Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Under the constant sun, fifteen straight white marks streaked across the clouds in the sky with an ear-piercing scream.

In this vast sea of ​​clouds, thousands of meters above Longhou City, fifteen long white lines are like sailing boats shuttled in the waves, carrying an unparalleled fierce momentum.

The holy and pure original holy light enveloped the body of Tirion Fordring, one of the original five paladins and the top leader of the Silver Head Legion.

"Your Excellency, your Pegasus of Light is indeed worthy of its title of 'the fastest mount in the sky'."

This layer of faint holy light, under the control of this powerful paladin, could easily block the fierce hurricane that exceeded the speed of sound when flying on a Pegasus.

"Even the strongest gryphon knight among the Wildhammer dwarves cannot reach such a fast speed in the air!"

"Your Excellency, the General, is so complimentary."

"It is my honor to participate in this operation. This is a little help that the Holy Arathor Empire can do."

As a confidant sent by His Majesty the Imperial Emperor, our old friend Andre led 5 Silver Intermediate Judgment Paladins to personally participate in this operation. He said calmly and unhurriedly.

The Pegasus of Light they sat on was the flying mount that Karen had once ridden. It was cultivated through special means and could spread out a pair of wide wings of holy power from the specially made holy power crystal on its body.

However, over the years, based on the empire's further research and improvement of this mount, multiple different types of Pegasus mount groups have been developed based on the different needs of various flying fields, such as "heavy-duty" and "durable"

And the "speed type" that they use now, the horse has a slender body, etc.

These mounts are naturally extremely rare for Tirion and other members of the Alliance, but for strong men like Andre, who are at the top of the empire, they have seen too many of them. The members of the Emperor's Guard in Arathor City have a lot of them.

Horse, it's really nothing.

"How scary! According to my calculations, our speed is close to three times the speed of sound. This is the speed at which a hero-level warrior swings the weapon in his hand with all his strength!"

The red-haired mage Ronin exclaimed as he rode on a Pegasus. He and his wife Vereesa's Pegasus flew side by side in the sky.

After practicing the "Violet Meditation Method", his pure mental power transformed into mental power, which is now connected to the superficial thinking of each team member. Therefore, these members of the beheading team can survive at such supersonic speeds.

In the flight environment, the conversation was smooth through Luo Ning's mental channel.

"Really, Ronin? I can't shoot arrows at this speed before I advance to the hero level!"

Vereesa Windrunner was flying side by side next to Roland, and the married couple exclaimed in the same way.

The low-level storm protection spell enchanted on her high elf ranger uniform wrapped her and Luo Ning together. Inadvertently, the hands of the newlywed couple held each other together again.

The "remaining knight" Uther behind them was holding the "Hammer of Judgment" tightly, with the veins on his arms bulging high, staring unkindly at the couple who were showing off their love again, thinking about whether he should smash them now.

Hammer, or two hammers in a row.

"Very good, our current running-in is enough."

A thick and magnetic voice sounded in the minds of everyone in the beheading commando team, interrupting the tragedy that might happen next.

During the running-in training that began after Roland arrived, they had been training together for three days at a temporary training ground that simulated the terrain in Dragon Roar City, and today's assault flight training was the last of all training.

"Everyone, have a good night's rest today. After seven days of fighting, countless Alliance warriors have laid down their lives under Dragon Roar City."

Just as he said, in order to create an opportunity for them to attack by force, in just 7 days, the alliance had dropped nearly 100,000 corpses under the Dragon Roar City, and nearly double-digit heroes of the heroic rank were killed on the city wall.

.The alliance has paid an extremely heavy price for the implementation of this beheading operation.

"Now, we are ready, and it is time for us to end this war."

Wearing a low-key black iron chain armor, Alliance Commander Anduin Lothar, carrying his signature weapon "The Great Royal Sword", turned sideways on the Pegasus and spoke solemnly to everyone.

"Tomorrow, I decide to start taking action at noon tomorrow!"

"Everyone, fight hard!"

"For Azeroth!"

Led by Lothar, the only legendary warrior in the alliance, the fourteen heroic elite spellcasters, rangers, and paladins all knew that under the clouds they were flying under, the battlefield between the alliance and the tribe was at war.

Bloody and tragic time.

Including the "outsider" Count Andrei, all the team members also became serious and responded in unison.

"Yes, Commander!"

"For Azeroth!"

After saying that, Lothar's hands were seen pulling up the reins controlling the Pegasus. Under his control, the hooves of the Pegasus began to flash with azure wind element light, as if the ground suddenly appeared in the sky.

The powerful horse's hooves float on the illusory ground in the sky

He turned face-to-face and kicked several steps, almost making a sharp turn of 180 degrees in a way that surpassed the flying skills of countless fighter jets in Messiah's previous life! The Holy Power wings on both sides of the Pegasus flapped violently again, leading Lothar in the air.

The sky turned into a galloping white line.

All the team members also followed Lothar, turning the sea of ​​clouds in the sky into white waves visible to the naked eye, and followed Lothar back to the alliance camp.

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On the central coastline of the Eastern Kingdom continent, there is only 200 kilometers of mountainous and forested coast from Menethil Port, one of the most developed ports in the Alliance.

An extremely large fleet, flying the flags of the goblin Bilgewater Cartel and the orc Frostwolf Clan, docked at the coastline.

Approximately 60,000 women and children of the Longhou clan, led by some elderly shamans, boarded large wooden ships that docked one after another, with the characteristic goblin explosions and thick smoke coming out from time to time.

"Chief Draka, these are all our women and children. Thank you for your help so that we can give it a try!"

An old orc shaman came to the flagship of the fleet and said to a female orc chief who was very rare in the entire tribe.

"Chief Shaman Nekros, are you still unwilling to evacuate with us?"

Draka asked with some regret, holding a shaman war flag.

Behind her, a strong orc young man stood respectfully.

"The chief shaman has never been willing to accept the tribe's failure."

"In these years, although he has discovered a way to activate the 'Devil's Soul'."

"But Lord Gul'dan passed away too early. We don't know what will happen after this artifact is activated. Lord Nekros wants to give it a try."

"Therefore, he asked us to go to the continent across the sea with you, which can be regarded as leaving a seed for the Longhou clan."

Having said this, the old orc shaman sighed and continued.

"Hey, I hope there won't be an alliance of countries as powerful as the Alliance in that new continent."

After hearing the old shaman's words, Draka, who was not optimistic about Nekros's fighting style, also smiled bitterly and subconsciously glanced at the orc young man behind him.

Her eyes were particularly focused on the Holy Cross badge on the chest of the orc youth, which she found very dazzling and represented the glory of the priesthood.

"I will try my best to lead the frost wolves and dragon roar orcs to reproduce again. This is the only promise I can give you."

She made an extremely solemn promise to the old orc shaman.

Seeing the old orc nodded and showing an extremely tired look, the female chief Draka knowingly asked the young orc behind her to take the old shaman down to rest.

"My son, Thrall."

"Take this compatriot to rest!"

The orc young man named Thrall stepped forward with a smile and nodded at his mother.

"Okay, my mother!"

Then, he helped the old orc walk towards the cabin of the flagship.

Not only does he not have the slightest trace of the wild temperament unique to the orc race, his figure actually carries a sacred aura.

"Are the orcs who accept the Faith of the Holy Cross really still the orcs of the tribe?"

Once killed in the Empire Strikes Back, the wife of the warchief's adjutant Durotan and the new chief of the Frostwolf clan looked at her son, who looked different from any other orc before, and thought worriedly.

But in the end, she still didn't say anything. While crossing the endless sea, her people faced countless dangers and hardships.

The clan's shaman profession has withered away, and she needs this sacred power that can heal injuries and soothe people's hearts.

Even if it was this power that destroyed the orcs' invasion.

But now, she has no choice...