Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Tirion and Galen watched from the jungle as the conflict between Arthas and Uther broke out.

The forest is still the same forest, but after half a year, everything has changed. Eitrigg returned to Nagrand in Draenor, and Tirion was sent to Shattrath by Galen. He spent half a year gaining insights under the throne of the Naaru and re-awakened to the Holy Light.

"I didn't expect that such great changes had taken place in Lordaeron when I was only away for half a year!" Tirion sighed.

"Hmph, that's your wise king." Galen was a little unhappy. "I warned Lordaeron about this plague through His Majesty Faol, Prince Kael'thas, and even Dalaran, but look, who took it seriously?"

In this timeline, without Medivh in disguise as the Crow Prophet, Terenas and Antonidas are not very concerned about the plague.

In fact, whether Medivh existed or not, and whether Garen filled the role of the prophet or not, it would be impossible to prevent the coming of the undead scourge.

This was the result of the multi-faceted operations of Ner'zhul and the dreadlords. Garen was unable to send troops to destroy the Frozen Throne in advance, which would not only alert Kil'jaeden in advance, but would also cause his own and Archaedas' plans to fail!

Terenas was busy suppressing the orc slaves and trying to form an orc slave servant army like he enslaved the trolls in Stromgarde to form the Troll Assault Squad.

Antonidas was busy trying to offset the power vacuum in the Kirin Tor after Kel'Thuzad left, and was busy canvassing votes for Archmage Ansrem Ruinwevor. Unfortunately, he was ultimately defeated by Gandalf due to the gap in strength and connections.

These two leaders are old, and their existence hinders Garin's unification of the alliance. Garin can only find a way to kick them out.

The two continued to spy, and it was obvious that the argument between Arthas and Uther had become more intense. Tirion could see that his old friend Uther seemed to be trying his best to restrain himself.

Finally, Uther helped Jaina onto her horse, and then left Stratholme with a large number of paladins!

"No!"

Tirion growled in a low voice: "How can Uther just leave like this! He is Arthas's mentor! Why didn't he stop him! "

"The people in the city are all innocent. They should not become the dead souls under the butcher knife of Arthas!"

Galen glanced at Tirion and reminded him, "Arthas is not only a member of the Knights of the Silver Hand, he is also the crown prince of Lordaeron and the future king."

"Tirion, with your temper and inner honor, you will choose to disobey, but Uther will not!"

Tirion was born into a traditional noble family and carried the title of Grand Lord, which was not a title that anyone could bear. That was a title that only the descendants of the nobles of the Arathor Empire who chose to join the war when Lordaeron was first established could have. As for Uther, he was just a court military officer who swore allegiance to the royal family!

"Galin, are we just helpless?" Tirion stared at Garen. He knew Garen's way of strategizing and he would not pull him over for no reason to watch a drama of a prince breaking up with his mentor.

"No, you can go and save the citizens of Stratholme. I have a caravan in the city. I will ask them to lead the people who are not infected by the plague to the military camp in the west for refuge, and you, go and help them defend the military camp."

Garin told him about his arrangements.

"I am from Stromgarde. Over the years, Terenas has been suppressing Stromgarde and Gilneas, two countries that have the ability to compete for the leadership. My open and aboveboard actions may easily arouse Terenas' disgust. You are from Lordaeron, so it is best for you to come forward."

"No problem, I'll leave right away!" Tirion clenched the Blade of Cataclysm in his hand and was about to set off.

"Don't worry,"

Galen grabbed Tirion and said, "Your infiltration is a waste of time. I will escort you in. Also, take this sword as my token. My men will naturally gather around you!"

Galen gave Tirion the sword of Trollbane Brotherhood, which had been with him for many years.

Ever since he got the Ashbringer, he hasn't used this weapon for a long time.

It just so happened that Tirion's Cataclysm Blade was smashed by a boulder during the first fight with Eitrigg, and the blacksmith of Lordaeron had not been able to repair it. Galen took this opportunity to change Tirion's weapon.

"There is a powerful Dreadlord in the city. Be careful of his sneak attacks. Don't die!"

Before Tirion could react, he heard Galen shout "Go!" and was enveloped by white light, entering a teleportation state...

There, Arthas entered Stratholme with the remaining soldiers.

"poor guy."

Garin didn't mean to mock when he said this. If he were in Arthas's position, he wouldn't necessarily do better than Arthas. He only felt sympathy.

Damn it, Arthas was plotted against by the old man Ner'zhul, the strategic Kel'Thuzad, and the man who was good at conspiring and playing with people's hearts. He became the biggest enemy of the Eastern Continent and even Azeroth.

"Hehe, Master, even if this prince survives, he will be depressed."

"Yes, who is worse off than him?"

Two tall golden figures appeared behind Garin. Their large golden bat wings were particularly eye-catching. They were Mephistroth and Balnazar, who had been hiding around Garin.

"..."

I always feel like I'm pitying him, but they're gloating over his misfortune. The Dreadlords are indeed awesome. The power of Holy Light has changed the attributes of their strength, and the impact on their personalities is far less than that on the Lightforged Orcs who value glory.

"Okay, you two will sneak into Stratholme, one of you will secretly protect Tirion, and the other one will monitor your former good brother Mal'Ganis."

“Hehehe…are the Wings of Holy Light going to have more members? I love it so much…”

Ever since Balnazzar was captured by the Lightforge, Mephistroth's leadership problems began to recur. He was no longer alone, and he took Balzana with him to become the Wings of Holy Light...

From then on, he paid special attention to the light-forged wings. Except for the black dragons that were light-forged, he would invite all the wings. Unfortunately, those with wings were only a minority after all. From then on, he was even more concerned about his own people!

"Don't ruin my plan. Wait until Mal'Ganis's mission is completed before you carry out the capture operation!"

"As you command, my master!"

"Quack quack!"

Amidst shrill laughter, the only two members of the Wings of Light transformed into golden bats and flew towards Stratholme.

I am on the side of justice, why do I feel like we are the villains except for the color?