Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

"For the tribe!"

There was a Blackstone clan emblem on the shoulder armor of one arm. The strong orc warlord held the battle flag high and led the charge, shouting loudly.

"Long live the Great Chief!"

"Kill the Alliance and conquer Lordaeron!"

A tall orc warrior, holding a variety of weapons high and roaring, followed them, dyeing the land outside the city green.

The sound of war drums and horns, as well as the fighting sounds of humans and orcs, resounded throughout Tirisfal Glades.

In the sky, dark clouds enveloped the entire Royal City of Lordaeron. Thousands of two-headed cannibal magicians jointly cast powerful spells, and the dazzling thunderbolts like dragons, accompanied by hurricanes, fell densely from the sky.

, hitting the large protective formation of the capital.

In mid-air, the combined spells of the high elf mage and the elemental witchcraft of the orc shaman were constantly confronting each other. The vast fluctuations of spells were mixed with countless orc spears and human arrows.

On the earth, the magical aura from the tribal shaman group emerged in patches on the tribal warriors. The fearless warriors of countless tribes set up huge ladders on the walls of Lordaeron; and human beings

The warriors also relied on the powerful fortifications of Lordaeron City and kept knocking down the Destroyer Orcs' ladders to resist the Orcs' invasion.

However, the tribe had too many people. Even if the human soldiers on the city wall killed more orcs, the green tide outside the city still did not decrease at all.

"Your Majesty, the city wall on the east side needs reinforcements!"

A guard with scars all over his body, breathing heavily, came to King Terenas, knelt down and said.

"Hold on! I will lead the royal guards to personally support you!"

Wearing half a knight's armor and holding a big sword, the monarch's face was full of exhaustion. The dark red blood on the sword blade filled the area around this king in his prime with a chilling atmosphere.

He turned his head and motioned to the chaplain beside him, asking him to treat the guard in front of him, and then led the guards behind him and ran towards the east wall without stopping.

As the monarch of Lordaeron, the former most powerful country in the human world, who possesses extraordinary power, King Terenas can be known as a wise man in later generations, so he must not be a useless waste.

He is a powerful hero-level warrior. Prior to this, the monarch of Lordaeron had led the defenders and professionals of the royal city to resist the orc army for seven days.

The strength of the orc army exceeded King Terenas's imagination. Although the large defensive array of the Royal City of Lordaeron was strong, it was not Silvermoon City supported by the nearly infinite magic sunwell.

Today, this huge human city is in danger under the attack of the tribe. If it were not for the high-level elven mages from the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas who came to the rescue before the war, perhaps this city would have been captured a few days ago.

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However, their persistence was not meaningless. The tribe's army was firmly dragged under the city of Lordaeron by them.

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

Finally, on the right rear side of the orc army, symbols of courage cast by holy light and representing the Human Alliance appeared in the sky along with ear-piercing explosions.

King Terenas had just arrived at the city wall on the east side. He was waving his long sword with strong wind, cutting an orc warrior roaring from the ladder in half. He had no time to wipe the blood spattered on the armor.

, then noticed this conspicuous movement.

On the right side of the green tide of tribal orcs, a golden legion wearing steel armor appeared under the illumination of the holy light and entered the battlefield.

"Woo!" "Woo!" "Woo!"

In front of him, the tribal warriors who were so brave just now began to retreat amidst the long blast of horns!

Whether it was the surrounding royal guards or the ordinary soldiers on the surrounding city walls, they also noticed the anomaly in front of them. This was the first time since the orcs attacked that the greenskins gave up their day and night attacks.

That's the Alliance Army. The main force of the Alliance Army has arrived!

The most difficult time has passed. King Terenas stood on the city wall with a sword in his hand and a smile on his face, while the human soldiers around him cheered loudly!

"It's the Alliance Army, it's our people!"

"Reinforcements are coming, our reinforcements are coming!"

"Ah! Long live the Alliance!"

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Tirisfal Glades in the middle of the night is shrouded in starlight.

The densely packed tribal army camps stretched for hundreds of miles in the light of fire.

At this moment, the day's battle ended in the orc camp, inside the warchief's tent.

During the day, after the main force of the Alliance arrived for reinforcements, the reason why the Great Chief ordered the entire line to retreat was not because he was afraid of the strength of the Alliance Army's reinforcements, but because a small force suddenly arrived. He and the Alliance Army arrived almost at the same time, coming from the Dark Portal.

The defenders' tribe dispersed the thieves, and brought him news that made all the tribe's top leaders furious - the entire defense of the Dark Portal was destroyed, and Gul'dan was killed!

When this news that he had hidden during the war was announced at this moment, the whole place was in an uproar!

Although most of the tribe's top leaders in the warchief's camp are members of Gul'dan's opposition drawn by Orgrim, they are still opposed. This does not mean that they will underestimate Gul'dan's power.

That is the power to supply and maintain a large interstellar portal almost single-handedly!

Such inhumanly powerful power is still unique among the current tribes, and unparalleled! It is so powerful that the orc leaders of the entire tribe are afraid of it!

"How could the Dark Door be lost?"

"Damn Gul'dan, damn fel warlock!"

"Impossible, Chief Gul'dan is so powerful!"

"No, that's our passage home."

For a time, the entire warchief's camp was filled with the incredulous roars of the tribe's top brass.

Warchief Orgrim, who was sitting high on the main seat, did not stop the anger and venting of the orc clan chiefs in the camp.

Because even he, when he just learned the earth-shattering news during the day, could hardly contain his anger. At that time, he directly used the war hammer in his hand to smash the table in front of him.

After a while, after the noise in the camp gradually quieted down, a close confidant of Orgrim and a high-ranking warlord of the Blackstone Clan stood up and asked the tribe's great dragon head.

"Great Chief, what should we do next?"

At this time, the eyes of all the orcs were focused on Warchief Orgrim.

The road to his hometown is cut off, and the next step of the entire tribe's strategy depends on the chief's thoughts.

"Everyone, the dragon roar clan's red dragon taming is still not stable enough!"

Although the red dragons are very powerful, when they came across the sea, those red dragons would not attack the human soldiers who fell into the water. This undoubtedly made the upper echelons of the entire tribe doubt the reliability of the red dragons.

The great chief glanced around and saw that almost all the top orcs had no doubts about this before continuing.

"Moreover, the main force of the alliance has arrived. This time, we don't have a shortcut to the next Alterac Mountains!"

"The Alliance army is right beside us. Unless we defeat them, we won't be able to move at all!"

Orgrim clenched the warhammer in his hand, stood up and shouted.

"Warriors of the tribe! Let's fight here and completely defeat the Alliance!"

"For the tribe!"

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Outside the city of Mercia, outside the magnificent Gate of Light with its angel-carved doorposts, reinforcements from the Holy Arathor Empire heading to Lordaeron have been assembled.

"Your Majesty, the main force of the Alliance Army has arrived in Lordaeron City and has broken the shielding spell of the tribe there!"

"The magic teleportation array has been restored, and the spatial coordinates have been uploaded to the Gate of Light!"

The purple-gold Holy Light of Judgment flashed, and a Judgment Saint half-knelt in front of the Pope and said respectfully.

After nodding to the adjudicator of the report, indicating that he knew, St. Paul turned around and looked at the fully armed expeditionary support force headed by Imperial Count Andre.

"Your Excellency, God will bless you to victory!"

His hands shed a piece of golden Yahweh Holy Light, dispelling the fatigue gathered in the expeditionary army, and said to Andre.

With 18 hero-level Silver Paladins, 6 Silver Patriarch Glory Priests as the main force, and 800 strong men above the peak of the official level, it is enough for the entire alliance to surpass the tribe in terms of high-end combat power.

Four cardinals in red robes stood behind the pope in white robes. The pure golden light of glory on their bodies connected to the huge Gate of Light. After the Pope’s blessing, the Gate of Light was in the center.

, the golden transmission channel has slowly opened.

"Thank you for your blessing, Your Majesty."

Count Andrei, with a resolute look on his face, saluted with his chest raised to the Pope.

"We will do our best to obtain supreme glory for the church and the empire!"

Turning around, he led the neatly organized Imperial support troops towards the Gate of Light...