Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Ilucia blushed again, this time not because of shyness, but because of shame.

"Father and mother dote on them too much. I once wrote a letter proposing to send them to Saint White City. Not only can they improve their strength, but they can also meet outstanding young people in the alliance."

"But my brothers believed that nobles should not learn crude martial arts, and they were even more unwilling to endure hardships. They firmly resisted, so my father and mother stopped forcing them."

Garin was unhappy about this. What did he mean by crude martial arts? Although the warrior's path was indeed not as good as that of a mage or priest in terms of health preservation, and they did not live as long as them, this path did not require as much talent as that of a mage or priest. If you practiced, you would gain something, and it would cap at a high level at most.

If a few days ago, the two Barov men had the strength of high-level warriors, the brothers would charge towards the dark wizard together, one would knock him down, the other would trample him, and then they would just press him to the ground and rub him.

As a result, the two of them hid behind their father and trembled.

If it weren't for the mother's arrival that delayed the time, the family would have died by now.

"Then let me ask you, do you want your two younger brothers to become successful, or do you want you to take on everything yourself and become a legendary wizard to protect them for the rest of their lives?" Garin gave a multiple-choice question.

"Brother Garin, if we have a choice, I hope my two younger brothers can carry the glory of Barov." Ilucia sighed. Before becoming Gandalf's apprentice, she was also a traditional noble lady. She never thought about inheriting the family title and bringing glory to the family. If she had a choice, she would not study so hard just to make a breakthrough.

"Very good, since your parents can't educate their children well, then I will help them." Garin seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile. "Tomorrow the Royal Guards will come to Caer Dalon to take your two brothers away."

"Well, it's limited to one year. After one year, I will let them go home."

"That's great, Brother Jialin, are we sending them to the training camp in Holy White City?" Ilucia was overjoyed.

"No, it's a better place than training camp!"

As the two were talking, they arrived at the dock of Kel'Daron. Garin looked around. They had agreed to meet here, but how come there was no sign of them?

"Onyxia!"

Garin shouted loudly.

"Here, my master." A sweet voice appeared behind a big tree not far away, and then a mature woman walked out from behind the big tree.

"Where are you hiding?"

"I see there's a beauty beside my master, and I'm afraid to disturb the time he spends with the beauty." Onyxia teased Garin while covering her mouth as they walked.

"Onyxia, you've become a golden holy dragon, why are you still behaving like a black dragon..." Where's the dignity and holiness you promised?

"Oh, so Master, you like serious girls..."

"Okay, you scared Ilucia." Garin turned to Ilucia and introduced: "This is Onyxia. She will take us to Andorhal later."

"Giant...giant dragon?" Ilucia asked stutteringly.

"That's right. I am the master's exclusive golden dragon mount. Originally, you could only stay in my claws, but for the sake of the master, I can let you sit behind me with the master."

"Okay, let's go quickly, or there will be no fun to watch if we're late!"

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Andorhal is the largest town in the West Wilder and the largest town in Lordaeron besides the Royal City and Stratholme.

It is located in the center of West Weald, on a major transportation route. The huge Lake Darrowmere in the east is connected to the Sodomyr River, and it can be directly connected to the town of Southsea by water.

The unique geographical environment makes Andorhal the agricultural and transportation center of Lordaeron.

The reason why Kel'Thuzad chose to hide here was that it was convenient to transport food mixed with the plague to all directions.

At this time, in a village not far south of Andorhal, Arthas and his troops had just finished a battle. They had just killed all the zombies and skeletons here and found the source of the plague in the village.

"There's something wrong with the food in this barn!" Jaina was carefully observing the environment around the barn.

"Jaina, what did you find out! Is it possible to be infected with the plague by eating these grains?" Arthas's face changed drastically.

"I checked the surrounding water sources along the way, and there was no trace of plague in them!" Jaina touched the land around the barn with her hand and found that the land had lost its vitality.

"There must be plague in the grains, and it has contaminated the surrounding land." Jaina ordered the soldiers to open the barn and scanned the area. "These grains have the seal of Andorhal, which is the distribution center for supplies in your northern autonomous province. If these grains are spreading the plague, then the culprit is likely there!"

After hearing Jaina's speculation, Arthas was instantly filled with fear!

If the source of the plague is indeed the grain of Andorhal, then it is difficult to estimate how many villages have been infected!

The army is still burning the killed zombies and skeletons, and now has an additional task, burning the barn.

When everything was done, Arthas issued the order to set out to Andorhal in the north.

At this point their mission has become clear: to find and destroy all contaminated barns and kill the cultists who spread the plague in Andorhal!

As soon as the team set out, Falric, the lieutenant chosen by Arthas, drove his warhorse to the prince's side.

"What did you find out, Captain?" Arthas' tone was familiar, like an old friend. It was obvious that Farric had followed the prince for many years.

"Your Highness, the number of people here is wrong!" Farak's tone was full of certainty.

"How did you know?" Arthas didn't care. It was the first time the soldiers faced the disgusting undead and they fought in a panic, so no one paid attention to the problem of numbers.

"Your Highness, I am from West Wilder. The population of villages around Andorhal is not much different." Falric thought for a moment and said, "But when I led the soldiers to burn the corpses just now, I found that the number of zombies was only a small part. Most of them were skeletons who had lost their flesh and blood!"

"This means," Arthas was also a smart man and immediately realized the problem, "that the number of living people killed by the plague was not large. Most of them were dead a long time ago, so long that all the flesh and blood on their bodies fell off!"

"That's right, Your Highness!"