Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

The scarlet maple leaves sway slightly with the breeze and the caress of the evening moonlight.

A farm located outside Stormwind City, not far from North County Monastery, is no longer lively and busy during the day. Except for the big house in the center, which is still brightly lit, everything is dark and quiet.

"Lord Nilas Elan, please rest assured."

The middle-aged senior priest in gray robes released a ball of gentle pale white holy light from his right hand, illuminating the young man with long light brown hair lying on the big oak bed in front of him.

Under the illumination of the holy light, the young man who originally had a frown and a look of pain on his face soon became calm.

"Medivh just used up all his arcane energy when he attacked the troll in the end, causing him to be temporarily comatose."

"After I used the holy light to calm his turbulent spiritual sea."

"I believe you can feel that he has returned to normal now"

The priest put away the sacred energy, turned around, looked at the middle-aged spellcaster in purple robe with a high collar, and said calmly.

"If nothing else happens, he will wake up on his own after a while."

"Thank you for the treatment, Pastor Shields."

After hearing the priest's final judgment, the purple-robed spellcaster named Nielas let out a long sigh of relief.

As the saying goes, caring leads to chaos. As the high-ranking royal mage of the Eastern Kingdom Continent and the Storm Kingdom of the Seven Kingdoms of Humanity, Nielas, with the powerful spiritual power brought by him as a spell caster, can naturally sense that his child has escaped from the relationship with a child.

The most dangerous mental turmoil for a spell caster is nothing but quiet sleep and cultivation.

"Butler Fox, take out 3 bags of Lorentam sweet potatoes from the inner storage room of the manor."

"To-morrow morning, in the name of the Elam family, donate it to Northshire Abbey."

Nielas said in front of Pastor Shields.

"Yes, my master."

A low voice sounded from behind the purple-robed spellcaster.

At this time, Pastor Shield noticed that behind the owner of this place, there was also a dwarf butler who could use shadow energy and had an extraordinary profession.

"Thank you for your gift, Lord Nielas."

No matter what, three bags of magic sweet potatoes with the ability to nourish the spirit, a harvest worth 300 gold coins, still made the high-ranking priest Sheld who was pulled over in the middle of the night, just one step away from being promoted to the bishop level, a satisfied smile on his lips.

He responded in a pious whisper.

"May the Holy Light protect you and your descendants."

Just when two of the kingdom's transcendent figures, who were of high status, had just concluded a py deal that was both pleasing to the eye, something unexpected happened.

"Who are you?"

"Don't come close to me, ah..."

The young man who was already sleeping peacefully on the big bed suddenly heard a scream of terror and grief. Then, the riot reached the extreme, and dark blue terrifying arcane energy like lightning suddenly exploded from the center of his eyebrows to the outside world.

These arcane powers that have lost control of their will, like the most tyrannical lords, wantonly crack the void, disrupting the surrounding earth, fire, wind, water, lightning and other elemental energies.

In just a few seconds, countless traces of flames, frost, and lightning appeared in this room, and spread rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damn it!"

The middle-aged mage in purple robe and high collar cursed in a low voice. He knew very well how much power his descendants contained. After the initial shock, he calmly began to make arrangements.

"Steward Fox, go and wake up the farmers in the countryside immediately and ask them to leave here, as far away as possible!"

If the power in my child's body really expands endlessly like this, not to mention this manor, I am afraid that most of Stormwind City not far from here will be destroyed!

"As you command, my master!"

The dwarf butler, who was well aware of the inside of the master's house, also knew the urgency of the situation. He nodded quickly, his short body turned into a blurry shadow, and rushed out of the door in an instant.

For a moment, the originally peaceful manor was filled with chickens crowing and dogs barking, and countless simple farmer families hurriedly fled to the outside world.

On the other side, the purple-robed mage turned around and looked deeply into Pastor Shield's eyes. Unfortunately, there was no look of joy that the conspiracy had succeeded. Instead, there was only panic and natural reaction to this sudden change.

fear.

Nielas shook his head secretly. Could it be that this was just an accident?

This mage, who loves his child deeply, naturally cannot discover that his child's dark green eyes have become evil and extremely filthy under the thick layer of chaotic arcane energy.

I can only secretly wonder whether the young man, who has never been in contact with the Holy Light in the past 13 years since his birth, has a secret conflict and connection between his newly adult guardian physique and the power of the Holy Light that is unknown to outsiders.

?

The chaotic arcane power surrounding the young man is getting stronger and stronger, and Nielas cannot stop thinking about the time when the crisis will come.

"Pastor Shield, please inform the bishops of North County Abbey immediately."

He decisively stopped thinking. As he spoke, he leaned down and activated the magic mechanism on the floor.

"Ask them to bring people to help!"

Circles and circles of extremely complicated magic appeared on the walls and windows of the entire room, and a pale yellow earth defensive magic covering the entire room was instantly formed.

"Go quickly!"

"Yes, sir!"

The priest was suddenly shouted out by the purple-robed mage and was shocked by the crazy changes in front of him. Only then did he react. He ran out of the house, mounted his big horse, and galloped towards the North County Monastery, which was not far from here...

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This night was beyond everyone’s imagination!

The extremely violent arcane energy ignited the sky above the Eastern Kingdom. Almost all of the millions of people in the Storm King City and surrounding areas saw a line of lightning, whirlwinds, flames and other forces rising in the sky tonight.

A column of arcane energy that penetrates heaven and earth.

Subsequently, more than a dozen bishops and nearly a thousand mid-level and high-ranking priests came out of the Holy Light Holy Land in the Eastern Kingdom and the North County Monastery. They jointly activated the sacred power accumulated for countless years in the sacred place of the monastery, turning it into a holy light that covered the sky.

The barrier suppresses the violent arcane energy back to its original point.

This turmoil, which attracted the attention of many powerful people in the entire Eastern Kingdom, and even the entire world, lasted for three days and three nights before it completely subsided.

It was precisely because of such a huge movement that no one noticed that at the same time in the sky, like a meteor, it slipped silently into the junction of Elwynn Forest and the Redridge Mountains, a building named

The Holy Feather in the woods next to the town of Edel.

No, some people still noticed this fleeting light and shadow. When all the changes had settled, the people in the town noticed the white-haired church located in the dilapidated church with a dome at the eastern end of the town.

The pale old priest took back a baby with black hair and black eyes...

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Time flies by, and twenty years have passed since the celestial changes that the old man talked about about the arcane light pillar and the holy light barrier.

Under the deliberate suppression by the kingdom officials, except for a very few true insiders, everyone just believed that it was a natural disaster caused by a natural arcane riot twenty years ago.

On the contrary, this small town called Edel, at the junction of Elwynn Forest and the Redridge Mountains, has become increasingly prosperous as time goes by.

"Messiah Pastor, Messiah Pastor."

A little boy with short blond hair who looked to be only eleven or two years old muttered in a low voice.

He has a chubby figure and wears a somewhat loose high-collar dress typical of nobles. He is running pattering on the bluestone road in the easternmost part of Edel Town.

"Good morning, Master Andre."

"Good day, Sir Andre!"

"Yahweh, God, bless you, my lord."

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On the left and right sides of the town's road, the townspeople of Edel Town all touched their chests and respectfully greeted the son of the fast-running town lord, old Baron Charles.

The two stalwart male servants followed closely behind their little master, running towards the end of the road, the small chapel in front of them, which was made of marble and had a high-roofed cross.

In front of a row of large candlelights, there is a huge cross that is as tall as one person and covered with fresh rose flowers.

"Paul, open the chapel door."

A voice with a hint of mercy came from the black-haired young man who knelt on the cushion in front of the cross and closed his eyes in prayer.

"Yes, Holy See."

Behind the black-haired young man, praying with him were three half-grown children.

The one on the far left stood up and walked towards the door of the prayer room, but before he could open the door, the shouts of Andre, the son of old Baron Charles, could already be heard outside the door.

"Messiah Pastor."

"Andre is here! Open the door quickly."

A little brown-haired boy named Paul opened the door and stood silently aside. He has not yet become a trainee priest and cannot yet guide the power of the Holy Light of God Yahweh. Even if he is a disciple of Edward, he is not considered a disciple now.

He is an extraordinary professional, but he cannot stand side by side with a nobleman.

Andre, the son of the lord, immediately entered the prayer room and was about to speak loudly, but as if he thought of something else, he forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart.

"Dear Messianic Pastor."

He forcibly lowered his voice.

"My father, I hope you can host this temporary ceremony."

The black-haired priest in gray robe stood up. In the center of his priest's robe, there was a pattern that was different from all the priest's robes in the world, a huge cross that ran through the entire priest's robe.

"May God bless your child."

Turning around, Messiah looked at the red-faced little fat man in front of him and said with a smile.

"You don't have to be so formal."

"Andre, what happened?"

His gentle voice soothed Andre's impetuous heart and calmed the son of a lord.

"Let our lord prepare to bleed a lot to reward his kind subjects?"

The little fat man paused after calming down, and now he finally regained his aristocratic and elegant tone.

"Just now, news came from the royal capital's magic letter."

"Our beloved King Ryan has a healthy male descendant."

"The name is Varian Wrynn!"

Although I had been prepared in my heart, this news was still like lightning, briefly shocking our pastor's heart.

"I understand, Andre, I will rush over as soon as possible."

He turned around and looked again at the huge and solemn cross in the center of the front of the church.

In just ten years, the door leading to the era of blood and fire, a very iconic door in history, is about to be opened by the evil hand.

Light and shadow, evil and arcane, the noblest and the most evil wars, rise and fall with each other on this land...