Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

As the saying goes, one is willing to fight, the other is willing...

Well, judging by Elisande's expression, she wasn't willing to take another hit.

After all, Elisande is one of them, and Garin doesn't want to force her to do anything.

In the end, the great mage agreed only after being offered many benefits and promised that the new Suramar City would be fully provided with building materials by both Silvermoon City and the Farondis Palace.

"The Broken Shore campaign has just ended, and the armies of Azeroth need some time to rest and recuperate. Therefore, I hope Kil'jaeden's arrival will be six months from now."

After Garin calmed Elisande down, he began to put forward his own demands.

"No problem, I will give these demons some obstacles and won't let them notice the problem."

Elisande is also a man who can accomplish great things. After she got over the hurdle in her heart, she no longer worried about the fate of Suramar.

Just like the High Lord said, it's the Burning Legion's fault for choosing to descend on the Broken Isles. Only the Shal'dorei are rich in this land.

The best way now is to lose the land but save the people, and then do our utmost to save the people.

"Okay, go get ready. I still need to find Aionar to take the next step."

Operation codename: Ragnarok.

"Do you need my help?" Elisande knew that all of Garen's plans revolved around the Broken Isles. As one of the overlords of the isles, she asked casually.

"No, my target is Odin. I will use the Vrykul from Northrend when the time comes."

"Odin?" Elisande's eyes lit up. "Skyhold?"

"Oh? You know something about Sky Fortress?" Garin was curious about where Elisande heard it from.

Odin and his Halls of Valor have been sealed by Hela for tens of thousands of years. At that time, the ancestors of the night elves probably had not yet migrated to the Well of Eternity, let alone Suramar.

"No, I don't know much about Skyhold. I only know that the Vikings call it Valhalla. According to legend, the souls of those who died heroically in battle will go there, and the master of Valhalla is Odin."

Heard it from our Vrykul neighbors, well, that makes sense.

The Vrykul of the Broken Isles were also the ones who followed Tyr and Archaedas south, but Tyr died in battle along the way, and some of the Vrykul chose to stay in Tirisfal Glades to guard Tyr's tomb, and eventually evolved into humans.

The other part continued to migrate to the central area of the continent to seek Odin's protection.

Perhaps it was the power of the Well of Eternity that curbed the curse of flesh and blood. Although it made their bodies completely turn into flesh and blood, it also prevented their size from shrinking.

But their lives were not easy either. They were often caught in the conflict between Odin and Hela. Many souls of the Vikings who died in the battle were captured by Hela and thrown into her underworld abyss, becoming her minions.

As Garin pondered the information about the Vrykul, Elisande continued, "Six thousand years ago, my strength was stuck at the Legendary level. I tried everything but couldn't break through, so I set my sights on the gods the Vrykul spoke of."

"I've thought about killing the gods or seizing their power. Perhaps I could use this as a medium to break through the shackles of mortals and reach the level of Azshara ten thousand years ago."

Hey!

I didn’t expect that the number one Onmyoji in Azeroth would have such ambition.

Surpassing Azshara, I guess Tyrande hasn't even thought about this.

"What happened next? Did you take action?"

Forget Odyn and his Halls of Valor. Even if the entire Shal'dorei united as one, they probably wouldn't be able to defeat the Vrykul tribe in Stormheim...

A gloomy look flashed across Elisande's face, but she finally nodded. "Of course. I remember that was three thousand years ago, and it was my former advisor, Melandrus, who led the expedition north."

"That was an entire elite Dusk Guard of a thousand men, and in the end, only Melandus returned seriously injured."

"This also made me know about a god of death named Hela and her realm of the dead, the Abyss."

"There are two gods hidden in one area. The water in Stormheim is too deep. After that, I gave up the idea of seeking advancement from the north and concentrated on studying the Eye of Sur."

Garin smiled secretly when he heard this. This old woman was lucky. Odin couldn't move, and Hela wouldn't leave easily in order to keep an eye on Odin. If these two people really held a grudge against each other, Suramar might be destroyed even faster.

Seeing that no more information could be obtained from Elisande, Garin signaled the Grand Mage to implement the plan of the Eredar Twins.

In the Broken Isles today, Azsuna and Val'sharah are firmly controlled by the night elves and the Farondis court, and there has been no rebellion in the High Territory of the North. All that remains is to eliminate Odin and Hela, the two cancers that have betrayed the Titan Guardian system.

He checked the status of each department during the mental connection. Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner and all the heroes were busy. Garin thought that he was free now, so he decided to go to Stormheim himself.

Make a big fuss!

..............................

the next day.

In the northeastern waters of the Broken Isles, a large flying fleet is rapidly approaching Stormheim.

From a distance, one can see that this is a group of sturdy proto-dragons, numbering thousands, and on the back of each proto-dragon rides a Vikus knight.

After the proto-dragon army flew over Shield's Rest Island and entered Stormheim, a blue proto-dragon rose from the ground to greet them.

On the back of this blue proto-dragon was a heroic female Vikus. Her plump and strong thighs were tightly clamped around the proto-dragon's neck, and her hands were pulling the reins hard.

The blue proto-dragon completed a beautiful turn in the air and quickly approached the front of the proto-dragon knight team.

After completing the alignment, the female Vrykul reported respectfully and loudly: "Reporting to the Grand Commander..."

"Ok?"

The Viking leader, wearing a horned helmet, glanced at the female Viking and said dissatisfiedly, "Silvara, you can call me whatever you want in Northen, but now that we are in Stormheim, what should you call me?"

The female Vikus named Sivara broke out in a cold sweat and turned into ice particles in the biting cold wind.

She quickly changed her tone and said, "Lord Olaf, after crossing the wide Y-shaped valley ahead, we will reach Hedashar, the capital of the Tideskorn Tribe!"

"Ok!"

Olaf, the Vrykul Lord, raised his right hand and waved, "Target Heldhashar, full speed!"