Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

"Hoo! Hoo!"

In the magical forest of Suramar, a group of demons were resting, half leaning against a tree trunk.

As time passed, the demon's evil energy flowed along the tree trunks and polluted the blue forest.

"Sister, we have failed utterly. Our million-strong army has been completely depleted. Lord Kil'jaeden will not let us go!"

Unlike exhausted demons, the Eredar Twins possess the strength of demigods and retain most of their strength even in their desperate escape.

Compared to the current dire situation, they are more afraid of the punishment from Kil'jaeden.

The Eredar twins shuddered at the thought.

Queen Salolas had a gloomy face. She was also afraid of the punishment from the teacher, which was a process worse than death.

Now my sister and I have reached a crossroads in our destiny, and if we are not careful, there will be no way back.

After pondering for a moment, Queen Sarolas's green eyes lit up and she said excitedly, "Let's go to Suramar City!"

"Suramar?"

"Yes! As long as we do well, we still have a chance!"

Seeing that her sister Oreses still had a confused expression, Queen Salolas felt a little disgusted.

My brain must have been burned by the evil flames while practicing magic!

"What is our main mission this time?"

"Attract the attention of the ants of Azeroth and cooperate with Malchezaar to seize the body of the Lord of the Legion!" Oresthes blurted out: "Now we have completely failed, sister, Malchezaar has also rebelled!"

At this point, High Warlock Orestes's eyes lit up: "Sister, are you saying that we should put all the blame on that traitor Malchezaar?"

Sarolas looked at her sister, who thought she had found a way out, with a caring expression on her face. "Put aside your thoughts, my foolish sister. Lord Kil'jaeden will not care about the reasons for the mission's failure."

He only cares about the results of the mission!

Failure is failure!

There is no room for luck.

Over the past tens of thousands of years, there have been stubborn demons who have tried to explain, but their end was worse than the last.

"No, our only way to survive is to fulfill Lord Kil'jaeden's purpose!"

In addition to wanting to use the fel power in Sargeras' body to complete the sublimation of life, Kil'jaeden also wanted to use the huge fel power in the body to open a portal so that his body could enter Azeroth!

The maximum limit of the space rifts opened before is to let in a few initial demigods. If you want to deploy more combat power, the best way is to open a large portal.

This is also the main plan of the Burning Legion when it encounters tough opponents during its interstellar expedition and the human wave tactics do not work.

After hearing her sister's clear analysis, Oreses couldn't wait to ask, "Then where are our chances?"

Sarolas stared at the purple sky outside the forest, which was the magical barrier of Suramar City.

"Search for the energy source that will allow Lord Kil'jaeden to descend."

"Sister, you mean the Nightwell!"

The Eredar Twins are Kil'jaeden's right-hand men, but their main ability is not to command the Legion's large-scale operations, but their professional espionage skills.

They are the most important intelligence leaders under the Fraudster.

"That's right! The Nightwell, the energy source that will bring Lord Archimonde to us!"

"According to my intelligence, this city was destroyed once by Lord Archimonde's arrival. The energy of the rebuilt Nightwell seems to be even more concentrated. As long as we operate properly, Lord Kil'jaeden will be able to descend like Lord Archimonde!"

"So the two of us just need to use our old skills to sneak into this city..."

"That's right! Take the Nightwell!"

The Eredar twins smiled at each other, revealing expressions of relief.

The plan goes through!

………………

Just when the Eredar twins thought they had found a way out of the difficulties and dangers and were implementing it, several figures on the top of Suramar City not far away were watching them through the purple sky.

After a long moment, watching the Eredar twins unleash their spy talents and transform into Shal'dorei, Garin withdrew his gaze.

Even with the Eagle Eyes spell, the long period of spying still made his eyes feel a little swollen. He blinked twice before asking:

"How's the plan going, Elisande?"

Behind Garin, a tall, slender purple figure said respectfully, "Great Lord, I have made preparations throughout Suramar and prepared various contingency plans to ensure that the demons will not discover any flaws."

Grand Magister Elisande has lived in seclusion since Arthas conquered Suramar more than a decade ago.

Even after being conquered by the Heart of Origin and witnessing the flourishing of hundreds of races under Garin's command, she did not give up her conservative ideas.

In addition to forming the Dusklily Council of Suramar and remotely controlling Chief Arcanist Thalyssra, Lilith Moonshire and other high-ranking Shal'dorei to rebuild the city of Suramar, she has been staying in the Nighthold to rebuild Suramar's magic shield.

Now, if Garen hadn't called her, Elisande wouldn't have been willing to leave the heart of the magical shield: the Eye of Asurman.

Garin fluttered the short beard on his chin and turned to look at the still charming Elisande. What he saw was a pair of purple thunder wrapped in red silk.

The Shal'dorei were much taller than humans. Even though Garin was two meters tall, he was still only as tall as the great mage's chest.

"Tell me more about it..."

Looking away, Garin was still curious about what kind of feast of deception she had prepared for these demons.

Elisande's lips curled up, a hint of joy at the success of her prank. "I'll lead them to the Chief Arcanist's estate, which is just outside the eastern city of Suramar and outside the range of the magic shield."

"With their 'careful search', they will soon find detailed information about the magic shield in my chief arcanist's collection, and then find the weak point of the shield and sneak into Suramar."

"As long as they dare to enter Suramar, I will make sure they never return!"

Garin shook his head. "No, no, no, Elisande, you might be mistaken."

"What I want is not to annihilate them completely, but to allow them to successfully steal the energy of the Nightwell and lure Kil'jaeden in to kill him."

Elisande was incredulous. "High Lord, why Suramar again?"

Archimonde came once, Suramar was broken, and the Shal'dorei were almost wiped out. Now the cunning Kil'jaeden is coming. How can her people be safe?

"No wonder when we were rebuilding Suramar, you advised me not to make it too luxurious and to focus on practicality! So you were planning..."

"........."

Garin also felt that it was unfair. Could he say that it was he who secretly led Arthas to bring the undead army here the first time?

But this time, Legion just happens to be on the Broken Shore.

As the saying goes... since we're here, we're already here.