Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

Between the Horde and the Alliance, the grand war that decided the outcome since the Dark Portal opened finally started at this moment when the sun fully rose in the center of the sky!

With trolls and ogres joining the tribe, the power exploded that frightened everyone.

The tribes, which had no reserves or any reinforcements, pressed forward in full force when the drums and horns of the attack sounded in the camp.

"For the tribe! For the warchief!"

"For our world!"

"Orc warriors, charge!"

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This was an all-out war. All the top orcs, including the tribal chief Ogre and his chief's guards, picked up their weapons and charged where they were needed on the battlefield.

Under their leadership, the millions of orc tribe troops roared bravely. Every tribal warrior was burning with endless blood and courage in his chest at this moment, drowning Tiris like a dense green wave.

Everything in Falin Land is attacking the human position!

Anduin Lothar was wearing full armor. King Terenas of Lordaeron and Archbishop Alonsos, the Archbishop of the Light, stood behind this heroic commander, and they went to the front line in person.

In this war that determines the survival of Lordaeron, no one will spare any effort, and the Alliance will go all out!

"Fighters of the Alliance, your leader is by your side, fighting alongside you!"

Rows of figures wearing high-ranking officer armors stood behind Lothar. A formal mage cast amplification spells to transmit Lothar's voice to the entire human front.

"And our families are right behind us!"

"Be brave and defeat these green-skinned invaders!"

The alliance commander held the Great Royal Sword, raised his sword and shouted!

"For the Alliance!"

Hundreds of human legions, human warriors covered in steel armor, holding shields high, stood neatly at the forefront of the battlefield. Under the leadership of their alliance officers, they shouted in unison.

"For the Alliance!"

For a time, the morale of the alliance was greatly boosted and the momentum of the alliance was overwhelming!

The contact battle on the ground has not yet begun. In mid-air, the long-distance spells of the alliance's high elves and human mages collided with the spells of the opposite tribe's shaman and the two-headed ogre Storm Warlock.

Flames, hurricanes, thunder, frost... countless unimaginably powerful offensive spells stirred up the clouds, emitting colorful rays of light under the rays of the constant sun.

Although the spell casters on both sides have a tacit understanding and let go of the infantry on the ground, they choose to fight spells in the sky to determine the outcome!

But from time to time, there are still residual energies after the collision of spells, turning into huge explosive fireballs, or thunder and lightning chains, falling on the vast battlefield, ruthlessly taking away hundreds of human soldiers or dozens of orc warriors.

life.

As time passed quickly, finally, the charge of the tribal orc army came closer and closer.

The alliance soldiers at the front could already see the ferocious faces of the tribal orcs in the green tide opposite through the gaps in their shields!

"Fire the arrow!"

At this time, the dwarf muskets in the Alliance Army were not as widespread as those in the Holy Arathor Empire Army, and bows and arrows were still the only magic weapon for long-range attacks by ordinary soldiers.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

The commander of the frontline alliance army gave an order, and accompanied by the thunderous sound of bow strings vibrating, dark clouds composed of sharp arrows surged towards the oncoming green tide.

Naturally, the orc army in the real world cannot resist the alliance's bows and arrows with their bare arms like in the previous Messiah game.

"Raise your shield!"

Amid the shouts of the charging orc warlords, these galloping tribal warriors raised their thick wooden shields and continued to advance despite the heavy rain of arrows.

When they came not far from the Alliance army, they even took out the short spears or throwing axes they had prepared on their backs and threw them at the human army.

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

It would be fine if the flying ax blocked on the shield belonged to an ordinary orc warrior. The human soldiers could hold the shield with all their strength at most, and would only be hit by the powerful impact and only take half a step back.

But if they are elite tribal warriors above the official rank, then ordinary human soldiers will be directly hit by the ferocious force, their hand bones will be broken due to the heavy blow, and their entire bodies will fly backwards, hitting their comrades.

The warriors who were originally in a neat and orderly formation were directly charged by the orc army, using their projected weapons to forcefully knock out countless small gaps!

Then, the orc warriors swarmed in from these gaps, and the bloodiest and most violent hand-to-hand combat in the entire battle began.

"Kill!"

"Damn greenskins!"

"Cowardly human being, I'm going to kill you!"

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The clashing sounds of the orc warriors' battle axes and human swords and shields merged with their shouts of bravely killing the enemy. Corpses and minced meat were shattered and scattered in the battle.

If you look down from the sky through the exchange of spells from the two camps.

Human soldiers and orc warriors; silver-reflecting steel armor and green muscle flesh form a brightly colored, sticky curve on the ground.

As time passed rapidly in the war, more and more humans and orcs sacrificed their fiery lives in this bloody battlefield.

In the center of this grand battlefield, the most powerful knights in the Alliance, the Silver Hand, Turalyon, Tirion Fordring, Saidan Dathrohan, Gavinrad Doom, Uther

These original Holy Light Paladins, who were originally famous in history, together with the eighteen Silver Paladins led by Count Andre from the Holy Arathor Empire, whose whole body was burning with the blazing Holy Flame of Judgment, faced off against various tribes.

The warrior leaders and other chief-level warriors among them.

This is a battlefield for the strong, a place where extraordinary people bathe their blood. Unlike the fierce and intensive fighting in other places, the ordinary soldiers on both sides have a tacit understanding to stay away from here.

The ear-piercing sonic booms, ferocious winds and the duel between strong men, and the huge pressure that is unleashed are enough to strangle and smash any ordinary person who enters this battlefield in an instant!

Alonsos Fao was surrounded by the extremely bright primitive holy light. Under the protection of the six silver patriarchs of the Holy Light Cross Church, he personally came to the forefront of the core of the war. He raised his hands high and exuded a mighty light.

The mighty holy power dispelled the aftermath of the spell collision in the sky above his area, and single-handedly suppressed the Death Knights summoned by Kaldodan Shaman in advance of the opposing tribe before the war.

Those powerful undead souls that burn the fire of the undead and possess most of their power during their lifetimes. Although each one is extremely powerful, after all, the current undead plague has not yet been born and cannot form a decisive numerical advantage. They are defeated by Alonsus and the holy power of the church.

The restraint did not bring much change to the proportion of power in this war.

The constant sun in the sky falls toward the ground inch by inch.

Finally, with more than three figures of strong men and the center of the fiercest attacks from both the Alliance and the Horde, the moment to decide the outcome of this war has arrived!

There, Lothar, the commander of the Alliance, the father of the Holy Emperor Arathor, and the regent of the Kingdom of Stormwind, holding the Great Royal Sword, collided with Orgrim, the warchief of the Horde holding the Hammer of Destruction.

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

The top commanders of the Alliance and the Horde turned into two afterimages. In the open space specially left in the center of the battle, the one-on-one duel had been going on for several hours.

The battlefield ground with a radius of several kilometers was filled with huge holes and cracks created one after another by their extraordinary force collisions!

"Bang!"

After another all-out duel between swords and axes, amidst the piercing sound of explosions, the figures of the two strong men quickly bounced back from the confrontation, exiting the smoke and dust that had been spattered from where they had just met.

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Warchief Orgrim carried the Doomhammer on his shoulders, breathing heavily. Light red blood could not stop oozing out from the gaps in his muscles that swelled under the advanced bloodthirsty spell.

"I never thought that there would be such a powerful warrior as you among humans!"

It's hard, said in human common language.

To be honest, before the war, the chief of the tribe never imagined that he would be at a disadvantage in a duel with the leader of the alliance.

"I didn't expect you to last so long in my hands!"

Golden, pure power surged in Commander Lothar's body. His eyes were sharp and firm, and powerful pressure surrounded him.

Compared with the great chief who was already panting heavily and with scars all over his body, Lothar's mighty body stood upright without any signs of losing strength.

In the original history, this alliance commander was just as good as the war chief. With the intervention of the big butterfly Messiah, he was able to suppress the orc war chief who was a full head taller than him.

This all shows that he has stepped out of the hero level, and with the blessing of the power of the Great Royal Sword, he has entered the second-level lower-level golden legendary realm that only a few people have crossed over in the history of human warriors.

In the center of the battlefield, the top leaders of the Alliance and the Horde temporarily stopped fighting and faced each other one on one.

"You are a true warrior."

Lothar's tone was filled with admiration as he said to the orc chief.

As a senior warrior, he knows how powerful he is now. Even if he uses the power blessed by the Great Royal Sword, it may be half a step inferior to those powerful warriors who can break through the second level with their own strength.

But, that is to compare with a real legendary warrior!

According to his assumptions, it was impossible for the panting orc in front of him to be entangled with him for so long. There was already a qualitative gap between the legendary level and the heroic level!

The power of the legendary rank has almost completely awakened ancient mankind. When he was a Titan creation, the great power contained in his body was far beyond the terrifying power that a normal hero at the peak of his rank could withstand ten times or a hundred times.

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Lothar looked at the brave tribal chief in front of him, especially the thick and powerful war hammer weapon in his hand. He knew that with the support of that powerful war hammer, the leader of the tribe could be as good as him.

Admiration is admiration, and the enemy of admiration is also an enemy!

"But, invader, you and your people are doomed!

As the commander-in-chief of the alliance, Lothar, who had experienced many battlefields, did not have so much affection for his children. He once again raised the great royal sword in his hand and pointed it at the tribal chief in front of him.

The powerful perception of the legendary warrior has allowed him to confirm that with the passage of time in this all-out fight, the aura of the orc chief in front of him has begun to decline. Even with the support of that powerful war hammer, he cannot compete with him.

How long!

"Hoo!" "Hoo!"

After hearing Lothar's words, the panting Warchief Orgrim also noticed the battles around him.

After receiving reinforcements from the Holy Arathor Empire, the Alliance Army, which has the upper hand in terms of high-end powerhouses, has begun to gradually expand their advantage as time goes by.

Even those chief-level orcs are more desperate than the high-end humans of the same level, but they are not as good as those Paladins in the alliance who can fight and resist, and can occasionally cast a few healing holy spells.

With the attack of the Holy Warriors, the situation of the strong orcs is already in danger!

Orgrim put down the Doomhammer on his shoulder and held it tightly with both hands. Even though this was the most powerful weapon in the tribe, the energy of advanced bloodthirsty was continuously transmitted to him from the handle of the hammer body.

But he knew in his heart that his strong body had reached the limit of the duration of the increase, and he could no longer hold on!

After all, unlike Lothar, he is a powerful warrior who has truly reached the legendary level. He needs to pay a price to forcefully make up for the gap in obtaining a large level!

We can't go on like this!

Warchief Orgrim's eyes froze. Even though he was reluctant in his heart, he already understood that the tribe had failed in this crucial war!

He made a decision quickly in his mind.

"Thorekum!"

He called his adjutant's name loudly, held the Doomhammer tightly in his hand, and looked calmly at Lothar, who was charging towards him again.

"Notify the chiefs to retreat!"

"Retreat to Grim Batol of the Dragon Roar Clan and tell Chief Zulud that the tribe depends on them!"

After giving the final order, he no longer cared about his body, but once again ordered the war hammer in his hand to inject more bloodthirsty energy into his body.

The originally strong body struggled to squeeze out the last bit of life, making the chief's eyes bloodshot and his body swelling with streaks of dazzling dark red blood.

"For the tribe!"

Roaring loudly, he rushed towards Lothar without hesitation, trying to block him for more time.

"Yes! Great Chief!"

As a close associate of Warchief Orgrim, the adjutant Thorekm, who is always paying attention to this core battle, has already learned about Orgrim's will from the current situation of gradually falling into a disadvantage.

He did not resist this order, but took a final deep look at his leader.

He knew the consequences of overuse of the Doomhammer. Orgrim would use death to give the resisting human commanders more time to evacuate.

Holding back the tears in his eyes, this tyrannical lieutenant of Orgrim forced back a Silver Hand Paladin who was fighting with him with an axe. He turned around and prepared to retreat to the rear of the tribe without hesitation.

In the Kabbalah Life Heaven, the Messiah who observes this battle through the link of faith subconsciously guides Andrei to also pay attention to the central battle.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

When he heard Orgrim's shouts, he immediately charged from the side, using the two-handed cross sword burning with the holy flame of judgment, he turned his back mercilessly and sent out an evil-breaking slash, with a sharp

The slash transformed by the Holy Power of Judgment directly split the defenseless Thorekm in half, as he turned around.

Andre, or the Messiah behind him, did not allow the orcs to retain too much strength!

Using a charge that exceeded the speed of sound, he galloped for thousands of meters and came directly to the war flag of the war chief that was guarded by Orgrim's adjutant Thorekm just now. He cut it in two with one sword and chopped down the flag of the war chief unceremoniously!

"No!"

The death of the adjutant and the fall of the flag representing his battle made Orgrim, who was always paying attention, burst out of his eyes in an instant.

But the warchief's anger was meaningless. His body was becoming more and more broken, and the bloodthirsty energy could no longer sustain his full strength in fighting.

"bump!"

Coupled with the emotional loss during the duel, Lothar saw the right opportunity and knocked the warhammer out of the warchief's hand with a single sword.

Then he clenched his right fist and with great force, struck the chief on the head in an instant, knocking him unconscious to the ground!

"That's, that's the war flag of the great chief!"

"The great chief has fallen!"

"No!"

Countless orc clans attacked, and chaos ensued as the war chief's banner fell.

With his hands free, Lothar, a powerful legendary warrior, continued his attack, which directly and completely overwhelmed the resistance of the remaining orc chief level warriors.

In just half an hour, as a chief-level warrior was defeated, the strong men of the tribe were reduced to the point where they were unable to confront the strong men of the alliance.

Some of the heroic human warriors who began to free up their hands either besieged the remaining orc chiefs together, or charged directly into the ordinary orc army and massacred them.

The tribal orc warriors who had been roaring and fighting bravely just now finally collapsed in the face of these forces that were far stronger than them!

The orcs of the tribe retreated in panic, even scattering the shaman behind their position.

In the sky, the combined spells of high elves and humans also began to gain the upper hand. Countless powerful spells broke through the interception of tribal spellcasters and fell ferociously from the sky.

The endless flames and frost, like erasers, clean up the dense green tide on the ground, clearing out patches of blank space.

The collapse of the spellcaster's power was the last straw that broke the balance of victory in this battle.

The entire tribe was completely destroyed!

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