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Chapter 1255: Stormy Weather (This is so hot that I sleep every day)

"Holy Light, what happened?"

Lord Maxwell poked his head out of the chapel and looked around solemnly. As a member of the Silver Dawn, Duke Serenhoff has been committed to fighting the undead Scourge. The Silver Dawn built a chapel in this cursed Eastern Plagueland as a frontline fortress against the Scourge.

For the Paladins of the Silver Dawn, this is an arduous and long task...or so it should have been.

  But now, what did he see?

Lord Maxwell stared blankly at the scenery in front of him, and could not believe his eyes. He had been in Light's Hope Chapel for a long time and was very familiar with this land. In his memory, the Eastern Plaguelands was a cursed and corrupted land full of corruption and stench.

But now, what he saw before his eyes was more like a furnace. Everything here seemed to be destroyed by flames, and everything he saw was burning.

"What exactly is going on?"

The Crusader Commander Eligor and the Scarlet Commander Mallan also appeared at the door of the Light's Hope Chapel in confusion, watching the scene with frowns.

"Is this some kind of attack?"

"I don't think so. No matter what kind of attack it is, it is impossible to cover the entire plague area. Maybe it is a natural disaster..."

After all, everyone had just seen the golden light that fell from the sky, shining like a meteor. To be honest, the only thing they could do at that time was to gather everyone in the Holy Light's Wish Chapel and then open the barrier. Fortunately, those golden beams did not attack the chapel, otherwise... I'm afraid they would not be able to escape.

Looking at the land in front of him, Lord Maxwell's expression was a little gloomy. He remembered that there was a hill not far ahead, but now, it had turned into a huge pit.

Could it be that all of this was caused by those golden beams? If so, then even Light's Hope Chapel would not be able to withstand this attack.

"What do we do now?"

"Don't be impulsive."

As the commander here, Lord Maxwell appeared to be very calm and composed.

"At least we are safe here now, but it's different outside. Everyone, be prepared. In any case, this abnormal situation is obvious..."

However, before Lord Maxwell could finish his words, a thief suddenly lay on the ground with his ear to the ground, and after a moment he looked hurriedly at Lord Maxwell.

"My Lord! Something is approaching! There are a lot of them!"

"what?"

Hearing this, Lord Maxwell immediately tightened his grip on the weapon at hand.

"Everyone, get ready for battle!"

Following Lord Maxwell's order, everyone in the Light's Hope Chapel prepared for battle and looked around vigilantly. Soon, everyone felt that the ground was shaking slightly, which made Lord Maxwell even more nervous.

Soon, they saw it.

On the other side of the road, several huge black tanks were slowly driving towards this side, and around these tanks were tall soldiers holding strange weapons.

"Is that a tank... a reinforcement from Stormwind?"

Commander Erigor asked doubtfully, but Lord Maxwell shook his head.

"No, this doesn't look like Stormwind's technology, and I can't figure out how Stormwind could transport such a large tank here. Also, look at the badge on the other side..."

Commander Eligor turned his head again, and immediately saw the skull patterns on the surface of the tanks and on the tall, heavily armored soldiers. His eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Is it the Undercity? Is Sylvanas going to attack us?"

"I don't know. Anyway, it's very likely that he has bad intentions."

Lord Maxwell was also nervous as he looked at the army in front of him, but he still stared at them intently—the Light's Hope Chapel was right next to the road, and he couldn't help but see it. Now he couldn't even remove the barrier to evacuate others, because the entire Eastern Plaguelands was still shrouded in flames. If it weren't for the Light's Hope Chapel raising the barrier in time, even if they didn't die in the horrible bombing just now, they would have died here due to the high temperature and lack of oxygen.

So now, they can only hold on here.

At this moment, the opposing army also discovered Light's Hope Chapel and the group of soldiers who were ready for battle. However, to the surprise of Commander Maxwell, this group of people did not even look at them. They turned around and continued to move forward, not even bothering to say hello, as if they did not exist at all.

"call…………………"

Lord Maxwell laid down his weapons only when the group of people disappeared at the end of the road. The others also breathed a sigh of relief. Although the other party did not say a word, their tall figures and terrifying equipment brought heavy pressure to everyone in Light's Hope Chapel.

"What on earth are they going to do?"

"I don't know either, but at least it seems that they have no hostility towards us."

"That's not what I meant." Commander Erigor stretched out his hand in confusion, pointing in the direction where the other party was going away.

"I mean, isn't that where they're going to be—Stratholme?"

"…………………Um?"

Hearing this, Lord Maxwell was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

Yup!

At the end of this road is Stratholme, the cursed city of the undead!

This group of people is heading for Stratholme!

  What do they want to do?

For the Tribunal, there is naturally only one thing they have to do.

"I didn't expect that this planet itself is not that big, but there are quite a few alien races."

Duanmu Huai returned to the warship and observed the planet in front of him again. Comparing it with the map he had seized from the Undercity, he couldn't help but sigh.

According to the records on this map, there are quite a lot of alien races on this planet. In addition to the undead creatures that are being dealt with by the Inquisition, there is also a race called trolls in the Hinterlands, dragonmen in the Burning Plains, ogres in Stranglethorn Vale, orcs in Orgrimmar, tauren in Mulgore, centaurs in Thousand Needles, etc. ... Not to mention things like murlocs...

The ecological environment of this place is quite complicated.

In Duanmu Huai's opinion, the situation on this planet is a bit like a miniature version of the Galactic Republic, where all major races share one territory and can live in peace with each other and maintain a certain degree of harmonious relations.

Of course, none of this matters to the Inquisition; humans live and others die, it's that simple.

As for orcs, trolls, tauren and the like, don't expect to survive.

However, Duanmu Huai still did not take action immediately as usual. He was still waiting to see whether the human forces here would choose to contact him. Then he would see if a Palpatine or Count Dooku would appear among them... then things would be much easier.

Duanmu Huai didn't know that at the same time, a heated debate was breaking out in Orgrimmar on the continent of Kalimdor.

"They killed my people and destroyed my country. I must take revenge!"

Standing in the hall of Orgrimmar, a woman with livid skin and pale hair roared angrily. She was the ruler of Undercity and the leader of the Forsaken—Sylvanas.

In fact, Duanmu Huai didn't know that when he ordered the attack on the Forsaken, Sylvanas was not in the Undercity because she had something else to do, so she escaped. But in fact, after realizing that her territory was attacked, Sylvanas wanted to go back to resist. As a result, she just returned to Tirisfal Glades and watched endless artillery fire falling from the sky, directly blowing a big hole in her Undercity.

So Sylvanas chose without hesitation to escape.

Rushing forward at this time would simply be suicide, and she is not stupid!

After escaping from her own territory, Sylvanas thought about it and finally decided to ask for help from her allies.

  After all, the Forsaken are also members of the tribe. We are in trouble now. Won’t you give us a hand?

"It really surprised me."

Facing the angry Sylvanas, Thrall, the orc leader sitting on the throne, also showed a surprised expression. To be honest, Thrall was also aware of the strength of the Forsaken and Sylvanas. Being able to make Sylvanas flee upon hearing the news, and even annihilate the Forsaken in one fell swoop... Is there really such a force in this world?

"Are you sure it's not the Alliance?"

"Of course, it's impossible for the alliance to defeat me."

"And what about the dragon?"

"I didn't see any dragons, and dragons never interfere in mortal affairs. I didn't provoke them, so why would they come to attack me?"

In fact, even Sylvanas herself couldn't figure out where the force that demolished her hometown came from. After all, in order to avoid being discovered, after discovering that her Undercity was bombed to pieces, she decisively and quickly chose to flee. After all, she had a hunch that if she didn't run now, she would never be able to escape again.

"I understand, Lady Sylvanas."

Thrall was silent for a moment, then made a decision.

"I will send someone to Tirisfal Glades secretly to check the situation there. At least we need to figure out what kind of existence this mysterious force that appeared there is, and then think of a solution."

Although I don't know what the situation is, but when the other party attacks the Forsaken, I can't be sure whether that force is targeting the Forsaken or the tribe. If it's the former, it's easier to deal with, but if it's the latter, it's a bit tricky.

Just as Thrall gave the order, the entire planet gradually became turbulent because of the sudden appearance of the Inquisition.