Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

Above the sky, the fiery red sun spreads its scorching passion wantonly on the area around Stormwind City.

This royal city, which was once one of the seven human kingdoms, although it contained numerous gorgeous and grand human buildings, has been dismantled into ruins by the departing human nobles.

However, due to its geographical advantage of a natural and excellent deep-water port, it does not affect the tribe's senior leaders to use this place as an advance base to prepare for the next conquest of Azeroth.

And now, not far from the ruins of Stormwind City, is the former site of the King's Guards Academy.

The small yellow-colored orc tents are connected one after another, like a patch of hills, surrounding several huge orc camps at the core, and there, hundreds of thousands of orc warriors are surrounding an open space.

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In the open space, under a huge tribal battle flag tens of meters high and hung from a log flagpole. An ancient and traditional Makgora (that is, a duel) that can be said to determine the future power of the orc tribe is going on.

"Bang!"

Two thick arms that could actually run a horse collided fiercely with a harsh sonic boom that made a piercing sound.

The strong force of the duelist between the arms and the air pressure formed by the pressure blew up two hurricanes, throwing up countless dust on the ground, shooting outward at extremely high speed from where the limbs of the two orcs collided.

"Orgrim, who gave you the courage!"

Blackhand Blackhand, the big dragon head of the tribe, the protruding fangs at the corners of his mouth opened ferociously, and he roared angrily.

"How dare you betray me!"

"Warchief, do you really think Gul'dan can give us a new world?"

Blackhand's adjutant, to be more precise, should be the former adjutant Orgrim Doomhammer. The iconic string of mustaches on his chin swayed from side to side as he argued emotionally.

"Look at the area around the Dark Portal, how similar it is to our hometown..."

Before Orgrim could finish speaking, a dark green light flashed in Black Hand's eyes, and a thick voice directly interrupted Orgrim's words.

"Shut up! Orgrim, you traitor!"

The power in the right arm that was locked in a stalemate with Orgrim suddenly withdrew, and with a strength that did not match the design of the huge body, he fiercely swung his left fist from the side.

After all, Blackhand was the first powerful warrior to bring the tribe from the savage divisions to unity. Taking advantage of Orgrim's brief absence when he spoke, he hit Orgrim's right face with this punch.

The powerful force of hundreds of tons directly blasted Orgrim into the air, and then he fell hard to the ground more than 20 meters behind. A huge cloud of smoke was instantly thrown up by the impact and spread over the open space.

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"Cough!" "Cough!"

After a while, Orgrim struggled out of the pit created by his body, lying on the ground and coughing loudly.

During the battle just now, he had noticed the evil energy flashing in Black Hand's eyes from time to time.

He wiped the black-red blood flowing from the corner of his mouth with difficulty. Seeing that Warchief Blackhand did not pursue the victory uncharacteristically, Orgrim secretly breathed a sigh of relief and murmured in a low voice.

"I didn't expect that what Garona and Durotan told me was indeed correct. Chief Blackhand was really controlled by Gul'dan's evil energy!"

The tens of thousands of orc warriors who were watching around did not notice that in Orgrim's right hand at this moment, there were some broken shards of small glass bottles, mixed with some water droplets of pure Yahweh's holy power, hidden and undetectable.

It slipped from between his fingers and was mixed with the flying sand around him.

After taking a breath, regardless of the countless scars on his body, he stood up with difficulty. Through the dust and sand around him, Orgrim, an orc with thick eyebrows and big eyes, could already see the black hand not far away, which was pure

After the holy power stimulated the evil energy, those eyes were obviously in a state of confusion and confusion.

"I, Doomhammer!"

"This world that is about to become the new home of the orcs must not be destroyed by Gul'dan's conspiracy!"

With a fierce heart, Orgrim finally put aside the long-standing friendship with Black Hand in his heart, looked down at the sharp bone spurs on his arms that were originally decorations, and quickly charged towards Black Hand who was in a state of chaos...

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On the other side, the top of the mysterious and spectacular Karazhan Tower.

"No wonder Kil'jaeden the Deceiver asked old man Gul'dan to open the Dark Portal in this area."

"This space node that connects the demiplane and penetrates the outer realm of the void is itself a flaw in the planetary defense array of Azeroth after being devastated by the ancient war!"

The black-robed archmage Sammaster released dark purple magic power visible to the naked eye with his hands, and combined with his vast spiritual power, he quickly disintegrated the last hundreds of spellcasters of the guardian lineage. Over the course of hundreds of years, he exerted

In the demiplane, a pulling spell that binds it to the top of Karazhan.

Sammaster has been staying in this ghost place for several months. His knowledge is far higher than that of any native spellcaster in Azeroth, allowing him to conduct considerable research on the formation of the space where this demiplane is located.

"Coupled with the efforts of past guardians who were unaware of the truth and consequences, this spatial rift the size of a basketball, which was just innocuous in itself, was slowly expanded using various spells over hundreds of years."

"This is how a huge space rift was formed here, which is enough to cover a half-plane of nearly 6 square kilometers, directly affecting the spatial stability of the surrounding areas."

The white-robed priest Messiah, who was beside the black-robed Archmage, exuded the holy power of Yahweh and maintained the stability of this demiplane during the demolition of Samast while speaking in a calm tone.

"So, it's a different kind of thing. If you don't seek death, you won't...well!"

Before he finished speaking, Messiah suddenly seemed to sense something, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the pure Holy Light of Yahweh flowed in his pupils.

"What happened?"

The black-robed archmage Sammaster looked curiously at the white-robed priest next to him. In the past few months of contact with him, this man who was turned into the holy light by Edward's body rarely showed any special emotional changes.

, always looking calm and having everything under control.

"The holy power of Yahweh tells me that the black hand of the Horde has died in the hands of Doomhammer."

Messiah frowned slightly. He really didn't expect that his power would play such an important role in Black Hand's death.

It can almost be said that if it were not for the bottle in Orgrim's hand, the high-purity holy water of Yahweh found by Garona and Durotan from a resistance camp that was evacuated, the Doomhammer might still be the real one.

A black hand who can't defeat a completely victorious state.

After all, in the world he changed, Medivh's thoughts before his death were not linked to Gul'dan. Gul'dan did not fall into a coma and be controlled by Gul'dan because of the fall of the demigod guardian.

The black hand who became a puppet has not been weakened in the slightest.

After hearing Messiah's words, Sammaster made a silent calculation in his mind, looked at the white-robed magician next to him, and said in a somewhat aggressive tone.

"Doomhammer became the chief of the tribe. Although Gul'dan was not seriously injured, he was imprisoned in the Cursed Land in disguise because the Dark Portal was not stable and required his continuous casting to maintain it."

"So, everything now seems to have returned to the rhythm of Warcraft's original history?"

"No!"

Hearing the ridicule from our own people, our savior Messiah's expression changed slightly, and he felt a little embarrassed.

"Lord Sammaster, my arrival will definitely change this planet and everything in this world!"

The holy light behind him suddenly dazzled, and an extremely showy halo appeared behind Messiah's head. For a time, the power of the white-robed magician increased steadily!

"The main body of the Gate of Light in Mercia City has been completed, and we are just waiting for us to move this demiplane."

"When the door of light opens, the army of angels under me will repel those orcs, and the entire southern half of the Eastern Kingdom will be shrouded in the glory of my holy Yahweh!"

During this period of time, the black-robed archmage Sammaster, who had been informed of the Gate of Light plan by Messiah, pursed his lips in boredom when he heard Messiah's words.

"Okay, but you have to speed up."

"The main body still needs the church priests on Marvel Earth to support the Holy Kingdom of Camelot in its war of continental conquest."

"There isn't much time left for you!"

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On the coastline of the Western Wilderness, a huge building comparable to the Dark Portal is being built with the help of hundreds of thousands of shallow-sea murlocs. It stands on the west side of Mercia City.

Two pairs of huge six-winged seraph statues embrace the straight door pillars. Under the sunlight, they reflect the shadow of the sacred door shape and exude sacred light...