His Majesty Aragorn, who founded the Paladins together with the archbishop, can also come."

Ok?

See Aragorn?

As expected, gold shines wherever it is. Even though Aragorn is so low-key, he is still remembered by Velen.

"No problem, I'll arrange it."

After Garin finished speaking, he turned around and glanced at Narakreth.

Forget it. There's no point in warning the night elves now. They won't believe it without any evidence, unless you're using the identity of Galin'lema.

Now that the affairs of the old tribe have been resolved, all our attention will be focused on our old rival, Ner'zhul.

Well, it's time to activate the large number of dark chess pieces deployed in Lordaeron.

The vassal races such as the Quills, Gnolls, and Kobolds left with regret. They came to the Eastern Barrens just to watch the orc civil war. They felt a little regretful that they could not show the progress of their race over the years in front of the overlord.

Among them, the kobolds not only accumulated a large number of strong kobold head guards, but also trained a kobold musketeer guard. The boarmen not only restored the size of their fighting boar cavalry, but also formed a velociraptor cavalry and a boar heavy infantry.

The remaining gnolls were outnumbered by the boarmen and gnolls who could eat, sleep and reproduce. Hogg took a different approach. Relying on Garin's identity as a pet, he affiliated himself with the Hidden Blade Organization and trained a group of gnoll stealth fighters who were good at lurking, assassinating and gathering intelligence, and formed a gnoll scout guard.

Garin came and left in a hurry, and they could only return to their territory with regret, looking forward to performing in front of their master next time.