Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

"Comrade Locke, I'm sorry, I can only determine where the evil is located, in the noble district of Andorhal City."

Young Bishop Harry said with a wry smile to Locke Anfe, who was carrying the Holy Cross two-handed sword in front of him.

Harry had learned about the team led by this uncle from the church's "Internal Reference News" when he was conducting regional bishop training in the holy city of Mercia three years ago. It was the most powerful demon hunter in Lordaeron.

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From a geographical point of view, the city of Andorhal is close to the border area of ​​Dalaran where the cult "Cult of the Damned" is infested. It is one of the areas where the demon hunter elites in the church priesthood appear most frequently. In Bishop Harry's case,

After the demon-killing mission was released through the Faith Network, Team Locke came to take over the mission. It can be said that Bishop Harry was not surprised at all.

"After all, I only preside over a small regional church."

The young bishop turned around, stared at the Holy Cross with a faint golden light in front of him, and said regretfully.

"There is no way to fully monitor the entire city."

Every church of Holy Light Cross Church can be called God's sanctuary inside. Everything that happens can be said to be exposed to the eyes of God, Yahweh, with nowhere to hide and no way to hide.

But outside of the church, it depends on the size of the church and the number of believers around it, but in essence, regional churches, cathedrals, patriarchal churches, cardinal churches... almost every rise

At the first level, the scope of influence of the church can be expanded accordingly.

In the city of Andorhal, judging from the fact that the regional church that Harry presided over was located in a slum area, the Cross Church did not develop smoothly in this city.

"Bishop Harry, please don't say sorry."

As a veteran demon hunter of the Holy Light Cross, Uncle Locke made the sign of the cross on his chest, held his chest and saluted.

"You have given us enough help."

To be honest, the young bishop in front of him could use a regional church at the edge of the city, the lowest level in the church hierarchy, to catch up with the evil noble district in the core of the city. This is already a very impressive thing for the paladin.

Uncle Locke was surprised and admired.

Unlike the demon hunting missions he had taken on in the past, which had no intelligence support at all in the wilderness, being able to determine a scope this time was indeed a great help.

The city of Andorhal is not the royal city of Lordaeron. To put it bluntly, the aristocratic district is the castle of the Earl of Andorhal, the largest local lord, and the residences of about twenty feudal lords belonging to the Earl's vassals.

"Captain, the Intermediate Judgment Temple Merkeldo sent a message to the Faith Network Locke Demon Hunting Team."

While Locke was saluting, a strong young paladin behind him walked up to him and said in his ear.

"He used the magic of judgment to determine from the city guards that the only nobles currently in Andorhal are the Earl of Andorhal, Viscount Crent, and Viscount Moldo."

"It is worth noting that Viscount Moldo, including today's trip, has left the city exactly this month and returned to the city 12 times."

"Yeah, I understand."

Turning sideways, he was worthy of being a veteran demon hunter. After nodding to his subordinates behind him, Locke kept a calm expression and looked at Bishop Harry who had turned around again, and said solemnly.

"Your Excellency Bishop, I think my team members have some clues."

"Leave the rest to us!"

Harry, who knew the professionalism of the middle-aged man in front of him, nodded trustingly and made the sign of the cross with his hands on his chest. A light golden light of evil protection sacrament descended from the top of the church on the heads of the paladins.

This protective holy spell is blessed by the power of the church. It appears invisible and colorless after the blessing is successful, and can resist the full blow of the silver hero-level dark spell.

"Then, I leave it to you, may God bless you!"

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Just when the demon hunters of the Church of the Holy Light Cross discovered their target, another force of justice in Lordaeron also discovered something was wrong with the dark forces in Andorhal.

However, it is different from the Holy Light Cross Church demon hunters who quickly identify the target and even start taking action.

This team, believers in the three virtues of the original Holy Light, members of the "Paladin Order of the Silver Hand" who had made great contributions in the war between humans and animals under the city of Lordaeron, are fighting against the controller of the city of Andorhal, the local feudal

The lord, Count Andorhal, is quarreling.

"I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness."

In the Andorhal family castle, Prince Arthas of Lordaeron, who had just arrived through the earl family's private teleportation array, looked angrily at the earl who was boasting in front of him.

"According to the feudal noble decree established at the beginning of the founding of the Kingdom of Lordaeron."

"You cannot summon the lords from all over the country to perform the baptism of holy light without the personal authorization of the king."

The count with a straight face continued calmly.

"With all due respect, Your Highness, I will personally write a letter to His Majesty Terenas for your request today."

He didn't care about His Highness the prince's angry expression. As a real earl who owns a territory and the backbone of the local lord faction in the kingdom, if the person asking him to forcefully convene a gathering of local feudal lords was not the only prince in Lordaeron, he would have given the order long ago.

Drive it out.

Force him to summon hundreds of surrounding territories and bring together nearly a hundred feudal lords to perform the Holy Light Baptism. Haha, you said that if you summon one, two, or even ten or eight, this Earl will be able to see your prince's name.

, ordered the subordinate feudal lords to come and deal with it.

As for the hundreds, haha, those are real nobles with territories and private armies! Together they are enough to influence millions of people in each territory. Without a formal order from His Majesty the King, what do they want to do when they gather together? Rebellion?

Obviously, Arthas, who is still young now, leaves the royal city for the first time and follows his teacher, the leader of the Silver Hand, Paladin Uther, on a mission to fight against evil.

Different from the previous missions that were executed smoothly and could be completed purely by force, this time we came to the city of Andorhal on the border of Dalaran to search for information related to the "Cult of the Curse". This mission was undoubtedly not only about force, but also about the prince.

There are political training requirements.

What was expected was that the prince, who had grown up under the flattery of the palace nobles, gave a thoughtless order to the Count of Andorhal as soon as he met him, ordering him to summon nearly a hundred feudal lords from the surrounding areas.

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Now that he heard that the count was about to complain to his father, he became a little frightened. This young paladin with shoulder-length hair and wearing full armor hurriedly looked at the teacher Uther beside him.

His Highness is still a bit young! However, after all, His Majesty only has one son. He has been well protected these years, which is understandable.

Uther saw Alsace's panic expression and sighed inwardly.

He walked up to Alsace and touched Alsace's shoulder. After feeling that the young prince had calmed down, Uther, who had officially become a middle-aged uncle, hinted with his eyes that Earl Andorhal had performed well and was very kind to the prince.

The experience made sense and I was very satisfied.

"Ahem!"

Then he coughed twice in a low voice.

"What His Highness means is that I hope you can convene a cocktail party, and as a paladin, the prince hopes to personally bless and baptize his future ministers."

As he spoke, he prepared to give Alsace a good lesson on the differences between feudal aristocrats and palace aristocrats tonight. Although the prince may have heard relevant knowledge before in his studies at the palace, he found it shallow on paper.

You must know how to do this matter carefully. How to maintain a good relationship with the nobles of the territory under your protection is the greatest knowledge of every generation of King of Lordaeron.

"You don't need too many people. All your vassals, earl, can come."

"Your Highness has always been influenced by Queen Calia in the past."

At the end of his words, he specifically explained on behalf of Alsace why the prince gave that order, which made the earl nod in sudden realization.

As we all know, Alsace's sister Calia has become the queen of the Holy Arathor Empire two years ago. There are no fiefdom nobles in the Holy Arathor Empire. There are only "Holy Empire Nobles" similar to palace nobles.

They are administrative officers elected by the citizens of the Empire on the Imperial Spiritual Network and administrative officers born from examinations.

The Great Emperor Karen, who was crowned by the Messianic Prophet on behalf of God Yahweh, was the highest authority person in the imperial spiritual network except the Messiah. Unless his orders conflicted with the papal decrees of the Cross, it would be a complete

A complete statement.

Some time ago, the young prince who had just returned from a trip to the Holy Arathor Empire was influenced by his brother-in-law's arbitrary decision-making, which was undoubtedly acceptable to the earl.

"So it turns out that I wrongly blamed Your Highness."

The earl who walked down the steps given by Uther immediately touched his chest and saluted the prince. After all, he was the future majesty and could not really make the relationship so tense.

When he raised his head again, the count had changed into a smiling face.

"On behalf of the 22 nobles of Andorhal, I welcome His Royal Highness to this peaceful and beautiful city..."

"boom!"

An ear-splitting loud noise interrupted his words at exactly the right moment, causing the count who had previously been singing a harmonious hymn to turn dark in an instant.

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

Before the count could react, a series of dense explosions rang out in everyone's ears one after another.

The extremely embarrassed Earl cast an apologetic look at Uther, then turned around and roared angrily.

"Guard! Guard!"

This was his city, and upon hearing this noise, it seemed that the explosion was not far from the family castle in the center of the city.

If something big happened and hurt His Highness the Prince who came here, he couldn't imagine the consequences!

"What happened!"

The official high-ranking earl shouted loudly, and his angry tone spread throughout half of the city...