Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

"Kill! Damn the undead!"

"For the sake of my family and for my survival, I will do my best!"

"Damn it, I'm infected!"

"Quickly, deliver him the holy water!"

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The ear-splitting shouts of killing, the collision of flesh and bones, resounded throughout this small town of Lordaeron in the border area under the setting sun.

The Maclean Baron family, which has lasted for more than five hundred years, is an on-the-ground feudal lord that rules nearly 50,000 people, including this city.

"There is a gap in the west wall, the fourth team is on top!"

The contemporary Baron McLean stood on the only watchtower on the city wall with a tired face, loudly issuing various orders to direct the battle.

"Send 50 militiamen to replace the guards on the east wall."

"The reserve militia on the south side, move to the north side!"

If it was before the plague of the undead, he might still be leading his subordinate knights out of the city to the surrounding farms, leisurely patrolling this land full of pastoral scenery, urging his subjects to harvest the wheat from the farmland and collect food.

Fruits from the orchard.

"Lord Baron, Master Kradim measured the height of the bones piled up in front of the city wall. It's time to burn them again with kerosene!"

A messenger with a childish face ran up from the bottom of the watchtower and eagerly reported to his lord.

Although there are nearly 100,000 undead outside the city, only a few thousand of them are human corpses. Most of the rest are the skeletons of beasts in the surrounding forests that were forcibly resurrected and transformed by a Necromancer of the Cult of the Curse.

As we all know, the plague of the undead cannot directly resurrect animals other than non-humanoid creatures, and the emergence of this necromancer with an unusual brain circuit is one of the reasons why Baron McClun is currently in trouble.

"Butler Mira, how much kerosene do we still have?"

The baron turned sideways and asked his butler, an old man wearing a formal coat with his back straight.

"Sir, the number of these undead is beyond our expectation!"

"The kerosene we reserve can last for at most two rounds!"

The war situation was urgent, and the old butler did not bother to salute his master, but directly opened the parchment in his hand and reported the remaining amount.

"Damn it!"

"If it is not the order of the royal capital, let our teleportation array be transferred to the central teleportation array of the kingdom."

"Maybe I can get some supplies from Count Roccolem!"

"These skeletons came so suddenly!"

The baron's expression changed and he complained helplessly.

Although without kerosene, the battle will be at a disadvantage, but this city is also the home of the McClure family that has been built for hundreds of years, so it naturally has some extraordinary supernatural powers as its trump card.

Because of this, the Baron still has the confidence to persevere.

After ordering the messenger to use less kerosene and continue to resist.

He handed over the command to his confidant Knight Wallace, turned around and walked down the observation tower to the Maclean Family Castle in the center of the city.

At the very core of the castle, there is a small violet teleportation magic circle with a diameter of 9 feet. Under the debugging of several spellcasters, it flashes into a magnificent blue and purple light.

"Your Excellency Kradim, how long will it take for you to adjust?"

The several spellcasters in front of him are all mage worshiped by the McClun family. If it weren't for this undead invasion, most of these spellcasters would still be living in the east of the small town, in the lower-level mage tower he just ordered to build last year.

"Lord Baron, please don't worry."

Seeing the arrival of his sponsor, Master Kradim, the youngest among these spell casters, stood up.

After the popularity of the violet magic system, life in Dalaran was rich and lively, and novelties brought about by various violet magic innovations emerged in an endless stream. For spellcasters like Kradim, who had just entered the lower level of the official class, consumption was

It's really a bit high.

Therefore, over the years, many newly minted lower-level mages like to find rich men with a long history like Baron McClun to serve as personal magic consultants and obtain large and generous commissions.

"There are about 10 minutes left before we can complete this debugging."

When he heard that it would only take 10 minutes, the Baron's expression instantly calmed down. He nodded to Master Kratim and signaled him to continue working, then stood aside and waited.

Some time ago, after King Terenas announced that he would abdicate and return to the empire, he already knew from the edict that his feudal lord power would be taken back later.

The baron, who knew the general trend, did not resist, but was busy taking back all the property in the entire territory to his family castle. After all, the empire seizes power but not wealth!

However, yesterday, the Royal City of Lordaeron suddenly asked all the lords to transfer their respective teleportation arrays to the central teleportation array of the kingdom. What exactly did they want to do? The baron was also a little curious now. Could it be that the empire sent reinforcements to cleanse the undead?

Will we be able to get help directly from the teleportation array?

Thinking of this, the Baron shook his head and shook this naive idea out of his mind.

He still clearly remembers that this is just a small teleportation circle. When he bought it in Dalaran, the salesperson at the "Magic Gate Teleportation Array Store" next to the Five Fireball Staff Shop warned him many times that this level of magic

According to the restrictions in the rules for the use of the array, it can only support the transmission of 3 people or equivalent goods at a time, and the transmission interval is 6 hours.

How can such restrictions support the teleportation army?

However, he did not know that in the eyes of some extraordinary beings, rules are meant to be broken. Only by making the impossible possible can their greatness be revealed!

As time passed by, the teleportation array finally stabilized as the last purple-blue magic light flashed through.

"Lord Baron, we have finished."

Master Kratim wiped the fine sweat on his forehead. For lower-level formal mages like them, the debugging work is actually not difficult, but according to the baron's request, it is more troublesome to do it five times faster than usual.

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These spell casters naturally know the current trend of the unification of the empire, and the baron in front of them will no longer be a baron, but the wealth accumulated over hundreds of years still belongs to these rich men. The power of money naturally makes them dare not neglect it.

"Turn it on!"

The baron stared at the magic circle and gave the order to activate it.

"No, how can it be golden?"

"This, this holy power is the holy power of Yahweh!"

As soon as the teleportation circle was activated, it emitted an uncharacteristically golden light, which was completely different from the blue space energy fluctuations in the past, causing the casters around the circle to exclaim in surprise.

"boom!"

Before they could take any action, the light after the entire teleportation array was activated suddenly expanded tenfold, and a miniature light door composed of pure golden light that was reduced dozens of times appeared on the original site of the teleportation array, with a bang.

Open the hole!

"Who is Baron MacLean?"

A Paladin of Yahweh riding a tall horse took the lead and walked out of the Gate of Light, shouting loudly.

"This has been confirmed as the twelfth junction of the Empire's light transmission network!"

"I need information about the undead creatures here!"

Behind him, two rows of imperial infantrymen holding holy muskets were lined up proudly. They stepped out of the miniature door of light in goose steps. There was an endless stream of them...