Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"Mages! Hunters! Follow my command and kill that big green bug with all your might!"

"okay!"

No matter how powerful Acidmaw and Dreadscale are, they are still two wild beasts. With their limited intelligence, they have never discovered that their abilities can actually restrain each other, which eventually becomes their fatal flaw.

Taking advantage of this characteristic, warriors who are hit by the venom of Acidmaw will try their best to run into the flames sprayed by Terrorscale to purify themselves from the venom.

Afterwards, Sourthroat was severely beaten by the warriors and was directly eliminated. The remaining Firefly was even more helpless and was beaten even more miserably before leaving the field!

However, they also completed the clearing of the field as Garin had expected, and only thirty contestants were left.

We have eliminated those who are insufficiently strong, have poor adaptability, fail to understand teamwork, and are dragged down by working alone. These are the real elites.

“Well done! Warriors of Azeroth, you have won and passed the third level! Audience, cheer for them, this is the honor they deserve!”

Garin was very satisfied with the performance of these young people. Most of them were at level eight or nine. Only the old hunter and the contestant disguised as a dragon had legendary strength. While the dragons were slacking off the whole time, they were able to keenly detect the weaknesses of the two big bugs and defeat them without any strategy.

But we can’t just praise, we still need to suppress it if necessary: ​​“But this is not over yet… this is just the beginning!”

Garin's voice slowly stopped the audience's cheers. After the arena was quiet, he continued, "You have proven your strength, but this is not enough. We are facing a more terrifying enemy, the Lich King. So next you will face an even more powerful opponent."

"It's halftime now, warriors, please hurry up, you only have half an hour to recover your physical strength and magicka! The Crusaders will provide life recovery potions and purification potions, while the night elf allies will provide water from the Moon Well!"

After Garin finished speaking, the thirty warriors quickly sat down cross-legged. A large number of soldiers also poured into the venue and quickly cleaned up the bodies of the killed wild animals and mammoths.

Soon, the recovery items that Garin mentioned were brought up by the servants. Most people chose the Crusaders' recovery items, and only the night elf team and a dragon team chose to drink the water from the Moon Well to restore their physical strength and magicka.

The water from the Moon Well is good stuff!

He is able to restore the user's physical and magical energy.

The water of the Moonwell is inextricably linked to the Well of Eternity. After the Well of Eternity exploded ten thousand years ago, the energy of the water scattered by the explosion formed the magic network of Azeroth, and some scarce energy was scattered to every corner of the world.

This is similar to the heart exploding, and the energy is spread to blood vessels throughout the body.

The night elves discovered this and built a large number of moon wells in their territories to collect this scattered energy.

Relying on the moon well in the territory, the night elf civilians cured their already weak addiction to magic.

Of course, only the high-ranking members of the night elves knew these things, and folk legends evolved into the idea that the Moon Well was a gift from the moon goddess Elune.

"Humph!"

The night elf girl who transformed into a wild boar was somewhat dissatisfied: "These people didn't choose the water from the Moon Well, but used the alchemical products of the Crusaders. They really don't know the value of things!"

"Hush!" The older female druid interrupted the little girl and said, "Istaria, don't say that. To be fair, the Crusader's alchemical potion is indeed unique. It is almost as good as the water from the Moon Well!"

"Okay, Sister Thisalee!" Istaria pouted her lips, and an oil bottle could be hung on them.

"Istaria, don't lose your temper. The Crusaders are our allies. Lord Garin has a close relationship with our great hero Garinrema. We must give them enough respect!"

"I understand, Sister Ainasa, I..."

The little girl wanted to say something but was interrupted by a shout.

"Hey, that night elf chick over there..."

"Paji!"

Before he could finish his words, Wilton Barov, who was responsible for the touching, was slapped on the back of the head by his brother.

"Silly brother, they are the ally of the overlord, please be polite when speaking." Alex said with a smile. There were not many opportunities to teach his disobedient brother a lesson in such a fair and open manner.

"you……"

As expected, Wilton was furious, but unable to refute.

"Allies of the night elves, can you come over to discuss the division of labor? We don't have many people left. In order to face the next test, we must unite!"

"Agree!"

Time was spent in discussion among the remaining personnel, and finally a decision was made to have Hemet Nesingwary as the team leader and Aubrey Brighthair as his deputy.

"The fourth round of the league's first championship trial begins!"

Originally, in Turalyon's arrangement, the next round was to be a snow monster with a pair of curved sheep horns on its head, blue skin, and white hair all over its body. However, Garin thought this test was too simple and was not even as good as two ice worms.

"This trial will be an unprecedented event for the alliance, and the gatekeepers of the following trials will open your eyes!"

Garin's loud voice echoed throughout the venue, arousing the curiosity not only of the contestants in the field, but also of the audience in the stands, including the top leaders of the alliance!

After a flash of white light, the gatekeeper of the fourth level arrived!

The white light faded away, and a huge figure appeared on the scene.

"Wow!"

The audience in the stands were amazed as they saw a giant nearly ten meters tall.

His whole body was red, and besides flesh and blood, a lot of rock tissue could be seen on his body!

Huge, one-eyed, terrifying!

Words can no longer describe the feeling this giant brings to the viewer.

In addition to this Gronn with unparalleled military power, the audience also saw five smaller Ogrons!

Sons of Gruul: Dune the Devourer, along with King Maulgar and his four minions!

A high-quality replica of Gruul's Lair.

Garin's bad taste.

"Ten years ago, a race called orcs invaded our world. The Alliance defeated them. Today, most of them are still serving us as farmers, herdsmen, and miners."

"And these giants are a race living in the orcs' homeland, the Draenor Mountains. They have been conquered by me and the Crusaders!"

Garin paused and glanced at the top leaders of the Alliance. The older generation Gene was also here. Today he would let those who superficially obeyed Stromgarde know that the Crusaders were not something they could surpass.