Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

In Auberdine, a large town on the Dark Coast of Kalimdor, Garen was looking at the huge shadow in the mist beyond the sea.

In the darkness of night, huge storm clouds covered the gloomy sea, and it seemed that a huge storm was about to hit at the next moment.

That huge shadow is Teldrassil, a new world tree planted by Tyrande herself!

It towers into the sky, with branches even larger than the land area of ​​Alterac, and a dense canopy large enough to contain an entire civilization.

And that is exactly what happened. The night elves built their new capital on the treetops: Darnassus!

"Nordrassil is still alive. Although the druids have tried their best to save it, it still cannot recover. For the future of the night elves, I can only plant this new world tree!"

Tyrande gently came to Garen's side, her eyes still complicated.

As a ruler, one of the highest leaders of the night elves, she had mixed feelings about Galin'rema.

On the one hand, Galen'rema was once her and Malfurion's closest comrade-in-arms. He not only saved her but also saved Malfurion in the War of the Ancients. She still keeps the banana that Galen gave her, and she still owes Galen a favor!

On the other hand, the existence of Galin'lema split the entire race of night elves, resulting in the entire race being divided into two mountains: Mount Hyjal and Eldre'Thalas for tens of thousands of years!

Although most night elves believe that Mount Hyjal and Eldre'Thalas are one, only Tyrande knows that Tolsedrin has always been disobeying her decrees, and Fandral has even publicly criticized her decrees!

For ten thousand years, Malfurion has fallen into a deep sleep again, and the army loyal to Eldre'Thalas makes her even more wary. Tyrande is powerless to change this situation and can only let it develop!

It was originally thought that Galin'remar's death in Mount Hyjal was an opportunity for the night elves to unify. She planted Teldrassil, and it grew smoothly under the care of the druids. However, it didn't take long for her to discover that Malfurion and a large number of druids had been lost in the Emerald Dream. When the archdruids were unable to rescue them, they had to choose to resurrect Galin'remar!

Galen did not notice Tyrande's gaze, and even if he did, he would not care.

This feeling of hating him but not being able to kill him is wonderful!

Moreover, in Garen's opinion, Tyrande is not suitable to be the leader of the night elves at all. She is narrow-minded and lacks vision!

At this time, Garen was still looking at Teldrassil!

This place left a deep impression on him!

In his previous life, his first profession in the game was Night Elf Druid. As a newbie at that time, he struggled for an entire afternoon to get out of the Novice Village. The various caves filled with Satyrs made him dizzy!

"Without the blessing of the Dragon King, Teldrassil cannot restore the immortality of the tribesmen. It is just a new home, not a world tree!"

Jialin's words were cruel, but they were the truth.

"Many civilians in the tribe have fallen ill recently, right? Instead of thinking about restoring immortality, it is better to send out druids and moon priests. Whether using divine spells, natural spells, or mixing herbs, healing the sick members of the tribe is the top priority!"

In addition to the Bronze Dragon King's blessing of eternal life, Nordrassil also brings the Red Dragon Queen's blessing of vigorous vitality to the night elves, which can make the night elves strong and free from disease.

Looking at the silent Tyrande, Garen still insisted: "Ten thousand years ago, when there was no World Tree, wasn't healing one of the duties of you Moon Goddess priests? The long time has made you forget how to perform healing magic?"

Tyrande was ashamed...

Garen's words hit Tyrande's sore spot. The night elves, who were used to living a life without illness or disaster, found it difficult to adapt to the current situation. They lost too much at once!

This is also the reason why she was able to plant Teldrassil and make some druids willing to take good care of it!

Most of the tribesmen hope to regain the blessing of the World Tree!

"Ding ding ding ding!"

As the port bell rang, a shipping ship with purple sails was slowly approaching the shore.

The arrival of the transport ship eased Tyrande's embarrassment. She said to Garen, "This is the Moonsea Wave. It travels between the port of Auberdine and the Rut'theran village in Teldrassil. Let's get on board and rescue Malfurion as soon as possible!"

"Let's go! Isn't this the reason why I came back?"

Gary said softly, then walked towards the night elf-style shipping ship!