Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

Name: Holy Crown of the Rose of Glory

Rank: Second rank middle (Holy Artifact of Yahweh)

ability:

1. Belongers of the Holy Light of Yahweh. Believers of the Holy Light of Yahweh, no matter what level the power of the Holy Light is before wearing it, will be instantly promoted to a second-level lower-level legendary user of the Holy Light of Yahweh; if you hold

If the holder is a second-order low-level person, the power of the Holy Light will be increased by one level. (For example, if the holder is a second-level low-level person, after wearing the holy instrument, he will be promoted to the second-level mid-level, and the second-level upper level will be capped.)

2. The earthly walker of God Yahweh. Believers of the holy Yahweh light must be the Holy Light Cross Pope selected by Yahweh, bless the status of angels of wisdom, and carry out the will of Yahweh in all generations.

3. Right hand of God. Believers of the holy Yahweh light can rely on this sacred instrument to summon the projection of God's right hand.

Traits:

1. It can grow. As the faith in Yahweh is washed away, the sacred vessel can continue to grow after a long time.

2. Holy Cross Set. When the holder also possesses two other holy instruments transformed by the Holy Cross, ability 3 will automatically change into "Incarnation of God", and the incarnation of God can be summoned to come to the world.

Redemption prerequisites:

1. The exchange value for Yahweh Holy Light users is halved.

2. The exchange value for demonic faith, abyss faith, and negative energy users is doubled.

Basic exchange value:

Causal point-d*1

Faith Points-120000

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"O ancient storm and thunder!"

The dark clouds formed conspicuous vortices in the night sky, and the sound of howling wind and thunder resounded throughout the entire land.

"Hear my call!"

"Give your power to the descendants of the two heads!"

A middle-aged, strong shaman sang loudly according to the ancient "Hanging Hammer Ceremony" on a huge altar made of rune stones.

Huge amounts of lightning and storms were generated in the sky above the huge altar, which was made up of huge rocks carved with mysterious runes. Under the control of the mysterious prayer power, they turned into green storms and blue thunder, fiercely moving toward the surroundings of the altar.

Thousands of crawling two-headed ogres shot away from the body.

"Ouch!" "Ouch!" "Ouch!"

Amidst the wild cries of these ancient and tall savage creatures, the magic power of thunder and storm surged in the blood of each of their bodies. After just a few minutes, according to different individual qualities, they began to

Possess the powerful spellcasting abilities of Thunder and Storm Warlocks.

Not far from the Altar of Storms, Orgrim Doomhammer, the second great dragon leader of the tribe, led his guards to look at the powerful two-headed ogre blood warlocks in front of him with satisfaction.

"Well done, Kaldodan Shaman."

Beside him, an old shaman was half-bent, standing respectfully beside him.

"You are worthy of being the most knowledgeable elder among our shamans."

"Even without the help of that evil sorcerer Gul'dan, our tribe still has this powerful power of spellcasters."

When he said this, Orgrim turned his head, faced Kaldodan Shaman, and continued in a solemn tone.

"During the Battle of Hillsbrad Foothills, you used the power of death taught by Gul'dan before setting off to the battle to summon the Death Knight."

"Although the combat power of those undead is very powerful, it is a blasphemy to the dead after all, and it is too restrained by the sacred power. Most of the senior leaders and ordinary warriors of our tribe do not agree with this power."

"The red dragons enslaved by the Dragon Roar clan were, after all, the former guardians of this world. They are not worthy of our trust. The tribe cannot completely rely on their combat power!"

Compared with the corruption of their home world, the fel warlocks headed by the cunning Gul'dan, although supported by the intelligence obtained from their death power and enslaved red dragons, have indeed brought unimaginable help to the tribe at present, allowing Xi

In the Battle of Sbrad Hills, the tribe easily repulsed the Alliance army and gained a huge strategic advantage.

But Orgrim didn't want this world to end up like their hometown again, where evil energy was used excessively and all things withered after using evil energy.

The war chief was still more willing to support the orcs' traditional spellcasting profession "shaman". After a brief thought, the big dragon head promised.

"After the tribe wins, I will set aside a fertile land to fully support the development of the tribe's shaman spellcasting profession!"

"Do a good job and I will recommend you after the war is over."

"Become a shamanic leader!"

When the old shaman Kaldodan heard Orgrim's promise, he knelt down at Orgrim's feet with a face full of joy, regardless of his dignity as a strong man who was also a Silver Chief.

"Thank you for your gift, great chief!"

At this moment, no one saw the flash of dark green evil energy in the eyes of this old shaman who lowered his head.

"The great warchief."

"The cowardly human kingdom Alterac has agreed to the conditions of my tribe's envoy, and they have fully opened the access to the border mountains."

At this time, an orc thief rushed from the orc camp not far away, knelt down in front of Orgrim and saluted, and said respectfully.

"The troops of the Wild Spear Clan have already occupied various key roads. According to your previous order, we have not attacked their cities for the time being."

"In addition, Lord Zuljin is waiting for you in the command camp."

"He and his troll clan hope that our great tribe can prioritize attacking Silvermoon City in Quel'Thalas."

After hearing the report from his subordinates, the current leader of the tribe nodded to the old shaman crawling beside him.

Turning around, he walked towards the tribe's camp. The tribe's orcs had successfully landed. The next step was to attack humans or those with pointed ears. It still required the judgment of him and other high-ranking members of the tribe's army...

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While the tribe obtained a group of strong two-headed ogre casters, they once again strengthened their power.

In the huge battlefield tent of the Alliance Army, Lothar and a group of alliance senior officials were also discussing how to strengthen the Alliance Army's combat power.

A hero-level archmage, with magic in his eyes and wearing a gorgeous mage robe from Dalaran, was the first to stand up. After saluting Lothar, he spoke.

"Commander Anduin Lothar, distinguished alliance generals, our previous tests were very effective. The red dragon did not appear in the Hillsbrad Hills War."

"In the previous naval battle, the Red Dragon did not take the initiative to attack our crew members who fell into the water. It was not an accident."

Although the pitch of this archmage is not high, under the influence of the sound transmission spell, everyone present can clearly hear his unique magnetic voice.

"In the records of Dalaran, the red dragon is the guardian of the entire world of Azeroth."

"We initially believe that the despicable tribe used some dishonorable means to incompletely control and drive the guardians of our world."

Standing in the middle of the rows of heavily armed warriors, thieves and mages, Lothar looked a little tired after taking off his helmet.

Hearing the Archmage's words at this time cheered up his tired expression, and he spoke in a relaxed tone.

"The information about Dalaran made me and everyone present breathe a huge sigh of relief."

"Thank you for bringing us the good news."

Lothar's words were correct. After hearing the Archmage's information, everyone in the field command camp looked downcast, but they seemed naturally much more relaxed.

You must know that among the hundreds of red dragons enslaved by the orcs, almost every adult red dragon can at least be compared to the most powerful professionals of the Silver Hero level, and a few of them are even more powerful. According to the results of that naval battle,

The intelligence of the surviving professionals may even possess the golden legendary rank, which is a terrifying force that the current alliance cannot resist.

If this power is really completely controlled by the orcs, then everyone should just stop fighting and go home to wait for death!

After many alliance military leaders breathed a sigh of relief, Lothar then looked to his right, a bald priest, but with an extremely powerful holy light surging in his body that surpassed everyone in the tent, and said.

"Also, the Reverend Archbishop Alonsos Fao."

"The Knights of the Silver Hand were the only bright spot of our Alliance Army in the last war."

In the Hillsbrad Hills War, if it weren't for the help of the Knights of the Silver Hand and those glittering paladins, the alliance army he led would not only be repelled by the tribe, but directly defeated.

"I will allocate one-third of Lorendan's reinforcements to us to support you in fully expanding the number of Paladins."

As the most powerful person in the human world after Medivh's death, Archbishop Alonsos Faol, the original believer of the Holy Light with the golden legendary rank, spoke peacefully to the alliance commander.

"I'm glad to have your approval, Lord Anduin."

"Please rest assured that I will fully support any measures to expand the power of the Holy Light."

After receiving an affirmative reply from this powerful Holy Light user, Anduin Lothar breathed a sigh of relief. During the Hillsbrad Hills War, this terrifying strong man almost held back this terrifying powerhouse alone.

He was deeply impressed by the legion-level undead spells of two-thirds of the tribe's undead legions and thousands of low-level lichs.

If it were not for the pure priest profession of the Original Holy Light, whose lethality against normal orc warriors was too weak, and far less restrained than their ability to deal with undead and negative energy spells, this war would probably have been fought directly by the archbishop using beheading.

Tactics changed.

"Very good, let's continue discussing..."

He nodded and continued to guide the discussion on the next topic of the meeting.

But at this time, a lower-level mage with an official rank who was responsible for the magic communication of the alliance army opened the door on the side of the camp and walked quickly towards the meeting place where the alliance's senior leaders gathered inside.

"What happened?"

Standing at the end of the meeting in the camp, there was a row of middle-level officers from the Kingdom of Stormwind. They experienced the death of their mentor, escaped the aging curse that they should have had, and became stronger and more resolute young people in the formal class during the war experience.

Khadgar, a peak mage, noticed the arrival of his colleagues and walked forward in a low-key manner and asked softly.

Medivh was secretly eradicated by his good friends before he could do any evil, so that Khadgar did not bear the huge negative reputation of being a rebel in history.

As a mage who followed the Alliance commander from the fallen areas of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and is a disciple of the former guardian Medivh, Khadgar, the new mage of the Alliance Army, can be said to be one of the most familiar commanders of the Alliance Army.

Seeing Khadgar's arrival, the junior mage's eyes lit up.

"You came just in time, Lord Khadgar. This is a spell letter from the fallen area of ​​the Kingdom of Stormwind. The space spell frequency it uses is the private frequency of Commander Anduin's family. It contains powerful holy light energy. Signature

It’s Karen Lothar.”

The mage, who had never heard of the existence of his own commander's descendants and was unsure of his own mind after receiving this letter, quickly took out the envelope filled with powerful sacred power from his pocket and handed it to Khadgar.

"As far as I know, the Commander-in-Chief has no relatives named Karen. Please help me verify the authenticity. The sacred barrier above is too complicated for me to open."

What?

Khadgar was shocked when he heard Karen's name spoken by the mage. After a moment, he barely suppressed his surprise and took the letter from the mage.

He used his magic power to skillfully stimulate the upper right corner of the envelope. The familiar fluctuations of the Holy Power of Judgment, coupled with the signature on the envelope, allowed Khadgar to quickly confirm the authenticity of the letter.

"This is indeed a personal letter from the Commander-in-Chief."

Khadgar maintained a serious expression on his face and nodded to the mage.

"You go down to work. I will personally deliver this letter to the Commander-in-Chief."

"Yes, Lord Khadgar."

The junior mage didn't ask any questions, saluted Khadgar, and left the tent.

Khadgar turned around and walked toward the meeting as if nothing had happened. He secretly used his magic power to draw a small cross on the upper right corner of the envelope.

Fortunately, the Holy Power sealing method of this letter is still familiar to him. The "Holy Cross" letter barrier that Karen used most often when he fought with him in the battle of Karl Road, which allowed him to easily remove it.

Spell blocking on the letter.

With the excitement of knowing his friend's current status immediately under pressure, he quickly walked towards the center of the meeting, where Anduin Lothar stood.

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In the sky, the moonlight representing Eluni was blocked by thick clouds, plunging the whole world into darkness.

On the ground, in the tent camp of the Alliance Army that stretches for hundreds of miles, the dim yellow light of the dim flames on the torches, as pairs of soldiers patrol, go back and forth in this huge military camp of nearly 3.6 million people.

Swinging.

A man wearing gray leather armor, a rare professional assassin among the nobility of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and the current captain of the Alliance Army's Third Scout Regiment, opened the curtain of the Alliance Army Commander's private tent and walked in.

Having just received the order from Commander Anduin to assemble, he came here urgently.

"Viscount Auckland, we are waiting for you."

An Alliance Army colonel, Baron Kurtz, a formal senior warrior who was also one of the rare heroes among the fleeing nobles of Stormwind Kingdom, stood up, pulled out the chair next to him, and motioned for Viscount Oakland to sit down.

The bright magic lamp illuminated the commander's tent. After Viscount Auckland sat down unceremoniously, he looked around and saw seven or eight familiar faces. They were all under the command of Alliance Commander Anduin Lothar and the Kingdom of Stormwind.

The most loyal member of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, headed by the late King Llane Wrynn.

"What, is today the gathering of our Iron Horse Brotherhood?"

"I don't know. Commander Anduin hasn't come here yet. How have you been lately? Have you killed a few green-skinned thieves?"

Anduin Lothar had not yet appeared on the main seat, and Baron Kurtz did not know why their commander-in-chief suddenly summoned them in the middle of the night.

"It's not bad. Two days ago, we destroyed half of the tribe's bandits."

Viscount Auckland habitually took out a sharp dagger in his left hand and played with it on his fingertips.

The arduous escape and the brutal war have made this young nobleman, who is not yet 30 years old, no longer able to see the elegant temperament he once had, and now he is covered with an icy chill.

Hearing his friend's words, he responded in a low and proud voice with murderous intent.

"The frontal combat power of those greenskins is indeed greater than ours, but their thieves and assassins are not much stronger than us."

Although after the Hillsbrad Hills War, the Alliance army did not take the initiative to confront the Horde army head-on, but in the vast land surrounding the Hillsbrad Hills, the elite scout troops of the Alliance and the Horde,

But they are still fighting fiercely all the time.

At this time, the voice of the guard at the entrance of the camp came.

"Lord Anduin Lothar has arrived!"

Immediately afterwards, the supreme commander of the Alliance Army opened the curtain of the camp and walked in.

Matos, the former adjutant of Lothar who was promoted to count due to his military exploits and is now the lieutenant general of the Alliance Army, and the guardian disciple and the new mage Card, followed closely behind Lothar.

"Brush!" "Brush!" "Brush!"

Everyone habitually leaned on their heels and stood up to salute Lothar.

"Everyone, sit down!"

The alliance commander with a complex expression came to the main seat tiredly and waved his hand, indicating to the nearly ten of his true trusted subordinates in front of him that they should not be restrained and went directly to the topic.

"This is a message from the occupied area, signed by my son, Karen Lothar."

"Let's show it to everyone!"

Hearing the commander's tired words, Khadgar, who stood behind Lothar, handed a letter that still contained divine power to everyone present.

"This, how is this possible!"

There wasn't much text on the letter, and the first person who got it took only a very short time to read it, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he finally came to his senses and handed the letter to the next person.

"The descendants of the president actually led a group of untouchables to repel the orcs who stayed behind."

"Oh, Holy Light, this surprises me!"

"Impossible, they conquered the areas where the kingdom fell."

"Why? Why establish a new kingdom?"

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After everyone learned the earth-shattering news in the letter, incredible looks and a series of exclamations sounded in the tent.

It’s really shocking!

Even though Orgrim, the chief of the tribe, led nearly 5 million tribal elites across the sea, according to their intelligence, there were still at least tens of millions of orc troops in the fallen areas of the Dark Portal and the Kingdom of Stormwind.

Although most of those armies are orcs, the huge number and dozens of hero-level chief-level left-behind strong men make this force still the largest in the Eastern Kingdom, second only to the main force of the tribe and the alliance.

A terrifying military force that is superior to any other.

But according to the letter, Karen, the son of Anduin Lothar, actually led the untouchables who were abandoned by them and defeated the tribal defenders who asked them to abandon the city and flee in embarrassment.

The dark door that brought disaster and pain was directly sealed.

If it were not for the information they received personally from their commander, these elite members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood would definitely think that this was a despicable and stupid scam by some liar.

After a long while, the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood couldn't hold back their shocked exclamations, and then Lothar spoke again in a low voice.

"Karen was able to defeat those greenskins from the tribe. I am as surprised as you are."

Holy Arathor Empire! Dear Karen, you really chose a good name. Lothar sighed feebly in his heart and continued.

"You have also seen that in Karen's letter, he asked me to communicate with the alliance, notify several other human kingdoms, and send envoys to attend his coronation ceremony."

When the elites of the Iron Horse Brotherhood in front of them heard this, they looked at me and I looked at you, and they all knew it from each other's eyes.

At this moment, the entire human world will be turned upside down...