Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Led by Black Horn, two bulls and one man came to the elevator on the platform. As the elevator descended, they came to the cave below the Thunder Totem. This vast platform built in the belly of the mountain and above the river is usually used as a meeting place for the chiefs of the Gaoling tribes.

Garin looked around on the ladder, trying to find some signs of fall, which attracted a strange look from Heijiao.

Black Horn's residence was in a corner of the meeting room. He soon brought over an ornament inlaid with a black and purple crystal ball. It was the gift that Garin gave to Hu En that year.

After taking it, Garin input his own magic power and activated the soul stone.

The moment it came into contact with magic, an illusory shadow appeared at the core of the Soul Stone, looking like a strong minotaur.

As Garin increased the output of magic power, the souls sleeping within were awakening.

Soon, a blue translucent spirit appeared in the center of the meeting room.

The soul body opened his eyes, and when he saw Jialin and Heijiao, his mouth opened and he laughed heartily: "Haha, brother Jialin, and Heijiao, I knew that one day you would wake me up."

"Oh? Hu En, do you know my back-up plan?" Garin did not tell Hu En the effect of the soul stone he gave him.

"Hey, when I died, a force sucked me into this ornament, and then I fell into a deep sleep. I don't know how long I slept. I woke up two or three times during this period, but I never saw Black Horn marrying and having children. I saw him waking up and falling asleep every day. I was so bored that I had to choose to continue sleeping!"

Ok?

Black Horn was confused. Damn, can you see me in the Soul Stone?

Fortunately, there were minotaurs all around, and Blackhorn was just a minotaur-looking dragon with a hint of dragon's appearance, otherwise Hu En would have seen the entire process of finding a minotaur girl to give birth to a calf!

"Welcome back, Huon. This is your descendant, Ulan Gaoling!"

Hu En looked at his descendants, and then he patted Wu Lan on the shoulder.

"You are very good, Wulan, but you are too brave and not cautious enough. You need to improve your study in this area."

Wu Lan did not understand what his ancestors meant, but in the face of Hu En's teachings he could only nod and indicate that he would continue to work hard.

"Huan, I woke you up this time because we need your help. Ten thousand years have passed, and the demons of the Burning Legion are about to invade our world again!"

"Those evil demons! Haha, I can't wait to drink their blood!" The spirit of Hu En, who had been sleeping for 10,000 years, was very excited. "Ulan, hurry up and get the sacred spear of our Gaoling tribe!"

"..."

Wulan looked a little embarrassed.

because.

Eagle's Spear, it's gone!

"ancestor……"

"Hesitate and hesitate... Go now, don't waste time."

At this time, Black Horn spoke up: "Huen, the spear was lost thousands of years ago..."

Black Horn told the general story: After Huen's death, the artifact called Eagle Claw was passed down from generation to generation in the hands of the best hunters in the tribe. The High Mountain Tribe always maintained this tradition. If the tribe encountered threats or challenges, the hunters would join the battle with spears.

Later, after news came that a mysterious beast had appeared in the wilds of Stormheim, Narmus Highmountain, the wielder of Eagle Spear at that time, set out with his spear, having decided that if he could not tame it, he must kill it.

But Narmus never returned after he went to war.

In the following thousand years, every generation of Gaoling tribe chiefs tried to send people to look for this ancestral artifact, but the clues they got were pitifully few.

Not only that, except for a few who managed to escape, most of the warriors who went to look for the lost artifacts died in the process of searching.

The information brought back by those who escaped only earned the name of "Disaster of High Ridge" for the Night Blade Leopard Dakal hiding in the thick fog!

After Heijiao finished speaking, Hu En, who heard such tragic news, almost died again.

This is a precious inherited artifact of the Gaoling tribe!

It contained the essence of the power of the eagle god Ounhara, the giant bear god Ursoc, and the ancient two-headed wolf demigod Nian. Huen's heart was broken.

Wulan also felt a little ashamed, but what could he do?

"Humph! They can't even handle a tiny Night Blade Leopard. The Gaoling tribe has been getting worse and worse over the past ten thousand years!"

What can Ulan say?

I can only silently bear the blame from my ancestors.

"You can't blame your descendants entirely. That cunning Nightblade Leopard hid in the fog around Tideskorn Harbor. That is no ordinary fog. It is filled with the power of death. The leopard was cursed and transformed by the fog. After so many years, it still stubbornly guarded its lair. The body of Narmus and the Eagle's Claw are also there."

"Hmph, I'll go get my weapon myself!"

Hu En decided to take action himself.

"Huen, do you need help?" Garin asked.

"Ordinary hunters are of no help to me. Of course, it's not impossible if you ask your two beloved treasures, Shiva and Lady Aure, to assist me."

"Hey, that's wishful thinking. You should go by yourself!"

Now, under the secret collusion of Kael'thas, the Sun King of the High Elves has contacted Galen, and the two sides hit it off and prepared to do something big.

As generals trusted by the Sun King, Alleria and Sylvanas cannot leave Quel'Thalas for the time being.

"By the way, you are like a rootless soul now. If you go to Stormheim like this, your soul energy will be easily exhausted."

Garin looked at Huon and said sincerely, "Are you interested in joining the organization I founded? Broxga is also in it."

"Ok?"

Huen was stunned. He had heard that Broxigar had died in the capital of the Night Elf Empire, but he didn't expect to hear news about him today.

"Okay! I choose to join!"

"Ancestor! Won't you stay and lead the Gaoling tribe?" Ulan tried to stop Hu En.

"Child, I have been dead for ten thousand years!" Hu En raised his hands: "Look, I am just a soul now. My era is over. I am just a legend among my tribesmen. Now you are the ruler of the Thunder Totem. The future of the Gaoling tribe is in your hands, not mine!"

"Blackhorn, assist Ulan in gathering the tribes of Highmountain. The invasion of the Burning Legion is a disaster for all the intelligent races in Azeroth. We Tauren cannot stand idly by."

After Hu En finished speaking, he signaled that Jialin could leave.

Garin took Hu En and walked outside. He remembered that there was also an exit downstairs, so there was no need to take the elevator.

"By the way, Jialin, what is the name of our organization?"

"Uh……"

"Are you reliable? You didn't give the organization a name, did you?"

"How is this possible! Spirit Hall! Yes, that's right, this organization is called Spirit Hall!"

"Hmm, nice name! I like it!"