Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

After the teacher showed his kindness and the son was filial, Fandral invited his family out, and the whole family respectfully bowed to their mentor, Garin.

When it was the turn of Valstann, son of Staghelm, Fandral kicked his son in the knee when he was caught off guard.

Vastan prostrated himself before Galin.

hiss!

Jialin felt that his cheap disciple was taking the opportunity to vent his anger...

Who cares? He’s not my son. I don’t feel sorry for him.

"Teacher, this is my useless son, Vastan. He has been following me to learn the ways of druids. After thousands of years, he finally broke through to the legendary level."

"Quick, meet the master!"

Garin looked at Vas saluting him, his thoughts drifting away.

Garen knew that Fandral was a son-obsessed person. His wife died in childbirth, and his son became his only bond of family affection.

After Valstann was born, Fandral showed deep care and doting on him. Even after Valstann got married and had children, Fandral still cared about everything about him.

As a son, Vastan always wanted to please his father. He and his father fought side by side in the Battle of the Quicksands against the alien scorpions and their masters, the Qiraji. In the end, Vastan was ambushed and killed.

The death of his son made Fandral extremely sad and painful. From then on, a flaw appeared in his mental defenses, giving the Old Gods the opportunity to corrupt him. In the end, he chose to be infused with the power of fire by Ragnaros, became the new manager of the Firelands, and concurrently served as the leader of the Flame Druids who betrayed the Cenarion Circle.

Today, more than a thousand years have passed since the Battle of Quicksand, and Vastan, who was supposed to be dead, is still alive and well. This is all thanks to the return scroll left behind by Garin when he left that saved his life.

But I can’t let Fandral continue to be a sub-controller like this anymore…

The son has grown up, and it is time to let go. Besides, Vastan is also under tremendous pressure. This is a new generation of enthusiastic and brave night elves who should be trained.

Thinking of this, Jialin made up his mind.

"Valstann has great talent, Fandral. You have done a good job as a druid mentor. How about this? I am currently short of manpower. Valstann will serve in Eldre'Thalas and help me lead the druid troops there."

"Teacher...this!"

Fandral was somewhat reluctant to let his son leave his sight.

"Ok?"

Garin's sharp eyes made Fandral's body tremble: "I have no objection! Teacher!"

Over the past ten thousand years, Fandral has grown into a renowned night elf, and was already a prominent member of the Cenarion Circle when he was young.

But as his prestige grew, so did his hot temper, which made him a difficult yet powerful druid in the eyes of his people. He often contradicted Malfurion, the leader of the night elf druid sect, because of this.

How could Jialin tolerate his temper?

Do you have a hot temper?

I'm more hot-tempered than you. I'll beat you if we have a disagreement. I don't believe you can beat me?

You deserve to be punished, and you still want to drive the Crusaders out of the Barrens. Hey, your teacher is giving you face!

Such a situation made Vastan's eyes light up, and he was secretly happy in his heart, finally someone could punish his old father!

Oye!

Garen's expression softened a lot, and he said earnestly: "Fandar, you have to know that my return from the Emerald Dream this time is a sign that the Burning Legion will invade our world again. As someone who once defeated them, we will be their main target. Valstann will be safer under my command than under yours!"

"Burning Legion?"

Fandral was startled and said solemnly: "Teacher, is the news reliable?"

"This is the revelation I got from the Emerald Dream. Within half a year, Archimonde will come to Azeroth, and his target is likely to be the Tree of Life, Nordrassil, on Mount Hyjal!"

"Teacher, do we need to wake up Malfurion? There are not many demigods left alive in the wilderness. We, the night elves, need to survive this time!"

"Make it through on your own?" Galen sneered. "What do you mean by make it through? I have already informed Tyrande. She will go and wake up Malfurion, and I will go to unite the tauren and humans in the south."

After Garin finished speaking, he glared at Fandral and said, "Look at your bad temper. The way of nature is balance. The Crusaders entered the Barrens, a land we had long abandoned, and you actually said publicly that you would drive them away!"

After saying this, Garin might feel that he was too harsh, and in Fandral's eyes, he had disappeared for ten thousand years. Even if Smegos appeared from time to time under Garin's Remar vest, he was only in a hurry to save the situation and had no time to teach Fandral.

To be honest, I am not even a fraction of my disciple's age now...

Thinking of this, Jialin's anger dissipated, and he continued in a gentle tone:

"Fandar, the night elves are indeed the overlords among the mortals of Azeroth, but Azeroth is not without other powerful races. We must know that there is the Burning Legion outside, and besides us, there are also dragons and high elves..."

"To be honest, our people have experienced too much peace for so long that I am afraid they have forgotten how to fight."

"We are not even as good as the descendants of Dath'Remar. Although their population is smaller than ours, they and their allies experienced a series of wars ten years ago, so they are not lacking in combat experience!"

Garin's preaching reminded Fandral of the time when he and Garin were master and apprentice ten thousand years ago. At the same time, he also felt that he had been drifting away over the years.

After becoming the second most important druid besides Malfurion, he not only openly contradicted his teacher and senior brother, but also often quarreled with Tyrande because of different political views.

Fandral began to reflect on himself and lowered his head in shame: "Teacher, I understand!"

Garin stepped forward and patted Fandral on the shoulder. "Of course, I'm not telling you not to have your own ideas. When it comes to managing the people, you must stick to your own ideas as long as they are right. I will always stand behind you and support you."

After saying this, Jialin wanted to leave.

"Thank you, teacher! Why don't you stay and have dinner with us?"

"No, the Burning Legion is coming soon, and I need to unite the tauren and humans." Galen glanced at Fandral's family, "After I come back this time, I won't enter the Emerald Dream again in a short time. We have plenty of time to spend together!"

"I'm taking Valstann away. I don't think Malfurion will wake up for a while, so the task of defending Mount Hyjal depends entirely on you."

"Yes! Teacher!"