Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

?The term "Holy War" is as countless as the stars in the sky in the nearly eternal historical records of the Holy Light Cross.

Before I broke through the Bronze Level (Level 1), I once learned from my friend Fitz, a fishman priest of the Cross Church, that in the early history of the Holy Light Cross Church, the three most legendary holy wars were undoubtedly

"Azeroth's Unification Crusade", "Dark Titan's Destruction Crusade" and "Void Lord's Collapse Crusade".

Unlike the "Dark Titan's Destruction Holy War" and the "Void Lord's Destruction Holy War" which have clear and detailed records, all religious historians who are keen on studying the history of the Holy Light Cross have little understanding of the "original Holy War", that is, the "Ezer"

The timing of the start of the Ras Unification Jihad has always been debated.

Some people say it was the day St. Karen Lothar announced the establishment of the Holy Arathi Empire on the ruins of Stormwind City; others say it was the day St. Paul, the second pope of the Holy Cross Church, announced the abolition

The day Eluni believed.

But I, the great and wise Archmage Harry Potter, the 72nd Branch Dean of the Supreme Magical Holy Land "Horwarts Gryffindor" College, believe that the start time of the Holy War to unify Azeroth is,

It was the time when the shallow-sea murlocs, the second race in Azeroth that believed in the true God of Yahweh, began their racial unification war.

Speaking of which, the murlocs at that time were not as cute as Pastor Fitz, who is now known as the Tidal Sea Spirit. I heard that the ancestors of modern murlocs, those shallow-sea murlocs at that time, all had sharp teeth.

And full back sharp fins······

——Excerpted from Imperial Calendar 6384

"Slytherin House News" Page 2 "The Archmage You Don't Know"

"Father in heaven, the most high and only divine Yahweh, your power is eternal and great, your love is magnificent and broad."

A murloc priest wearing a mutated white robe and a holy cross oak coat of arms, who was far stronger and taller than the same kind kneeling behind him, crossed himself devoutly on his chest and used

The nearly standard human lingua franca of Azeroth, praying with the blessing of the holy power.

"Your devout descendants may be protected under your glorious and holy wings."

What is completely different from the impression in the minds of adventurers who have seen murlocs in the Eastern Continent is that these praying murlocs are not as barbaric and naked as their compatriots in other parts of the Eastern Continent. Instead, each murloc is wearing a specially made suit.

The kelp is woven into leather armor, and in the unique crystal eyes of Pisces, there is no violence and brutality that should exist, only the tranquility and calmness of devout prayer.

Not far away, a series of undersea huts made of standard undersea rock bricks form a very eye-catching fish-man town. Interspersed among them are straight and neat streets, and even artistic decorations made of large and small shells on the roadside.

The ubiquitous cross stone sculptures in the town... It looks like a civilized town with a strong religious atmosphere. There is no trace that this race was still a caveman in the previous life of the Messiah ten years ago.

the original image.

"Look to the cross, you are the way to our salvation, the truth of the world, and the only true God..."

In front of the fishman priest and nearly a thousand Yahweh Holy Cross believers behind him, in the center of a rock altar covering an area of ​​nearly 10 square meters and engraved with seraphim patterns, there is a cross made of deep sea wood with white shells glued to the outside.

Following the prayers of the fishman priest and nearly a thousand believers, pale golden holy light began to flash from weak to strong.

This sacrificial ceremony in an offshore trench not far from Dagger Ridge in the Western Wilderness, at the southernmost tip of the Eastern Kingdom Continent, finally reached its climax as the prayers of the believers led by the fishman priest gradually grew louder.

Thanks to the relatively loose rules of the internal space of the planet Azeroth, after the power of faith of the cross cult fishmen believers gathered through the priest and the altar reached a certain level, the cross in the center of the altar suddenly flashed a dazzling light.

of pure golden glorious holy light.

Along with the shining of the holy light, these invisible and mysterious power of faith, like swallows returning to their nests, all poured into the center of the altar and the core of the cross with the sound of prayer.

Then, right in front of the altar, an oval door to the holy space that was five people wide and two people high suddenly opened.

"People of Yahweh, my people."

The fishman Glory Priest turned around and stood up. Facing the thousands of believers who were crawling on the ground, he simply adjusted the priest's robe with the fins on his arms and spoke loudly in Aquatic language that can be naturally spread on the seabed.

"Do you remember ten years ago?"

"At that time, the cruel shamans and ignorant heretical beliefs suppressed the wisdom of our people, and the fish-men civilization was blinded by the power of darkness for countless years."

"Compatriots, do you still remember? At that time, I lived in a low and simple rock cave, leading a life of poverty, hunger and even barbarism."

"And now, in the glory of Yahweh, our Heavenly Father, we have restored the true wisdom of ancient times, and we have re-established civilization under the sea."

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"I am very fortunate that under the glory of Yahweh, our 12 murloc towns including Katos Town, Darwin Tus Town, etc. have restored civilization. We have defeated the ignorance and barbarism of the past."

"But are we satisfied now? No!"

"There are many more compatriots, a hundred times or a thousand times more than us, still living the barbaric life that we abandoned in the past. They do not believe in Yahweh, and they worship heretical beliefs just like us in the past."

"People of Yahweh, Yahweh is the only true God in this world."

"As fish people who have escaped from the barbarism and are loyal believers of the true God of Yahweh, we have the ability and the obligation to destroy those evil shamanistic heresies."

"Let the glory of Yahweh shine on the entire fish-men race."

“By the Lord, long live the Holy War!”

As the fishman priest talked, his big face covered with blue scales gradually became unabashedly fanatical.

Inspired by some alternative memories of bittersweetness and passionate chicken soup for the soul, almost all the murlocs present raised the weapons they had laid flat in front of them when praying, and shouted three times with fanatical expressions on their faces.

!

“By the Lord, long live the Holy War!”

“By the Lord, long live the Holy War!”

“By the Lord, long live the Holy War!”

Then they lined up in a neat team, with majestic and high-spirited followers, the fishman priests stepped through the door of space. On the other side of the door, the other eleven jihadi armies of the fishman towns had gathered, just waiting to hold the surrounding seas in their hands.

The Crusaders Judgment Temple troops from the power intelligence department gave the order and headed for their respective destinations to conquer...

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"Damn! What the hell happened here?"

Accompanied by a loud cry of eagles and the sound of flapping wings, Lothar picked up Khadgar, and before the gryphon officially landed, he eagerly jumped down in the air more than ten meters above the ground.

"The family of Earl Morak, the family of Viscount Zold, the family of Viscount Morak..."

Looking at the broken lords' family emblems and battle flags scattered everywhere on the ground, covered with ashes and dust; hundreds of them scattered in disorder in front of the ruins of seats, with the aristocratic emblems remaining on the chests of the hideous-looking charred corpses. Commander Lothar

As he muttered in a low voice, his face became increasingly ugly.

With the smell of almost burnt corpses in the air and the broken lords' battle flags all over the ground, Commander Lothar already knew in his heart why the entire kingdom had nearly a thousand extraordinary powers in the newly opened territories in the Deadwind Pass and the Dawn and Twilight Forest.

How could the nobles of the kingdom with the power of professionals be attacked by the orcs silently and without any resistance?

The most elite and most powerful forces in the kingdom's pioneering territories fell here, at the door of the mage who was supposed to protect the kingdom!

After a while, the commander recovered from the tragedy in front of him.

"My friend, I hope you are safe and well!"

Raising his head, Lothar looked at the towering building in front of him, a magnificent and majestic huge mage tower that reached into the sky, flashing with light blue power ripples visible to the naked eye - Karazhan, and murmured in a low voice·

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