Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Broken Isles.

In the northeast corner of Azsuna, on the high tower of the Zahnar Demon Network ruins, four tall figures were standing there looking to the east.

That was the area where Suramar was located. With the powerful eyesight of the four warriors, they could only see the edge of the purple curtain.

These four people are Galen'remar, who transformed into the leader of the night elves, Tortheldrin and Thranduil who are loyal to Galen, and the last one is Prince Farondis who rules Nar'thalas.

In the ruins behind them, a large number of withered had been subdued and were being guarded by the Night's Watch of Nar'thalas and the druid forces of Eldre'Thalas.

"I didn't expect that after losing the supply of magic power, these distant relatives would suffer such great damage. They almost lost their minds!"

The speaker was Prince Farondis, who had a long white beard. His sigh was not without reason. As far as he knew, after the War of the Ancients, except for the night elves, the main body living in the holy Mount Hyjal, the other branches of the elves went their separate ways.

The explosion of the Well of Eternity was a disaster for the elves. The elves, who had lived around the Well of Eternity for countless generations, had long since adapted to this environment of high concentrations of magic. Once they lost this environment, their bodies would not be able to adapt, and they would develop symptoms of magic addiction due to lack of magic.

In fact, Illidan did a good thing, but no one has realized it until now. In addition, the night elf society now rejects arcane magic, and the dragon kings used the World Tree to cover up the Well of Eternity created by Illidan. The existence of the World Tree is not only a carrier of the dragon kings' blessings, but also has subtly changed the hidden dangers of the night elves' magic addiction over thousands of years.

Illidan may never be able to clear himself of the fact that he secretly built the Well of Eternity.

After living together with the night elves in Mount Hyjal for nearly three thousand years, the high elves who now call themselves the high elves were led by Dath'Remar to the eastern continent. Although the process was difficult, they finally built the Sunwell, a source of magic, and established a kingdom.

In the southwestern border, the original Sindra elves seem to be living well now because of the existence of Prince Garin. Except for having to practice druid magic, they are the happiest group in Prince Farondis's opinion.

The elves in Suramar, led by Grand Magister Elisande, created the Nightwell with the Eye of Aman'thul, one of the pillars of creation left by the Titans. The Nightwell not only provided the magic needed for life, but also built a magic barrier to isolate the dangers of the outside world. Now they call themselves Shal'dorei, or the Sons of the Night.

The Withered are the Nightborne who were exiled by Elisande. Their magic addiction could not be replenished by magic power, and they eventually lost their minds and turned into crazy Withered.

The elves ruled by Prince Farondis actually also possessed the Pillar of Creation, which was the Tidestone. However, Narsarath where they were located was only a magic academy, with a total population of only more than 10,000 people, which had naturally doubled in the past ten thousand years. It was at most a university town, lacking top scientific researchers, and could not build tidal wells or anything like that!

Fortunately, Garin remembered Farondis, and he helped them while secretly providing them with blue dragon magic.

"This transformation is irreversible!" Thranduil answered. "The jellyfish can be replenished if they shrink due to lack of water, but the elves must replenish their mana in time if they are short of mana. Once they are completely transformed into withered magicians, they will not be able to return to their original form."

Farondis took a look at Thranduil and found the phoenix emblem on his robe. He was amazed at how insightful he was. He had done research out of curiosity because the Withered had fled to the vicinity of Azsuna. He had not expected that this descendant of Dath'Remar could see it at a glance.

"You are quite good, descendant of Dath'Remar."

Farondis thought that he was Dath'Remar's childhood friend and good friend, so he acted like an elder.

"Watch your tone, Farondis!" Thranduil was unhappy.

"You should be careful with your tone, descendant of Dath'Remar. Your ancestors and I are close friends."

Thranduil took out the Quel'dorei golden staff, and then drew out the Phoenix Twin Blades behind him: "Does this remind you of something? If you still don't recognize me, I can use my method to help you remember!"

Dath'Rema, the master of both staff and sword...

Farondis recalled the memory of being suppressed and beaten by Dath'Remar in his youth.

"You are Dath'Remar?!" Farondis was shocked. "I heard the news of your death six thousand years ago, and I even sneaked into Sunstrider Isle to mourn for you! You really deserve to die!"

"No, I am really dead. It was Garin who saved me!" Thranduil glanced at Garin and told the truth selectively.

"Aha!"

Farondis thrust his staff into the ground, then used his free hands to give Thranduil a big hug: "I knew you wouldn't die so easily. You know, I was sad for decades because of your death!"

After all, they were good friends since childhood and grew up together. Speaking of which, Dath'Remar was actually a prince of the Night Elf Empire...

Prince is actually the title of prince established by Azshara. To be honest, the four people present were all princes conferred by Azshara herself. Is this a gathering of Azshara's old ministers?

"Okay, Farondis, you only need to know Dath'Remar's identity, don't tell anyone else." Galen glanced at the two people hugging, with a malicious smile in his eyes. "He is now called Thranduil Sunstrider, the grandson of Dath'Remar."

"Hahaha, Dath'Remar, you have become your grandson!" Farondis let go of Thranduil, and could no longer hold back the laughter in his heart, and burst into laughter.

After playing a prank, Garin no longer paid attention to the two and asked Tosedrin, "Has there been no movement in Suramar recently?"

It has been half a month since Arthas left the East Continent. On the way, Garin sent the Bloodsail Fleet to harass their Death Fleet, slightly delaying their advance.

Elisande should have sensed the crisis by now!