Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"He is actually training his troops..."

Anasterian learned from Thranduil that the Crusaders had a legion of ten high-ranking soldiers, and all his doubts were instantly cleared up.

"Of course they are training the troops." Thranduil said affirmatively, "In Draenor, the homeland of the orcs, the Crusaders united all the intelligent races in the form of an alliance ten years ago and established the Draenor Alliance to fight against the Burning Legion for more than ten years."

Anastarian could only suppress the turmoil in his heart.

When I was still scheming and fighting for power with the Silvermoon Council in the northern border of the eastern continent, others had already left Azeroth and headed for colonization on alien planets!

Today’s young people are amazing!

"The High Elves have been out of touch with the times for too long." Anasterian sighed.

"This is not entirely your fault." Thranduil consoled Anasterian. "When my...our ancestors established the co-governance of the king and the council, the Kingdom of Quel'Thala had already laid the seeds for its future."

Although he said this, Thranduil was still a little dissatisfied.

The problems within the High Elves are huge, and they are issues left over from history.

Anasterian fought political battles throughout his life, but was still suppressed by the Silvermoon Council.

His vision was not broad enough and his attention was limited to the aristocratic level. Not only did he fail to maintain the situation of his parents, it even deteriorated.

I brought the upper elves and a group of elves inclined towards magic to the east, and it has been nearly six thousand years since I established the kingdom.

During these six thousand years, the descendants of nobility have remained nobility.

There is no channel for the common people to rise, unless they are born with outstanding magical talents, they can gain recognition from the nobles with their strength and become new nobles.

Then the Sunstrider family and the Silvermoon Council controlled the authority of the Sunwell, and the civilians could only enjoy the thin arcane energy that diffused in the air.

Even a commoner genius with outstanding talent would find it difficult to grow without resources.

In the high elf kingdom where mages are respected, there are originally ways to become a royal guard, a wanderer ranger, or a priest of the church.

Priests also need affinity for Holy Light, so can't warriors and rangers practice it with just their hands?

Especially for rangers, practice makes perfect in archery. High elves have such a long lifespan, so if they practice for hundreds of years, they will be able to get ashore.

It's a pity that the Silvermoon Council squeezed out the Windrunner family. The Ranger General said he was the commander-in-chief of the high elf border, but in fact, wasn't he just an exile far away from the center of power?

The Farstrider Legion is a legion that mainly recruits civilians. Who cares?

Anasterian certainly knew that he was at a disadvantage in the political struggle, and the princes had been driven to Dalaran.

The parliament holds most of the power, only seeks benefits for itself, and lives a life of luxury and debauchery, while the lower class people cannot get promotion, and the country is like a stagnant pool.

Originally, Anastarian put everything on his son's shoulders!

Kael'thas is definitely the most talented among the next generation of high elves. Even the famous Windrunner cannot compare to him. If he is given another 500 years, he will definitely be able to crush all the high elves. By then, which congressman dares to say no?

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

Kael'thas did not have five hundred years. After the opening of the Dark Portal, Azeroth ushered in the trend of the times. The orcs, the Burning Legion, and the Old Gods came one after another. The High Elf Kingdom was like a terminally ill patient, without a strong body to face the catastrophe.

Just as Anasterian was preparing to massacre the Silvermoon Council, Galen, the Son of Prophecy, appeared.

The appearance of Garen not only helped Kael'thas gain military merit to gain a foothold, but also opened up the profession of High Elf Paladin!

Different from human paladins who believe in holy light, high elf paladins believe in the sun!

As the Sun King is the incarnation of the sun, it is natural for the Knights of the Morning Herald, composed of paladins, to be loyal to the royal family. It is said that political power comes from the barrel of a gun, and now the royal family can finally compete with the parliament.

Thranduil thought a lot. He spent the first half of his life serving Queen Azshara and the second half fighting for the high elves. He could be said to be a real big boss who could see through many things at a glance.

Now that he was reborn and bound by the Heart of Origin, Garin was the one he was loyal to, and the high elves could only lend a hand.

"Anastarian, your life is coming to an end, isn't it?" Thranduil said bluntly, looking at the white hair on his grandson's temples.

"That's right!"

He doesn't have much time left. Three thousand years ago, when the human Emperor Thoradin rose to power, he was already sitting on the throne of the Sun King. Now he is already very old.

This is also the reason why he urgently wants to change the status quo, and he even unconditionally agrees to allow the elite legion of the Crusaders to enter the core of Silvermoon City.

He was worried that if he died suddenly, Kael'thas's political ability would definitely not be a match for the Silvermoon Council. It would be hard to say whether the royal power could be successfully replaced by the next generation. The High Elf Kingdom might even be left without a king!

"After this crisis, I guarantee that Silvermoon City will be reborn." Thranduil knew that Garen had a complete plan, and even if the plan failed, millions of troops would be able to provide a backup.

"Just have you thought about your future?"

"My future? Pass the throne to Kael'thas, and then return to the embrace of the Sunwell." Anasterian was quite open-minded.

Thranduil thought for a moment, then said seriously, "I can help you take another path."

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."

"Lord Garin possesses the Fountain of Life, which can increase the lifespan of mortals. It is especially useful for people like you who are about to die. However, if you drink too much of the Fountain of Life, the effect will gradually weaken."

"What about the second way?" Anasterian knew very well that the Fountain of Life could increase lifespan but it was not immortality after all. From what Thranduil said, there were other ways.

Thranduil had not expected that he would disdain the Fountain of Life.

After a long silence, Thranduil finally came up with the second plan: "Join the Spirit Hall after death and protect Azeroth as a heroic spirit!"

"Spirit Hall?" Anasterian looked confused. He was well-informed, but he had never heard of such an organization in Azeroth.

"Spirit Hall is an organization composed mainly of heroic spirits. Only the strong are qualified to join." Thranduil's brain was working rapidly, preparing to help Garin complete the framework of this organization.

Well, although there is only one member now...