"Alsace! Stop doing this again!"

In the woods, Jaina looked at her spirits worriedly, but Alsace was filled with a strong murderous aura.

The daily cut of more than 10,000 yuan undoubtedly made Arthas a hero in the eyes of Lordaeron's abandoned people and even the Paladins of the Silver Hand Knights.

But the person who really cared about him, Jaina, was extremely worried.

"No! Jaina! I want to avenge my father! Don't worry! This is a war to clear up evil! This is a war to clear up evil! My God is watching in the Kingdom of God! My Father prays for me in heaven!"

He stubbornly rejected Jaina's request to retreat to the second line to command. As an outsider, he would not understand the pain in Alsace's heart at all.

After learning that the city of Lordaeron was destroyed by the undead army, his respected father died without a complete body, and his beloved sister disappeared, Arthas went crazy.

If his mentor had not become a god and had brought peace to his sister when he appeared again, his father ascended to the kingdom of God and received news of rest, if the blood of the elect had not made him tireless, Alsace would have been defeated long ago.

Kill! Only by killing those hateful undead with your own hands can Arthas get the greatest comfort!

After winning battles one after another, the surviving residents and soldiers were rescued by him from the ruins, Alsace was extremely satisfied.

Jaina looked at the prince who was left with her back and sighed heavily, tightening the wand in her hand. The only thing she could do was to fight with Alsace.

What can she say? Let Arthas not be addicted to killing!

The prince is not slaughtering the civilians of Stantam, but is saving his own people and destroying the endless undead legion! This is a sacred war and a sacred purification. What can she say?

The most important thing is that Chu Xiang is the righteous god of war, and that kind of aura of light cannot be faked.

Then how could a war in his name and even blessed by him be evil?

only...

This terrible plague seems to have no end at all. Except for a few high-level professions, some lucky "immune people", this terrible epidemic is sweeping the entire continent with an unstoppable trend. Even Dalaran has begun martial law, so when will this war be terminated?!

The epidemic continues and disasters continue!

How could the careless Alsace pay attention? Bloodshots have spread in Jaina's eyes. Unlike him, who has the bloodline of the God of War, Jaina is not an immortal!

If it weren't for every killing and victory in the battle, Jaina would have received a large-scale war blessing. I'm afraid that this delicate female mage would have fallen long ago...

War is the most likely to make people lose themselves.

In just three days, in the name of the God of War, the undefeated flag was held high, and expanded to the Northern Expedition Army of more than 20,000 people, becoming the most devout believer of the first group of war gods in the human world!

In return, none of them even suffered from injuries and loss of personnel. Unless their heads were cut off directly, those seriously injured and disabled people would be cured by the group as long as they pray under the battle banner or even without sacrifice.

This is a miracle! Such frequent miracles will only appear under the leadership of the prince and the war envoy!

Holding high the banner of justice, taking revenge for the sake of relatives, and eliminating the evil in the world, the God of War is watching in the sky.

Such troops and such soldiers are invincible!

The legion of the God of War was advancing rapidly, but the continent of Azeroth, which was originally favored by God, was full of war.

Some people laugh in the war, some people cry in the dark. And those who cry in despair often fall into the arms of the God of War the next day!

The greater the pain, the greater the motivation for revenge. Plague is a terrible disaster, but if there were no such terrible disaster, how could so many civilians raise their weapons?

Unexpectedly, since the outbreak of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Stormwind City, Iron Fortress, and even Danasus, some special cases of disease origin have appeared. The famous heroic cities in these alliances are like this, let alone some small towns and villages. It is impossible to say that a warm market that was enjoyed yesterday has completely become a terrifying ghost creature and a zombie paradise today. The new type of epidemic that is called "natural disaster" seems to not follow the law of disease spreading at all, but bloom everywhere.

Undoubtedly, this reminds people of a group of people behind the scenes secretly fueling the plague wave. For example, some cases of the disease cause are very likely to be bait deliberately set by the wrongdoer!

Now, people have better reasons to join the army. The natural disasters of the undead are disgusting and hateful, like invaders. The mastermind behind the scenes is just a traitor and hurts to the bone. That is simply a traitor!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

In the name of the God of War Chu Xiang!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

In the name of guarding the home!

The curse church has basically been destroyed within three days under the iron fist of Arthas, but the plague has not yet subsided, so the finger will be turned around.

Arthas pointed the front of the soldier at Northrend, which was the guidance of the God of War.

The league's top leaders turned their attention to the tribe because they were the only group that was not affected after the outbreak of the plague!

Those who do not believe in oracles believe that this is another conspiracy to subvert the alliance by the tribe!

Temples of God of War and statues of God of War are rising from all over the eastern kingdom.

Want to get shelter? Want to pray for your deceased relatives?

Believe in the God of War! This is the most active god in the world this year, the true god and the good god!

Some people scoffed at Chu Xiang, and some conspirators even privately felt that the God of War was also involved in the catastrophe. Because he was the biggest beneficiary so far and had gained countless believers. However, when facing the statue of the God of War, they were more respectful than anyone else, and they also contributed money and efforts whenever they found the god of war.

Some people look up to Chu Xiang like the sun and the moon, love their parents very much, and burn incense and bathe respectfully every day, praise and pray. Of course, those who are pious enough do hear the response of the God of War! The thin beggar may gain divine power and turn into a powerful warrior. The vulgar butcher may be blessed to be favored and become one of the few war sacrifices!

As more and more war sacrifices appear, the gods' favored people appear, and the name of the god of war Chu Xiang becomes louder and louder. Even those who did not believe in it began to try every means to join the god of war, trying to get the gods' grace - what they hope for is only strength!

There are only a few who are truly sublimated in worship, but these few are enough to make most people excited!

This is the new believers of the God of War - maybe not everyone is pious enough, but they are definitely full of vitality...

Outerland, the wreckage of the Draenor world, the floating island in the void.

It is said that this place was the home of orcs a long time ago, and it was also the homeland of the mysterious race Delaney.

However, these are just legends after all.

In this world, there are often two theories of origin that are circulated among orcs.

First, they were once tempted and enslaved by powerful demons, and came to Azeroth from the distant foreign lands. They were invaders.

Secondly, those who are more recognized by the Orc tribe are the masters of the Azeroth continent. Like the trolls, dwarves, and high elves, they lived by the Well of Eternity a long time ago.

It is humanity, it is the alliance that has occupied their homes.

What is the truth? Maybe it has been drowned in the long river of history. Ten thousand years has been too long. Who can remember except the elves and the immortals?

At least, for the current orc chief, Thrall, for his orc people, the most real part of their memory is living in a human shelter and surviving...

Thrall never denies that there were orcs like them in the Drano world, and the Hellscream family once lived in that land.

However, he never wanted to publicly acknowledge the history of the orcs invading the Azeroth continent, which is inconsistent with the records in the Frost Wolf tribe and also with the invisible interests of the tribe!

But no matter what, there is a fact that cannot be denied. There is indeed an orc tribe in the world of Draenor. There was before, now - there are also!

The beautiful Nagranate grassland is the only wonder in the broken outer world. It is different from the overall barren and barren theme of the outer world. It is full of the atmosphere of nature.

This grassland once nurtured countless familiar beast heroes, among which the most talked about is the chief of the War Song tribe and the legendary sword saint - Grom Hellscream!

As one of the birthplaces of shamanism, the orc tribes here also live a nomadic life. The management method of the clan system is not something outsiders can imagine while being backward.

The largest stronghold on the Lagra Prairie, Galado. It is very coincidental to the name of Thrall's grandfather, the old chief of Frostwolf, which undoubtedly makes people think of it.

But in fact, Galad never left Azeroth in his life. And Galad's current leader, the head of the clan that the military and political leaders were also the son of the Hellscream family - Garrosh Hellscream!

Hellscream, a great and warlike family, with violent factors flowing in their blood.

Rumor is that Grom, the current leader of the Hellscream family, has once drunk the blood of the demon, so his invincible power is actually a bloodthirsty power that cannot be controlled at all.

But only Garros always believed that his father was not tempted by the demons.

Because when we lived under the wings of my father, whenever the battle ended, his father would always say to him earnestly: "Garoche, remember. If we indulge in the violent power in our blood, we will eventually be just a bloodthirsty machine and a slave to war. Only by learning to control with our will and rationally use our talent to violently, can we become a true strong man and a qualified leader."

Garrosh still clearly remembered that at that time, his father's face was extremely calm, and his clear eyes were cleaner than the moon well of the elves. That was, after a bloody and cruel battle, Grom, as the leader of the clan, killed at least a thousand enemies!

"Reasonable violent, use your will to control your strength!"

In the central tent, Garoche suddenly opened his eyes and said.

Beside him, Jolin Death Eye, who was an adjutant, was not surprised and touched the warlock in his hand indifferently, not knowing what he was thinking.

Perhaps because of Garrosh's majesty, the entire Galado stronghold was always shrouded in a layer of dull pressure. Especially in the big tent, the inexplicable depression was enough to make any lively guy subconsciously stern face.

The ripples of the air ripples like water waves.

Garroche looked coldly at the sudden fluctuation of space in front of him, but did not call for the guard. And Qiao Lin beside him did not show any surprise, but narrowed his eyes slightly...

A faint white figure slowly appeared with a wave of war coming towards him...

"Matheridon! Submit, or destroy!"

The silver-white moon shrouded a mountain-sized abyss demon. Under the familiar divine power of the moon, Matheridon trembled and stood up with difficulty!

"No! Who are you? What is your relationship with that ** of Elun! The great Matheridon will not surrender! The power of the abyss will completely destroy you!!!"

In the huge temple, the demon who was completely suppressed suddenly broke free from the control of divine power! The moonlight that should have been invisible seemed to have turned into a tangible shackle at this time, and Matheridon broke the shackle!

call!

The violent wind, accompanied by the roar of objects breaking through the air, saw Matheridon throwing the spear tightly in his hand towards the air, somewhere where energy fluctuates!

Boom!

There was a loud thunder, and the whistling spear fell directly by the impact, and it was inserted back to the side of the demon of the abyss.

Instead of not feeling any fear of loss, this violent demon directly put his claws on the handle of the spear, waved his four giant legs, and rushed towards the great existence that was obviously hard to defeat!

"I am the 278th floor of the abyss demon lord - Matheriton!!!"

He roared and summoned the slogans that had once made countless enemies frightened. Matheridon, who launched the charge, shook the temple and trembled. The remaining priests knelt on their knees outside the temple to pray, but the unfortunate ones were smashed into their heads by falling soil and rocks.
To be continued...