Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Outside Malfurion's cave, a group of druids were waiting eagerly.

When Broll and Garin came out, their eyes were full of hope.

The leader's slumber and Teldrassil's unexplained illness really made these Cenarion druids exhausted.

"What's going on, mentor?"

Fandral's tone was full of worry, but the slightest hint of gloating in his eyes was keenly caught by Garin.

This guy!

It’s time to clean up again!

Garen knew what he was thinking. Although this old elf had an outstanding talent in druidism, and was a disciple of Garen'remar and the grandson of Cenarius, he had always been suppressed by Malfurion because of their seniority.

Although Malfurion is a kind man with a peaceful temperament, his mentor has not appeared for thousands of years, and he and Tyrande have different political views. He can't stand the bias of this archdruid!

That's frustrating!

Now that Malfurion is deeply trapped in the Emerald Dream, the Teldrassil plan led by Tyrande has run into problems again. Once the couple fails, won't it be the turn of Eldre'Thalas to dominate?

After thinking about it carefully, Garin felt that there was nothing wrong with following Fandral's ideas!

He already had a human base, the orcs had long been his vassal, and he had replaced the Lich King with a new one, and he also had an undead army. Now, as long as he took control of the night elves' regime again, the bases of the four races would be in his hands in disguise.

feasible!

However, Eldre'Thalas was just a casual move he made ten thousand years ago, and Garin never expected that this city would grow to such a size.

However, the real power of Eldre'Thalas lies in the four million soldiers trained by its own Ancient of War and Ancient of Lore. Most of the native night elves still prefer the rule of Malfurion and Tyrande.

Figure it out slowly.

This idiom popped up in Jialin's mind.

"Malfurion is in bad condition. He is dying."

Jialin's calm tone contained shocking news!

"I must re-enter the Emerald Dream as soon as possible and rescue him from it."

Garin emphasized the word "rescue".

"He's going to... die?"

A being that the druids had not noticed suddenly made a sound of surprise.

Garin turned his head and saw a creature that was half human and half deer.

He had the head, arms, and torso of a night elf and the lower body of a stag, with huge antlers on his head and a mane of leaves hanging down his back, and his right hand was gnarled and twisted like the roots of an old tree.

From the huge antlers on his head, it can be seen that he is a jungle guardian, the descendant of Cenarius!

Garen had never seen him before, but the other druids immediately knelt down to pay tribute, and even the priestesses brought by Tyrande bowed to him.

However, the jungle guardian did not seem to like the greeting at all.

"Rise up, everyone! I don't need any of your worship."

The Keeper of the Grove added glumly, "I'm sorry I couldn't save Malfurion."

After the jungle guardian finished speaking, his four nimble legs began to move, and colorful wild flowers bloomed in his footsteps.

"Nice to meet you, Brother Galinrema! I am Remulos, the guardian of Moonglade!"

"Remulos? Are you the descendant of Shandor?"

Garin finally remembered who the jungle guardian was. Cenarius had two sons. One of them was named Zaetar, but most people didn't know of his existence. Garin knew him because of his beautiful partner.

The other one is Remulos in front of us. He is the guardian of Moonglade.

"Yes, I am Cenarius's eldest son!"

The majestic guardian confirmed Garin's guess.