Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Arthas was holding back his anger as he continued to advance. He could no longer tell whether the people blocking his way were undead corpses or living humans.

Anyone who appeared before him was knocked down with one blow.

After an unknown amount of time, Arthas felt his eyes go blank. He finally rushed out of the zombie swarm and came to the square in front of the Stratholme Council Hall...

Behind Arthas were his loyal and exhausted soldiers. From the south to the east and then to the north of the city, all the living and dead people along the way were cleared out.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

The purple Mal'Ganis descended from the sky, flapping his wings as he landed, creating a storm. A smell of blood mixed with the smell of burning hit the prince's face, almost making him vomit.

Arthas suppressed the disgusting feeling and stared at the Dreadlord.

"Let us end this now, Mal'Ganis, between you and me!"

Martanis had no intention of fighting.

He stretched out his arm, pointed at Arthas and the soldiers behind him, then pointed at the blazing Stratholme, and laughed up to the sky: "You are indeed very brave, young prince, but you are too weak. I will not kill you now. Gather all your strength and come to Northrend in the north to find me. That is where you and I will truly fight."

"Hey hey hey..."

Amidst a burst of mocking and derisive laughter, Mal'Ganis activated the space magic unique to the dreadlord and disappeared in front of Arthas.

As Arthas watched the dreadlord disappear into the portal, he screamed in anger and rushed forward desperately.

However, the green light of the magic runes in the air dissipated, the portal disappeared, and Arthas's mind was instantly confused!

He was manic, furious, and screaming, swinging his hammer wildly in the air until he was exhausted. He bent over, trembling, supported his knees with his hands, and gasped for breath.

Mal'Ganis is gone!

He had no place to vent his anger!

He felt his chest swelling and his lungs were about to explode!

Arthas felt aggrieved and left Stratholme, which had turned into a sea of ​​fire, with a heart full of anger. He was going to summon the national fleet and march to the northern continent of Northrend!

"Weakness is the original sin..."

Garin whispered to himself in mid-air.

No matter what kind of world it is, those without strength will eventually be calculated against. This is true in the high-magic world of Azeroth and in Blue Star as well. Garin was filled with emotion for a moment.

Onyxia stretched her neck and looked back at her master.

She didn't quite understand why this powerful man who had destroyed her brutal father with a flip of his hand, suppressed the Black Dragon Clan single-handedly, and then transformed the Black Dragon Clan into Golden Holy Dragons to completely cleanse them of all wrongdoings, was so sentimental.

In fact, Garin was also speaking from his own feelings. If he had traveled through time and space without any cheats, his ending would probably not be much better than that of Arthas.

He once thought, if he didn't have the Heart of Origin, as the prince of Stromgarde, could he change his own destiny and save Stromgarde by relying on his foresight of the history of Azeroth?

The answer is no. Garen is not a son of destiny and has no confidence in getting rid of the curse of the prince and princess of Azeroth.

………………

On the other hand, Mal'Ganis jumped into the portal in a cool manner, and then somewhere in Azeroth, a portal opened, and then the purple figure of the Dreadlord emerged from the portal.

"Hey, this prince of Lordaeron is like a fool. He was fooled by just a few words."

"The next step is to lead him to the cave where Frostmourne is hidden, and then lure him to pull out Frostmourne!"

The Dreadlord was too focused and too confident in his space teleportation technology, and he didn't pay any attention to his surroundings.

It was not until he came to his senses that he realized that although there was snow all around him and the temperature was cold, there was no howling wind unique to Northrend!

Before Martanis could react, he was surrounded!

Hundreds of golden dragons have surrounded him, and the strongest one is at the peak of the high level.

The two tallest ones...

Mal'Ganis was already shaking.

Demi god!

What a demigod!

two!

The Dreadlord was confused in his mind, wondering who had changed the coordinates of his portal?

This is the Legion's unique teleportation spell. Combined with the spatial talent of the dreadlords, it is almost the best in Azeroth!

Could it be that there is a traitor within the legion?

And judging from the color of the dragons, their power attributes are definitely opposite to his own, and they come prepared!

The dreadlord is not as good at fighting as the pit lord, and Mal'Ganis is not prepared to fight him head-on.

Find a chance to run...

"Rotten Swarm!"

Four consecutive stunts of the Dreadlord flew in four directions, and dense bats and insects covered the sky. Mal'Ganis tried to use them to confuse the dragons' vision.

Then his body disintegrated and turned into small bats, which blended into the swarm of bees and escaped.

"Humph!"

Nefarian, the largest of the golden dragons, snorted coldly, and then all the dragons raised their heads and spewed a burst of holy light dragon breath in the direction of Mal'Ganis!

A moment later, Nefarian and Saberian each had a fat bat in their dragon claws.

Nefarian looked at it and said to his half brother Saberian: "The two big bats said that only one bat clone should be left."

"grumble!"

As soon as Nefarian finished speaking, Saberian used his claws to crush the two bats in his hands.

Nefarian quickly released one of his dragon claws...

Almost killed all four!

At this time, a portal appeared again at the place where Mal'Ganis had opened the door just now. Unlike the green runes just now, this portal was made up of golden runes.

Two golden dreadlords jumped out of the portal, and the little bat that survived Nefarian's claws widened its eyes...

It recognized them, Mephistos, the commander of the legion, and Balzana, its brother of the same rank!

Hemp egg!

There is indeed a traitor!

Mal'Ganis was in tears.

Nefarian threw the bat in his hand towards Mephistroth. The little bat was still trying to flap its wings in the air to escape, but unfortunately it was hit by a sleeping spell in mid-air, its eyes closed, and it fell into the palm of Mephistroth.

"Thank you for your help, brothers. The Wings of Holy Light will remember this favor. If you need anything in the future, please let us know and we will come."

"Tsk, how dare you say that about the Wings of Holy Light of two people..." Saberian whispered. It's a pity that you are a giant dragon, so even if you whisper quietly, it can still be heard more than ten meters away...

"..."

The scene was awkward for a while.