Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Not far from the royal palace, in the mansion of a certain Duke of Lordaeron, Garin and several heirs of the Eastern Continent Kingdom gathered here.

The tower of the Duke's Palace faced the Kingdom Avenue. They watched as Arthas and his soldiers pushed open the gate of the palace and walked in.

"Brother Galen, you asked us to gather in Dalaran. I thought it was for us to unite against Lordaeron. Why are you teleporting us here to watch Prince Arthas's triumphal ceremony?"

The first one who lost his patience was Prince Liam of the Kingdom of Gilneas. This prince had just come of age, and at the age of eighteen, he was not as good as Varian, who was already twenty-seven years old, let alone Drake, who was thirty-three years old.

Oh, also present were Kael'thas, who was four figures old, Prince Brann Bronzebeard, who was several hundred years old, and Onyxia, who was estimated to be tens of thousands of years old.

Almost all the major kingdoms in the eastern continent have arrived, except for the city-states of Gnomeregan and Dalaran.

"Liam, you are too impatient." Drake scolded the young Gilnean prince. If it weren't for the good personal relationship between his father and King Genn, Drake would not have spoken at this time.

It was because everyone in the room, except Liam, noticed something unusual about Arthas and the troops behind him.

This team was out of place in the festive atmosphere on the street. The soldiers' expressions were hidden in their armor, without the slightest emotion.

If we insist on explaining that the Royal Guard of Lordaeron and the Knights of the Silver Hand are elite troops who obey orders, it does make sense.

But their biggest flaw is the petals that were collected in the early morning!

The petals were still bright when they fell, but when the petals attached to Arthas and the group of soldiers, or fell at their feet, the petals either turned black or turned into ashes!

How poisonous is this!

"They went in!" Varian said this solemnly with his back to the crowd.

Varian had become a father at the beginning of the year. His queen gave birth to a boy for him. According to the tradition of the Wrynn family that they like to name their offspring after their elders, the new royal bloodline was named: Anduin Wrynn.

As a close friend and distant cousin of Varian, Galen not only missed Varian's wedding, but also failed to attend Anduin's birth ceremony. However, he prepared gifts for Varian's family of three.

Varian's princess and child Galen were each given protective magic items that could save their lives when facing fatal injuries.

As for Varian, Galen asked Aegwynn for two ancient elven magic swords, Sharator and Eremene, which were held by a pair of twin elven warriors during the War of the Ancients.

Garin also specially asked Onyxia to use dragon breath to combine the two elven swords into one, so that they can be used separately as two swords when necessary.

Can the King of Tiles still be the King of Tiles if he doesn’t break his chopsticks?

Doesn't this make Varian lose his ability to explode?

At worst, we can equip Varian with a triggered return scroll.

Absolutely foolproof.

"What exactly happened to Arthas in Northrend? I heard that he even killed Prince Muradin." Drake asked Brian.

Brian's face was gloomy at this time, and his fists were clenched. "Yes, according to the report of the members of the Explorers' Association who returned to Ironforge, Arthas and my brother were looking for Frostmourne together. Later, Arthas pulled out Frostmourne and killed Muradin!"

"Terenas said it was just an accidental injury!" Brian's beard stood up in anger. "I came here to ask for an explanation for Muradin!"

"Arthas is no longer the prince of Lordaeron." After a long silence, Garin finally spoke. As the initiator of this special gathering, his words attracted everyone's attention. "I told you a long time ago that there is a dark hand behind the undead and the plague, secretly manipulating everything."

"Brother Garin, you are right. We monitored the food supply throughout the country at the first opportunity and indeed found a number of suspicious people who tampered with the food. In addition, a lot of food shipped from Andorhal had problems." The speaker was Liam.

"There are also cultists in Quel'Thalas who claim to be the Immortal Cult preaching," Kael'thas said, with a flash of disgust in his eyes. "There are actually a group of rotten old men who have lived for thousands of years who believe in them."

"..."

Immortality! The high elves with a lifespan of thousands of years will also reach the end of their lives. The desire to survive will indeed make them lose their minds.

After they finished speaking, Garen continued, "The culprit is a demigod who calls himself the Lich King. His base is in Northrend. Arthas is doomed this time."

"Wasn't that Arthas who just went in?"

"No, he is Arthas, the real prince of Lordaeron. But he has been completely corrupted by the seduction of the Lich King."

Everyone looked at each other in silence.

"Lordaeron...it's over!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gate of the palace opened, and Arthas strode out with a royal guard by the neck with one hand, then swung Frostmourne in his hand and stabbed the guard's chest with one sword.

The lifeless guard was thrown to the ground, but he soon struggled to stand up, drew the weapon from his waist, and scattered with the group of soldiers brought back by Arthas, starting a massacre.

"This is...what kind of evil spell!"

The princes watching from afar were shocked! They knew about the plague of the undead, but they had never heard of an undead that could get up so quickly after death and have the same strength as when they were alive.

"Well, I can only say that after today Lordaeron will come to an end, but the plague of undead has not ended."

Jialin interrupted everyone's astonishment.

"Drake, find a way to transfer some transport ships from Kul Tiras and wait in Southshore. Stromgarde's fleet will also be on standby there."

"Kyle, the chess player over there has already made his move, go back to Quel'Thalas and start our plan!"

"Brian, go back home and prepare for the war."

"Liam! As you can see, the war between humans and the Lich King is about to begin. This is Gilneas' chance to return to the Alliance. Whether you can seize it depends on the decision of your Greymane family. I can only say that a policy of isolation will eventually lead to a dead end."

"Gallin, what do you need me to do?" Varian asked after waiting for half a day.

"Go out and evacuate the refugees, and then wait to receive the 300,000 people who were annexed by Lordaeron, or come with me to meet Arthas!"

"Do not……"

“I choose to evacuate the refugees!”