Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

"For the tribe!"

"For the Warchief!"

"Damn humanity, destroy it!"

“Heavenly Father Yahweh cares for us!”

"Power of the Holy Father, destroy these evil creatures!"

The shouts of orcs and humans, two races that are enemies of life and death, roared over the battlefield of Deadwind Trail. You come and I go, it’s so lively!

However, the real battle is not as powerful as the powerful shouts of these orcs on the battlefield, making them evenly matched with humans.

The undisputed fact is that under the protection of the Holy Light Cross Church, nearly 27 million surviving humans after the destruction of the Storm Kingdom, and the 800,000 Yahweh Holy Legion formed with all their strength, have the absolute upper hand in this grand battle!

"Touch!" "Touch!" "Touch!"

After every roar of muskets and the collision of swords and axes, the lives of the orcs were passing away powerlessly.

Soldiers of the human army may also be injured, but as long as they do not cause immediate death due to critical injuries, other injuries can be healed and restored by the rich holy power in the Legion Sanctuary.

Even at this moment, the orc warriors and orc peons gathered in the headwind path are nearly 10 times more powerful than humans, with a terrifying army of nearly 8 million. Facing these individual soldiers, their combat power is not weaker than our own. No matter how big they are, they can't be killed.

The human holy legion is still defenseless.

"Chief Durotan!"

"Lord Rocks, Lord Mirru... have fallen under the attack of human holy warriors."

"Our defenses are collapsing."

A friend of the current war chief of the tribe, refused to follow the expeditionary force, and commanded the remaining clans of the Stormwind Kingdom in the name of the war chief. Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf clan who is rare in the tribe and has a peaceful concept, sat in the seat of command of the camp, powerless.

Close your eyes slightly.

Eight months ago, the warchief purged the tribe of those hateful fel warlocks and led the main force of the expeditionary force to leave Stormwind City.

These human armies, possessing powerful divine power, began to emerge from the barren mountains and ridges that they had ignored in the past, and launched attacks against them.

Even though he managed to maintain the war situation, the combat power of the human army blessed by the divine power was beyond the imagination of all the orcs!

In addition, after most of the chief-level high-end combat power left with the main force of the expeditionary force, the remaining high-end power lagged far behind these holy warriors of the human army. The orcs lost them to the Kingdom of Storm at a speed that they themselves could not imagine.

Everything gained.

"My brother!"

Picking up the battle ax at his side and putting on the thick animal skin armor, Durotan stood up, looked at the thief from the Frostwolf clan in front of him, and said calmly.

"Go and inform our tribe to flee from here, don't go back to the Dark Portal, and flee to other places!"

"What about you? Chief!"

The words of the orc thief made Durotan, who was opening the tent door, pause for a moment.

"I can't betray Orgrim's trust. Even if I die, I can only die on the battlefield!"

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"The Great Holy See, the First Holy Cross Legion led by Lord Karen, has defeated the orc army commander."

"The orc army has been completely defeated. Only a clan of orcs named 'Frost Wolf' rushed into the Zulgurui Mountains in the chaos."

"Should we send troops to pursue!"

A Judgment Saint with a faint purple-gold holy light flashing all over his body emerged from the void, half-kneeling in front of the Messiah, reporting the intelligence on the front line.

The ‘Frostwolf’ clan, isn’t that the clan of the future warchief Thrall? It’s such a familiar yet unfamiliar name.

A series of ideas appeared in Messiah's thinking, and were rejected by him one by one.

"Forget it, no need to pursue."

Messiah hesitated briefly, but finally gave up the idea of ​​pursuit. As the only peaceful and rational clan among the orcs, the great savior did not mind giving them a way out.

Maybe in the future, the faith of the Holy Yahweh will be able to use these orcs of the Frostwolf clan as a breakthrough to spread and educate the entire outer domain and the entire orcs.

"Back off."

"Yes, Holy See!"

The Judgment Temple bowed its head respectfully and disappeared in the purple-gold holy light.

Not long after he left.

"The Holy See, the main force of the orcs has been defeated by us!"

Karen Lothar led a group of paladins whose armor was covered with black and red bloodstains of orcs, and came to the command camp of the human military center with great momentum. They saluted respectfully to the Messiah on the main seat.

"Good job, Karen."

With a peaceful smile, Messiah looked at Karen, who had become more mature and heroic after several years of leadership.

“Yahweh, our Heavenly Father, is pleased with our victory, do not be proud, my child!”

"Go and rectify the soldiers!"

"Toward the final goal, that dark door!"

"Attack!"

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"Chancellor Gul'dan, the Horde's troops in the Kingdom of Stormwind have been retreating steadily."

Under the majestic and tall Dark Gate, there is a huge orc camp.

"Those chiefs who betrayed the Black Hand are preparing to gather all their forces and fight against those humans who believe in the Holy Light on the Deadwind Pass!"

"Click!" "Click!"

This was the crisp sound of withered bones as Gul'dan clenched his fists while sitting on the main seat.

"I knew it!"

After the sound in the camp was silent for a while, there was Gul'dan's crazy roar.

"Orgrim Doomhammer and these damn rebels will not end well!"

Although because of the emergence of the Messiah, he was not seriously injured by Medivh's death and fell into sleep, the premature death of the demigod guardian caused the instability of the Dark Portal, which bound him here.

Endless dark evil energy spreads upward from Gul'dan's back. Although it connects and stabilizes the Dark Portal outside, it is like a dog chain, tightly tying Gul'dan to the Dark Portal.

On the doorpost.

"What now? Does the traitor Orgrim know the situation here?"

With a sneer on his face, Gul'dan asked about the few subordinates he had left after the Shadow Council was purged by Orgrim.

"The Warchief's expeditionary force refuses to accept the more than magical communications of our Shadow Council."

"He probably doesn't know the situation here yet."

No matter how his leader calls Orgrim a traitor, among the vast orc group, Orgrim rises to power through the "Magora" duel in an upright manner according to the tradition of the tribal orcs. Therefore, this orc

Warlocks still call Orgrim Warchief.

"Where are those mean shamans?"

Undisguised anger and murderous intent spurted out from Gul'dan's eyes.

After Orgrim killed the Black Hand and took over, the Horde's shaman casters determined that Gul'dan was bound beneath the Dark Portal and unable to move.

Except for the warlocks in the small area where Gul'dan is located, almost all the Shadow Council warlocks in the other orc camps were instigated by the original orc shaman spellcasters who had had a hard time under Gul'dan's oppression over the years.

Grim wiped them all out!

"Didn't they tell Orgrim that humans were about to come to the Dark Portal, our core place?"

Poor me, Gul'dan, who has worked hard to train the orcs for so many years for his own selfishness. The few spellcasters in the tribe except the shaman have lost all their fighting power. It's no wonder that he is so angry now.

vent.

"Lord Gul'dan, based on our intelligence."

The orc warlock knelt at the feet of the demigod warlock, hesitated for a moment, and continued.

"The message those shamans sent to Warchief Orgrim is that everything is normal here!"

"Trash! They are all a bunch of trash!"

Gul'dan could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and violent evil energy spurted out from his body. Except for the orc warlock kneeling under his feet, which still remained intact, everything around him was filled with evil energy.

The spewing and corruption.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

Suddenly, a series of huge roars rang in Gul'dan's ears, causing the demigod warlock to suddenly stop venting. He frowned and walked out of the camp gate.

Originally, the extremely strong shaman spell barrier outside the tribal camp, which even he had to expend some real strength to destroy, was shattered by a sacred power that disgusted him to the extreme.

In his sharp gaze after using evil energy, he saw that directly in front of the core camp of the orcs, countless orc camps had become ruins, and the flames and gunpowder smoke caused by the artillery attacks were devouring everything there.

Hundreds of thousands of level warriors, or even more, with a halo of divine power under their feet, under the leadership of the paladins and with the support of the glory priests behind them, emerged from the smoke and attacked everything they could see.

, everything about the tribe.

Except for the camp directly below the Dark Portal where he was, all the tribe's camps were in chaos at this moment.

A dim purple-gold illusory figure flashed out of the void, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of seemingly high-ranking orcs in the tribal camp.

"Ah! We are under attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"This is the human army, organize a defense quickly!"

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One after another, the hurried orc warriors stood up and shouted, driving the peons around them. They took weapons and put on leather armor, and hurriedly rushed towards the front line of the human invasion in an attempt to meet the human army.

However, Gul'dan did not pay attention to these orc warriors who were hurriedly fighting.

His attention was tightly drawn to the core of the human legion in the distance, surrounded by a circle of silver hero-level priests and white-robed figures guarding the core.

On the other side, our great Holy See of the Prophet also noticed the gaze of the demigod warlock.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

The Messiah stood out from a row of high-level priests around him, and the divine power from the divine life heaven of Yahweh descended from the void, constantly surging around him.

He looked below the conspicuous dark door, feeling the huge evil power, and murmured.

"The devil's lackey, Gul'dan!"

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