Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"What did you say!"

The joy of seeing an old friend just now was shattered by Jialin's words, and was followed by a sense of tension!

There is no other reason. The Burning Legion is too terrifying for the night elves. It represents a disaster, a disaster that can destroy the entire race.

They did win ten thousand years ago, but the Kalimdor coalition suffered a heavy blow, with the night elves losing a large number of people. Although they benefited from being blessed by the Dragon King to become immortal, their population has never recovered to the peak of the Night Elf Empire.

Of course, this population number definitely does not include Garin’s troops that fill up the entire Angolo Crater.

Seeing Tyrande's face full of disbelief and even confusion, Garen could only patiently repeat himself: "I got a revelation from the Emerald Dream that the Burning Legion will invade Azeroth again soon, and this time the commander of the demon army will still be the commander of the Burning Legion ten thousand years ago: Archimonde!"

"Do you know when it is, Garin?"

Tyrande did not doubt the authenticity of Garen's news. After all, Garen was also a disciple of Cenarius. It was Malfurion who received revelation in the Emerald Dream and discovered the abnormality in Zin-Azshari. Then, during the investigation, he discovered the queen's conspiracy to summon demons!

As a great druid who is comparable to Malfurion, Garen's green dragon horn is the best proof of his talent. It is normal for him to gain some revelations in the Emerald Dream.

"Half a year! Half a year at most!"

Arthas has been in Northrend for more than half a month, and will soon pull out Frostmourne. At that time, he will return to Lordaeron with the undead army. After he stabbed his old father, the undead Scourge broke out again on a large scale. Soon after, Dalaran was destroyed and Archimonde was summoned to this world!

"Half a year!"

Tyrande's face changed again. Time was running out. It would be difficult for her to gather a coalition again. Moreover, the demigods who died that year had not been resurrected yet. Except for Cenarius, Tyrande couldn't even find any other demigods!

There is a serious shortage of high-end combat power!

How can we resist Archimonde?

"We need to wake up the sleeping druids as soon as possible, and then invite the intelligent races in Azeroth to unite and fight against the Burning Legion together!"

"Other races? Furbolgs, tauren? And earth elementals?" said Tyrande.

"I heard that a human force called the Crusaders has risen in the original golden plains in the east!" Garin said unobtrusively.

"Did you hear that? When this group of humans landed in Kalimdor, your good disciple Fandral suggested that they should be driven away. Even if the Golden Plains is barren, it was once the land of the Night Elf Empire!"

Hey!

Traitor!

Find a fight!

It almost ruined my business!

I'll kill you!

"This incident also alarmed you in the Emerald Dream. You wrote a letter to reprimand Fandral and then proposed to let them develop freely."

"and after?"

Garin became interested and didn't expect that this move he made would really make him a fortune. Smegos was really a great contributor.

"I agree with your proposal. After all, that land has been abandoned by us, and only wild boar people live there."

"Later I found out that their commander was actually Aegwynn, and they just stayed in that barren land honestly, and did not continue to go north to try to develop Ashenvale."

Galen was stunned. Tyrande actually knew Aegwynn?

But he did not interrupt Tyrande, but let her continue.

"Not only that, after this group of humans and the Tauren formed an alliance, they conquered a large number of wild boars and educated them. Later, they began to govern the land and restored it to the lush greenery it had ten thousand years ago. For this reason, many archdruids were attracted by the Crusaders' tree-planting feat and went to observe and learn!"

Garin nodded. It seemed that he had been wrong not to rush to establish contact with the night elves. Planting trees to prove his friendliness was indeed effective for them.

"I have to say, Jialin, you have a unique vision. Your casual move at the beginning has given us someone to ally with at this critical moment!"

"At first I just thought Fandral's behavior was too overbearing, contrary to the druids' way of natural balance, and would also damage the reputation of our night elves." Garin suppressed the upward curve of his mouth and said, "That's perfect! The Crusaders and the Tauren have formed an alliance, so we can invite the Tauren and the Crusaders to fight against the Burning Legion together!"

"That's what I meant. The Tauren fought with us ten thousand years ago. Although the tribe in Mulgore in the south is not the tribe of Hun, I think they are also brave and powerful warriors!"

"Hu En... Ten thousand years have passed. Tauren do not have such a long lifespan. It's a pity to have an old friend." When Garin left, he left a soul stone. He didn't know whether Hu En took it with him. If nothing unexpected happened, Garin would still be able to see this comrade again.

"How about this, Tyrande? I know where the Hun tribe is going. I will go find them, and then I will also let the Crusaders and the Tauren of Mulgore join the coalition!"

"Then I will wake up Malfurion and the druids in the Emerald Dream, and gather the army as soon as possible to deal with the coming of the Burning Legion!"

"Then let's split up!"

After Jialin finished speaking, he transformed into a green dragon and flew away.

For this he paid 10,000 gold coins...

However, he did not go to Thunder Totem in the Broken Isles or Thunder Bluff in Mulgore immediately, but came to the night elf city under Mount Hyjal and found the residence of Fandral Staghelm.

Garin found Fandral's position and started beating him after landing!

Such a scene naturally shocked the Staghelm family. Fortunately, Fandral's son Valstann recognized that Garin looked exactly like the portrait of Garin that his father worshipped.

And the body of the green dragon just now and the dragon horns on its head now, all prove that the person who beat his father was his ancestor, the legendary hero of the night elves: Galin'lema.

In order not to undermine his father's dignity, Vastan even took away his wife and daughter.

"Don't hit my grandpa..."

Fandral Staghelm heard his granddaughter's voice getting farther and farther away, but he felt his mentor's fists becoming more and more frequent. He could only continue to run away with his head in his hands.

“Teacher…Ah!”

"Teacher! Why did you hit me? Did I do something wrong?"

"what……"