Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

An eternal ice crystal suddenly appeared from outer space, silently passed through the planet's defense array, and like a meteorite, hit the Northrend Glacier Continent of Azeroth.

"boom!"

After a violent crash and the roar of ice breaking.

An immeasurable terrifying spiritual power rose from this eternal ice crystal that completely blocked the perception of the guardian dragon's defense line, distorting the space.

"I am the loyal servant of the Burning Legion, the Lich King Ner'zhul!"

Dozens of powerful lichs with only skeletons left, holding undead staffs, slowly walked out of the twisted space cracks around the ice meteorite, and crawled on the ground in front of the eternal ice crystal.

"Go! My servants!"

A strange and majestic sound sounded in this desolate world where only ice was left.

"To conquer, to kill!"

"Let the wrath of the dead descend on this world!"

The ground of the entire Icecrown Glacier began to shatter and tremble. Countless indigenous creatures living around the Icecrown Glacier area were horrified to see the corpses of their long-dead companions next to them once again opening their dark eyes.

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The southern end of the continent of the Eastern Kingdom of Azeroth, the territory of the Holy Arathor Empire.

A middle-aged mage who looked wise and knowledgeable seemed to have just woken up from a long sleep. He opened his confused eyes in a wooden house in the deepest part of the Twilight and Dawn Forest.

"I, where is this?"

The mage raised his upper body, and the extremely powerful light blue magic energy boiled out, and a dazzling light bloomed in his eyes. The familiar and powerful arcane energy made him relax instantly.

He stood up holding on to the wall of the cabin, opened the door and walked out.

The colorful sunlight shines on the mage's face through the gaps in the leaves.

The collision of branches in the forest and the chirping of various birds and animals appeared in his ears, suddenly showing him a vibrant world.

"My child, you finally wake up!"

A female voice with obvious joy appeared behind him, causing him to turn around suddenly.

The mage stared closely at the woman who smiled kindly at him, and a magnificent stream of memories continued to emerge from the depths of his consciousness.

After a long while, the mage who finally understood everything relaxed, and spoke in a low voice with a tone of indifference after experiencing life and death.

"Long time no see, Ms. Aegwynn."

"my mother."

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In the 15th year of the Holy Light Cross Calendar, after three years of brief but happy prosperity, several other human kingdoms on the entire Eastern Kingdom continent, except for the Holy Arathor Empire, seemed to have squandered all the good luck they had accumulated before.

Unprecedented in history, frequent heavy rains and floods spread throughout the continent, and countless crops that were about to be harvested were drowned by sudden floods and heavy rainfall.

The Holy Arathor Empire and the Holy Light Cross Church, which possess rich marine resources from the fishmen, continue to support a large amount of food and provide it to various human kingdoms in the eye of the disaster.

But this did not slow down the subsequent outbreak of various man-made disasters caused by food shortages.

The food aid from the Holy Arathor Empire was directly intercepted by feudal lords everywhere and resold to other merchants to maintain the same luxurious enjoyment as in the past and purchase more novel products from the empire.

Many noble knights who fought bravely during the invasion of the orcs, in the absence of external crises, quickly degenerated at a speed that no one could have imagined, exploiting a large number of civilians in the six human kingdoms who were on the verge of life and death.

On the other hand, the missionary priests of the Holy Light Cross are waving grain and spreading the faith of the Holy Yahweh with an efficiency nearly 10 times higher than before.

The conflicts they had with local noble lords in order to protect their believers also began to increase in number.

"Bang!"

A stack of reports from the eastern region of New Stormwind Kingdom was slapped heavily on the gorgeous obsidian ground by Anduin Lothar, the regent of Stormwind Kingdom, making a loud sound.

"Baron Romain, Baron Wales, guest Viscount Phillot..."

"What do they want to do?"

This furious man roared in the palace meeting hall like an angry lion.

The child of his best friend, Prince Varian Wrynn, who was suppressed by Lothar and did not become king, was behind him, sitting on the throne, looking at the ministers in the council chamber who lowered their heads amidst Lothar's roar.

They shook their heads helplessly and remained silent.

"In just three months, I asked for three batches of holy Aratho's dried salted fish."

"Then you told me that 700 citizens starved to death again?"

The angry Anduin Lothar looked at the end of the crowd of ministers in the hall, where the thief in dark clothing was named, unceremoniously.

"Colonel Rocknell of MI7."

"Let me tell you, ministers, what exactly did Baron Romen, Baron Wales, guest Viscount Phillot and others do?"

"Yes, Your Highness the Regent."

The mask on his face covered the bitterness on Roconel's face, and he stood helplessly from the queue of ministers.

"Baron Roman, Baron Wales, Viscount Ferro and other hereditary noble lords in the eastern part of the kingdom intercepted and resold all the salted fish that supported the Holy Arathor Empire. Not a single salted fish was left to his hungry subjects."

"Moreover, according to our investigation, these salted fish were resold by them to the extremely evil cult 'Cult of the Damned' on the border of Dalaran and Lordaeron, which was clearly announced by the Holy Light Cross."

His tone hesitated for a moment, but he finally said it.

"And those 700 territorial citizens were massacred to death by the professionals they hired, not starved to death!"

The civilians in the world of Azeroth are truly vulnerable groups. They have no ability to resist in front of the nobles who are protected by extraordinary beings.

After the colonel of MI7 finished speaking, in an instant, the entire palace meeting hall was boiling, and all the noble ministers were condemning these nobles who massacred their own people.

However, it was just a condemnation. None of the noble ministers of the New Stormwind Kingdom publicly stated how they would specifically punish the lords who made mistakes.

"Why!"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Lothar, who knew that this time was probably just a fine and ordered rectification, let out a long sigh.

Except for the fact that he was touched by Karen's choice back then, it was impossible for the upper echelons of the entire kingdom to truly punish those hereditary nobles with the support of extraordinary power because of the lives of just a few hundred untouchables.

"Stand back, Colonel Roconel."

The regent reluctantly waved and asked the colonel of MI7 to step down. He had heard too many of these tragic incidents in the past few years. Although he would still get extremely angry every time, he would calm down quickly as if numb.

"Holy Arathor's diplomat has made it clear to me that if there is another incident of transferring their aid to the cult, he will cancel aid to us on behalf of the Empire."

Even with the powerful force of his legendary warrior, he could not change the nature of class oppression. If those rampant nobles had not traded the aid to the cult organization this time, which triggered a fierce reaction from the imperial diplomats, maybe Lothar

His subordinates would never report to him the life and death of just a few hundred untouchables.

Sure enough, after hearing that these eastern nobles had angered the God of Wealth of the Empire who had been assisting them in the past few years, these noble ministers became a little more serious. After a while, a potbellied Earl of the New Storm Kingdom stepped forward and said,

He suggested to Lothar.

"Your Highness, ask Baron Roman and others to donate 2,000 gold coins to the Holy Light Cross Church, and you and Prince Varian will personally order them to..."

It’s a long list, but in reality it’s still the same old fines and rectifications, except that the profit target of these fines has been changed from the Kingdom’s Palace to the Holy Light Cross Church.

But, what can this do? Unless the New Kingdom of Stormwind implements the national system of the Holy Arathor Empire without real hereditary nobility, Lothar will be unable to do anything to deal with the tragedies caused by the exploitation of the poor.

"My brother, come out to me."

Just as Lothar squinted his eyes irritably and listened to the words of the Earl of the Kingdom in front of him, a very familiar voice appeared next to his ears.

He opened his eyes suddenly and scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

There was no sign of the powerful magic protection of the palace being activated, and everyone except him looked normal. Could it be that he was hallucinating?

The ministers below all lowered their heads. Except for Varian who was behind Lothar, no one noticed Lothar's abnormality at this moment.

"No, my brother, you heard me right!"

However, that voice sounded again, and Lothar's expression finally changed drastically.

"I, Medivh, am back."

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