Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Garin's army came roaring in from outside the city like a divine army descending from the sky, with heavy cavalry galloping, and the whole way was like golden light and thunder.

This was like a savior to the defenders of Dallon County, but like a death curse to Marduk.

Marduk saw his skeleton soldiers and ghouls being set on fire one by one, or being chopped in half by paladins, or having their heads smashed by warhammers. The Scourge army, which was so invincible just a moment ago, finally fled when Marduk saw that things were not going well.

The Lich King's main focus recently has been on using the power of death to strengthen Arthas' body so that it can carry his demigod-level soul. He no longer distracts his mental energy to pay attention to every undead.

Wasn't this failure all due to Marduk's mouth?

So, there was a fan and a hater in the Scourge of the Undead...

Are you kidding? That's Galin Trollbane, the Ashangel, whom even his master has asked to stay away from. Even though I, Marduk, have some skills, how can I stop him?

In Dalong County, the city wall that was already crumbling under the attack of the meat grinder collapsed in half. This was caused by the earth shaking caused by the heavy cavalry's galloping.

As the undead retreated, the defenders lay exhausted on the ground, enjoying the joy of surviving the disaster.

The Knights Templar began to treat the wounded, while the Grand Knight and the Royal Guards began to clean up the battlefield and finish off the undead who were not yet dead.

More than half of the Knights of the Silver Hand were killed in the battle, with only 22 people surviving. Only 600 of the 2,000 militiamen were left, most of whom were Garin's farmers.

In addition, more than 300 young and strong people who participated in the battle in the town were killed or injured. Although the loss was heavy, at least the town was held and no human tragedy occurred.

After hearing the cheers, the residents of the town came out from the back hills and cellars and spontaneously joined the rescue team.

Joseph came to Garin and thanked him for his support.

"Thank the Holy Light, I am Joseph, the local lord. Are you the supporters from the Alliance?" As the lord of Lordaeron, Joseph recognized that Garin and his men's flag did not belong to Lordaeron, but it had the symbols of the Lordaeron Alliance and the Church on it.

"Yes, I am the prince of Stromgarde, and I was commissioned by my brothers in the Knights of the Silver Hand to rescue Darrowshire."

When the word "prince" was mentioned, Joseph became angry, but he quickly suppressed it.

"On behalf of the people of Darrow County, I would like to thank you for your assistance. Otherwise, we might be doomed."

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to Joseph came over with a little girl in a dress.

"Dad, Dad, have you chased away all the bad guys outside?" The little girl carved from pink jade said in a baby voice.

"Oh, little Pamela, it wasn't Daddy, it was this uncle who represented justice and led people to drive away the bad guys. Come on, thank this uncle!"

"Handsome uncle, thank you for helping us drive away the bad guys. This is my favorite doll. I'll give it to you as a thank you gift."

Jialin looked at little Pamela who was holding a doll in her hands. She was staring at him curiously with her big sparkling eyes. She looked so cute.

Garin squatted down with a smile, took off his gauntlet, rubbed the little girl's head with his palm, then rummaged in his magic pattern cloth bag and finally found a handful of candies.

Garin handed the candy to little Pamela.

"Little Pamela, your uncle can't just take this doll for free. I'll exchange this candy with you."

Garin took the doll, leaving the little girl with free hands to take the candy, and finally gently scratched the little girl's nose, satisfying his own weird uncle pleasure.

Garin hung the doll solemnly around his waist, then turned to Joseph and said:

"Evacuate, Lord Joseph. Dallon County is no longer safe. For the sake of children and innocent people, seek refuge from the Knights of the Silver Hand in the north, or go to Hearthglen in the west."

Joseph's face darkened and he nodded.

Eventually they still had to abandon their homes.

After calming down, Jialin prepared to leave.

However, after meeting Pamela, Garin didn't want to see more tragedies, so he decided to leave Gavinrad and the Knights Templar to help the refugees migrate, and he took the other soldiers and teleported directly to Tirisfal Glades.

Calia has left the monastery. The monastery could not feed more than 100,000 people, so she took half of the refugees and migrated to the West Tirisfal Valley.

The West Tirisfal Valley was originally a land used as a cemetery with only a village of a thousand people.

A few months ago, 150,000 people poured in and the original village could no longer accommodate so many people, so it was expanded.

After taking off their militia equipment, more than 10,000 farmers in Garin became experienced craftsmen, lumberjacks, builders and other workers, and joined the construction project named Hope Town.

Therefore, this new town had no secrets for Garin.

At the entrance of the valley, Turalyon, who was in charge of defense, welcomed Garin and his army in. Garin did not waste any time and asked to see the eldest princess Jialiya by name.

In the refugee camp, Garin met the eldest princess of Lordaeron.

At this time, the eldest princess was treating the wounded.

When the people fled, many soldiers and civilians were harmed by the zombies and abominations. The seriously injured were given priority, followed by those with moderate injuries.

Now these were the ones with the least injuries. Relying on their own resistance and the help of holy water, they barely suppressed the plague in their bodies. They struggled for several months and finally waited for the priests and paladins to free up their hands to treat them.

Garin saw the eldest princess in white priest robes from afar. Jialiya, who was conscientiously releasing holy light to cure diseases and heal wounds, had a unique beauty.

She looks like a fragile flower, but beneath her delicate appearance, she hides a strong look.

Garin's eyes lit up. It seemed that the eldest princess, who was said by the old ministers of Lordaeron to be so hit hard that she couldn't stand up, was not as fragile as they said.

Garin did not urge but waited quietly for the pastor to finish her treatment for the day.

"Prince Galen, I heard from General Turalyon about your help to the people of Lordaeron. On behalf of Lordaeron, I thank you."

Jialiya didn't let Jialin wait too long. She quickly finished the work at hand and came over.

"You don't have to do this, Princess Jialiya, you can call me Jialin."

Garin was not very familiar with the people of the Menethil royal family, and Jialiya had only met Garin a few times, but Jialiya was very familiar with Garin's deeds.

No one can resist the fact that his best friend Jaina always praises her secret crush in front of him, and even boldly proposes the idea of ​​forming an alliance to fight against his love rival...

Thinking of this, Jialiya felt a little shy for a moment.

"In that case, Jialin, please just call me Jialiya..."