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Chapter 1255 The storm is surging (I sleep every day in this hot weather)

“Holy light, what happened?”

Lord Maxwell poked his head out of the chapel and looked around with a solemn expression. As a member of the Argent Dawn, Duke Selenhof has been dedicated to fighting the undead Scourge. The Argent Dawn built a chapel in this cursed Eastern Plagueland as a frontline fortress against the undead scourge.

 For the paladins of the Argent Dawn, this is an arduous and long task...as it should be.

 But now, what does he see?

Lord Maxwell stared blankly at the scenery in front of him, unable to believe his eyes. He has been at the Holy Light's Hope Chapel for a long time and is very familiar with this land. In his memory, the Eastern Plaguelands were a land that was cursed and corrupted, full of corruption and stench.

 But now, what he saw before his eyes was more like a melting pot. Everything here seems to be destroyed by flames, and everything in sight is burning.

"What exactly is going on?"

Crusader Commander Eligor and Scarlet Commander Marlan also appeared at the door of Holy Light's Hope Chapel in surprise, frowning at this scene.

 “Is this some kind of attack?”

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

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

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

 Is this all caused by those golden beams? If this is the case, then even Holy Light's Hope Chapel may not be able to withstand this blow.

 “What should we do now?”

 “Don’t be impulsive.”

 As the commander here, Lord Maxwell still behaves very calmly on the surface.

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

However, before Lord Maxwell could finish speaking, a thief suddenly lay down on the ground with his ears to the ground. After a moment, he hurriedly looked at Lord Maxwell.

 “My lord! Something is approaching! There are many 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 Holy Light’s Hope Chapel was also preparing for battle, staring at the surroundings with vigilance. And 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 dark, huge tanks were slowly driving towards this side, and around these tanks were tall warriors holding strange weapons.

 “Is that a tank...a reinforcement from Stormwind?”

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

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

Commander Eligor turned his head to look again, and then he immediately saw the skull patterns displayed on the surface of the tank and the tall soldiers wearing heavy armor, and his eyes suddenly shrank.

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

 “I don’t know. In short, it’s very possible that the person who came here is evil.”

Looking at the army in front of him, Lord Maxwell was equally nervous, but he still stared at the opponent - the Holy Light's Hope Chapel was next to the road, and it was impossible to lose sight of it. Now he can't even lift the barrier to evacuate others, because the entire Eastern Plaguelands is still shrouded in flames at this moment. If it hadn't been for the Holy Light's Hope Chapel raising the barrier in time, even if he hadn't died in the horrific bombing just now, he would have died. Will die here due to high temperature and lack of oxygen.

 So now, they can only hold on here.

At this moment, the army on the opposite side also discovered the Holy Light's Hope Chapel and this group of warriors who were waiting. However, to Lord Maxwell's surprise, this group of people didn't even look at them. He turned around and continued walking forward, not even bothering to say hello, as if they didn't exist at all.

It wasn't until the figures of this group of people disappeared at the end of the road that Lord Maxwell put down his weapons. The others also breathed a long sigh of relief. Although the other party didn't say a word, their tall figures and terrifying equipment were incomparable. This brought heavy pressure to everyone in the Holy Light's Hope Chapel.

 “What exactly are they going to do?”

“I don’t know either, but at least they don’t seem to be hostile to us.”

"That's not what I meant." Commander Eligor stretched out his hand in confusion and pointed in the direction of the other party.

“I want to say that the place they are going to is—isn’t it Stratholme?”

"…………Um?"

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

yes!

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

This group of people is heading for Stratholme!

 What exactly do they want to do?

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

“I didn’t expect that the planet itself is not big, but there are quite a few alien races.”

Duanmu Huai returned to the battleship, once again observed the planet in front of him, and compared it with the map he captured from the Dark City, he couldn't help but sigh.

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

 The ecological environment here is quite complex.

From Duanmuhuai's perspective, the situation on this planet is a bit similar to a miniature version of the Galactic Republic, where all major races share a 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, others die, it's that simple.

Like orcs, trolls, tauren, etc., naturally you can't expect to survive.

However, Duanmu Huai still did not take action immediately as always. He was still waiting to see if the human forces here would choose to contact him. Then he would see if there would be a Palpatine or Count Dooku... and then that would be fine. Too much to do.

Duanmuhuai didn’t know that at the same time, a fierce 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 let out an angry roar. She is the ruler of the Undercity and the leader of the Forgotten - Sylvanas.

 In fact, Duanmuhuai did not know that when he ordered the attack on the Forsaken, Sylvanas was not in the Undercity because of something else, so she escaped. But in fact, after realizing that her territory was under attack, Sylvanas wanted to go back to resist. As a result, as soon as she returned to Tirisfal Glades, she watched endless artillery fire falling from the sky, directly killing her. A big hole was blown out of his own dark city.

So Sylvanas chose to run away without hesitation.

　　At this time, rushing forward would simply lead to death. She is not stupid!

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

 After all, the Forsaken are also members of the tribe. We are in trouble now. Don’t you want to help? Do you mean it?

 “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 is also aware of the strength of the Forsaken and Sylvanas. Being able to make Sylvanas escape upon hearing the news, and even catch all the Forgotten Ones in one fell swoop... Is there really such a power in this world?

 “Are you sure it’s not the alliance?”

“Of course, the alliance alone cannot defeat me.”

 “What about the dragon?”

"I didn't see the dragon, and the dragons never interfere in mortal affairs. I didn't provoke them. Why did they come to deal with me?"

In fact, even Sylvanas herself didn't know where the force that demolished her hometown came from. After all, in order to avoid being discovered, after discovering that her Undercity was directly bombed, she acted decisively and She quickly chose to escape. After all, she also had an intuition that if she didn't run now, she would never be able to run away again.

 “I understand, Lady Sylvanas.”

Saar was silent for a moment, and then made a decision.

"I will send people to Tirisfal Glades secretly to check the situation there. At least we have to find out what kind of mysterious force appears there, and then we can find a solution."

Although I don’t know what the situation is, when the other party takes action against the Forgotten, I can’t be sure whether that force is targeting the Forgotten or the tribe. If it's the former, it's easier to say, but if it's the latter, it's a bit more difficult.

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