Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

?The most powerful demigod guardian among the human race fell, hundreds of thousands of the elite troops of the Kingdom of Storm were wiped out overnight, and more than two digits of silver hero-level warriors fled in all directions.

Under Medivh's previous call, reinforcements from all major forces and races handed over the information about the orcs invading the Azeroth tribe to the real people in power.

The invaders, as well as the enslavement and massacre of civilians in the Kingdom of Stormwind by these invaders, undoubtedly gave unimaginable shock to the leaders of all the powerful ethnic groups on the Eastern Kingdom continent!

Even the high elves, who are known for their arrogance and stubbornness among these powerful forces, after clearly understanding the atrocities committed by the tribal orcs, did not think that the orcs with such powerful power would destroy the humans and animals standing in front of them.

After the dwarves, they will be left alone with these pointed ears.

In the original history, when they did not know the real information about the orcs from the frontline tribes, they could just sit back and watch.

But now, haha, the high elves are just arrogant. These pointed ears who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years are not pure s*b.

For a time, the upper half of the eastern continent north of the Kingdom of Stormwind seemed like the scene of united efforts against the troll Amani Empire 2,800 years ago was about to reappear from history. The envoys of the high elves and dwarves had already taken the lead.

After arriving at the Royal City of Lordaeron, the formation of the "Alliance" seemed to be unstoppable.

It was against this background that the regent Lothar Anduin of the Kingdom of Stormwind’s request for help was immediately accepted by all the major forces, and all of them dispatched all their idle ocean ships...

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"Wow!" "Wow!" "Wow!"

Wave after wave of never-ending waves hit the walls of the twelve sailing ships that were 360 ​​feet long and 60 feet wide docked in the port of Stormwind City, splashing countless water splashes.

These "Proud-class" classical sailing ships with a displacement of more than 1,500 tons, which have been reinforced with special magic enchantments, are the strongest naval fleet from the Kingdom of Ku Tiras, one of the seven human kingdoms, and the patronage of Lord Daelin Proudmoore.

Large transport ship type.

It was precisely with these behemoths as the main force that the Kingdom of Stormwind was able to move nearly 200,000 people to the other side of the Eastern Kingdom continent within half a month.

"Your Highness the Regent, the last batch of officials, nobles and supplies from the royal city have been shipped."

Lothar's adjutant, Viscount Matos, a nobleman of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, walked from the entrance of the "Proud-class" classical sailing ship to the port. After stroking his chest and saluting beside Anduin Lothar, he whispered.

"Please board the ship!"

Not far from his side, a dozen mages supported by the Kingdom of Dalaran dismantled and recovered the devices that stabilized the wind barrier magic that had been erected around the port.

These were originally used as magic defense devices on the walls of Storm King City. In the past half month, they have been used to prop up a magical barrier of wind elements. After hearing about the invasion of the orc army outside the port, they swarmed in and wanted to swarm.

They entered the barrier and were isolated from the countless panicked poor people who tried to board these "life-saving arks".

But to this day, outside the wind element magic barrier, it is deserted and deserted, without the crowded chaos and miserable scene before.

The civilians of the Stormwind Kingdom seemed to recognize the cold-bloodedness of the kingdom's officials and nobles, and their despair disappeared.

"Matos, tell me."

"Can I still see my kids?"

In the eyes of Viscount Matos, Lothar's back looked inexplicably desolate at this moment.

"Sir Karen, sir, didn't he get on the ship?"

As one of the few people in the kingdom who knew that Karen was Lothar's biological son, the Viscount's eyes were full of shock at this moment.

"yes!"

"He is different from me, a coward who ran away. He wants to save these people who have been abandoned by us."

There was a trace of sadness and a trace of pride in Lothar's words. In front of his eyes, it seemed that the scene where he forced Karen to board the ship appeared again last night.

"Father, I am different from you!"

"I am a holy warrior of the loving Heavenly Father Yahweh, and my bloodline carries the mission of protecting the human race starting from Emperor Arathor 2,800 years ago and continuing to this day!"

Anduin Lothar may never forget it in his life. When Karen roared these words to himself, the long sword behind him suddenly flashed a powerful golden holy light.

At that moment, Lothar finally recognized the true form of the long sword behind Karen, which was familiar to him. It was the greatest emperor in human history that he had only seen in family portraits when he was a child. "

"Emperor Arathor"'s sword - Stromka!

When the ancestor's sword echoed the words of his descendants, Lothar finally fell silent at that moment.

If it weren't for his sister, for the continuation of his close friend's descendants, if he were alone, he might have made the same move as Karen!

"Your Highness..."

Lothar's words made Viscount Matos also fall silent. He abandoned his people and left alone to avoid powerful enemies. This is not the duty that a true noble knight should follow in any case!

After opening his mouth, Viscount Matos, who was born in a military aristocracy, remained silent after all. After all, he was not one of those politician aristocrats who was independent from the court and had no integrity. He did not know how to dissuade Lothar.

"Let's go! My brother."

"There are still a lot of things to do when we get to Lorendam, let us decide!"

After a while, Lothar came to his senses early, braced himself, and said to the Viscount beside him.

Then he turned around and walked into the cabin with the Viscount.

Accompanied by the sound of the long sails of the huge "Proud-class" classical sailing ship being lowered one by one by the sailors, the last batch of Stormwind Kingdom's evacuation fleet slowly left amid the sounds of "wow!" and "wow!"

The port...

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"The people behind you should keep up!"

"I am Karen Lothar. Under the watchful eye of the Holy Father Yahweh, I will lead you to live!"

Karen was wearing a heroic silver-white half-knight armor, with a shining holy light emerging from his body. He was riding a horse and galloping beside the long procession of Stormwind City refugees, loudly encouraging the tired refugees.

Facts have proved that the Lothar family inherited by Emperor Arathor is really effective in maintaining a thousand-year reputation in human society. Coupled with the natural increase brought by the Holy Light of Yahweh, countless desperate civilians naturally obeyed Karen's command.

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In just 7 or 8 days, the number of more than 100,000 refugees brought by Karen from Storm King City doubled or tripled during the journey. Their destination was the Mirror Lake Woodland next to the Western Wilderness.

"Andre, go help the women and children in the last group!"

Karen, who was galloping on the horse, raised his head, and the rich holy light of judgment gathered in his eyes. He saw that at the end of the team, there were four or five caravans with broken axles.

"Yes, Captain!"

Wearing leather armor, Andre agreed loudly behind Karen and waved his hand. Nearly a hundred cavalry teams formed by the young and strong among the refugees followed him, heading towards the end of the refugee team.

The end galloped away.

At the same time, in this land abandoned by the powerful people of the Kingdom of Storm, the Holy Messiah's plan to close the net has begun.

Thousands of Yahweh's priests from the Holy Light Cross Church acted simultaneously. They came to large and small human gatherings that had been abandoned by the nobles and fell into chaos. They led these people into the surrounding barren mountains and wilderness while doing their best.

He could lead them to avoid the oncoming orc soldiers, while using the suffering and torture on the road to promote the faith of the Supreme Yahweh.

And the Holy Messiah, whom countless Yahweh believers revered the most, also quietly left and disappeared in the west with a mysterious man in black robes when the last fleet of Stormwind City Port was evacuated.

On the wild coastline, the Cathedral of Yahweh in the holy city of Messiah...