Name: Crown of the Rose of Glory

Rank: 2nd Intermediate (Yahweh Hallows)

Ability:

1. Dependents of Yahweh's Light. The believers of the Holy Grace Light to which they belong, no matter what level of the Holy Light power they were in before wearing it, will be instantly promoted to the second-order lower level Legendary Divine Light User; If the wielder is a second-order junior, the Holy Light will be increased by one rank. (For example, if the holder is a second-order lower position, after wearing the holy weapon, it will be promoted to the second-order intermediate position, and the second-order upper position will be capped.) ）

2. The earthly walker of God Yahweh. The believers of the Holy Yahweh Light to which they belong will be the Holy Light Cross Pope chosen by Yahweh, and will be blessed with the position of the wise angel and carry out the will of Yahweh in all generations.

3. The right hand of God. Believers in the light of the Holy Majesty to which they belong can rely on this artifact to summon the projection of God's right hand.

Idiosyncrasy:

1. It can grow, with the washing of Yahweh's faith, after a long time, the holy weapon can continue to grow.

2. Holy Cross Set, when the holder has two other holy weapons incarnated by the Holy Cross at the same time, Ability 3 will automatically change to "God Incarnation", and the incarnation of God can be summoned to the world.

Redemption prerequisites:

1. The exchange value of Yawei Holy Light users will be halved.

2. Demon Faith, Abyss Faith, and Negative Energy users have doubled their exchange value.

Basic Exchange Value:

Causal point -d*1

Faith points - 120,000

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"Ancient storms and thunder!"

In the eternal night sky, the dark clouds formed conspicuous whirlpools, and the sound of howling winds and thunder resounded throughout the land.

"Listen to my call!"

"Give your power to the Descendants of the Two-Headed!"

A middle-aged, sturdy shaman sings aloud on a huge altar made of runestone, according to the ancient "Hanging Hammer Ritual".

Huge amounts of lightning and storms were generated in the sky above the huge altar of the building carved with mysterious runes, and under the control of the mysterious prayer power, they turned into cyan storms and blue thunder, and fiercely shot towards the bodies of thousands of two-headed ogres crawling around the altar.

"Whew!" "Whew!" "Whew!"

Amidst the wild shouts of these ancient and tall savage creatures, the magical power of thunder and storm surged through the veins of each of them, and after just a few minutes, according to their individual qualities, they began to possess the powerful spell-casting abilities of thunder and storm warlocks.

Not far from the Tempest Altar, Orgrim Hammerhammer, the Horde's second Grand Dragon, led his guards to look with satisfaction at a powerful two-headed ogre bloodline warlock in front of him.

"Well done, Shaman Caldodan."

Beside him, an old shaman stood respectfully beside him, half-bent over.

"You are worthy of being the most knowledgeable elder among the shamans of our clan."

"Even without the help of Gul'dan, the evil warlock, our tribe still has this powerful spellcaster power."

As he said this, Orgrim turned his head to Shaman Caldodan and continued in a solemn tone.

"During the Battle of the Hills of Hillsbrad, you summoned the Death Knight with the power of death that Gul'dan taught before he set out on his expedition."

"Although the combat power of those undead is very strong, after all, this is blasphemy against the dead, and it is too heavily restrained by the divine power, and most of the high-ranking and ordinary warriors of our tribe do not agree with this power."

"The red dragons enslaved by the Dragon Roar Clan, after all, are the former guardians of this world, they are not worthy of our trust, and the tribe cannot completely rely on their combat power!"

Compared to the corrupted world of their home world, the evil magicians led by the cunning Gul'dan, although they used their death power and the intelligence support of enslaving the red dragon, did bring unimaginable help to the tribe at the moment, so that in the Hillsbrad Hills War, the tribe easily repelled the alliance's army, and gained a huge strategic advantage.

But Orgrim didn't want the world to fall into the same tragic fate as their hometown again, where they overused their evil powers, and after using their evil powers, everything withered away.

The Great Chief was still more willing to support the orc's traditional spell-casting profession "Shaman", and after a short thought, the Great Chieftain opened his mouth and promised.

"After the victory of the tribe, I will carve out a fertile land to fully support the development of the tribal shamanic caster profession!"

"Do a good job, and I will recommend you when the war is over."

"Become the leader of the shaman!"

When the old shaman Caldodan heard Orgrim's promise, he didn't care about the dignity of his fellow Silver Chieftain, and prostrated himself at Orgrim's feet with a happy face.

"Thank you for your boon, Great Great Chief!"

At this moment, no one saw the old shaman's eyes that lowered his head and flashed with dark green evil energy.

"Great Great Chieftain."

"The cowardly human kingdom of Alterac has agreed to the conditions of my tribe's emissaries, and they have fully opened the passage of the border mountain range."

At this time, an orc thief, galloping from the orc camp not far away, said respectfully after kneeling down in front of Orgrim and saluting.

"The army of the Wild Spear Clan has already occupied various key roads in the future, and according to your previous orders, we have not attacked their cities for the time being."

"Also, Lord Zulkin, I am waiting for you in the command camp."

"He and his troll clan hope that our great tribe will give priority to attacking Silvermoon City in Quel'Thalas."

Hearing the report of his subordinates, the current head of the tribe nodded to the creeping old shaman next to him.

Turning around, he walked towards the tribe's camp, the tribe's orcs had successfully landed, and whether to attack the humans or those pointy ears next still needed to be decided by him and the other high-ranking members of the tribe's army······

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At the same time that the tribe has obtained a group of strong two-headed ogre spellcasters, it has once again strengthened its strength.

In the huge field tent of the Alliance Army, Lothar and a group of high-ranking members of the Alliance are also discussing how to strengthen the combat power of the Alliance Army at this moment.

A Hero-Rank Archmage with a magical glint in his eyes and dressed in Dalaran's ornate mage robes was the first to stand up, salute Lothar, and speak.

"Commander Anduin Lothar, respected Alliance generals, our previous test was very effective, and the Red Dragon did not appear in the Hillsbrad Hills War."

"It is no accident that in previous naval battles, the Red Dragon did not take the initiative to attack our crew who fell into the water."

Although the archmage's voice was not high, under the effect of the sound transmission spell, everyone present could clearly hear his unique magnetic voice.

"The Red Dragon, in Dalaran's account, is the guardian of the entire world of Azeroth."

"We initially believe that it should be the despicable tribes who have used some dishonorable means to completely control and drive the guardians of our world."

Standing in the middle of the rows of heavily armed warriors, thieves, and mages, Lothar looked a little tired as she took off her helmet.

Hearing the words of the archmage at this time made his tired expression perish, and he said in a relaxed tone.

"Dalaran's information made me and everyone present breathe a sigh of relief."

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for the good news."

Lothar's words were correct, after hearing the information of the archmage, the faces of everyone in the field command camp were gloomy, but they naturally looked much more relaxed.

You must know that among the hundreds of red dragons enslaved by the orcs, almost every adult red dragon can at least be compared to the Silver Hero Rank, the most powerful professional at the pinnacle, and a few of them are more powerful, according to the information of the surviving professional of that naval battle, they may even have the Golden Legend Rank, a terrifying force that the current alliance cannot resist at all.

If this power is really completely controlled by the orcs, then everyone should simply stop fighting and go home and wait for death!

After many of the top echelons of the Alliance army breathed a sigh of relief, Lothar immediately looked at the priest on his right, who was bald, but whose body was surging with a powerful supreme holy light that surpassed everyone in the tent, and said.

"Also, Honorable Archbishop Alonsos Fao."

"The Knights of the Silver Hand is the only bright spot of our Alliance Army in the last war."

In the Hillsbrad Hills War, if it weren't for the help of the Knights of the Silver Hand and the glittering paladins, the Alliance army he led would not have been repelled by the Horde, but directly defeated.

"I will allocate a third of Lorendan's supplies to reinforce us this time, and use it to support you in all efforts to expand the number of paladins."

As the strongest person on the bright side of the human world after Medivan's death, Archbishop Alonthos Fao, a primordial light believer with the Golden Legend Rank, said peacefully to the Alliance Commander.

"It's a pleasure to have your approval, Your Excellency Anduin."

"Rest assured, I fully support any initiative to expand the power of the Light."

Receiving an affirmative reply from this powerful user of the Light, Anduin Lothar breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and during the Hillsbrad Hills War, this terrifying powerhouse had almost single-handedly dragged down two-thirds of the Horde's necromantic legions and thousands of low-level lichs' legion-level necromancy, leaving him impressed.

If it weren't for the primordial Light Pure Priest Profession, whose lethality to normal orc warriors was too weak, far less restrained than when they were against the undead and negative energy spells, this war would probably have been changed by the archbishop's direct decapitation tactics.

"Very well, let's move on to ······"

He nodded, continuing to steer the discussion on the next topic of the meeting.

But at this time, a lower-level mage of the official rank who was in charge of the magic transmission of the alliance army opened the door on the side of the tent and walked briskly towards the meeting place where the alliance's high-ranking leaders gathered in the door.

"What happened?"

Standing at the end of the meeting in the tent, a row of mid-level officers from the Stormwind Kingdom, who had experienced the death of his mentor and escaped the curse of aging that should have been, and who was stronger and more resolute than in the past in the war experience, and was also more resolute in the war experience, noticed the arrival of his colleagues, and stepped forward in a low-key manner and asked softly.

Before Medivan could do evil, he was secretly eradicated by his good friends, so that Khadgar did not bear the huge negative reputation of the rebels in the original history.

As a mage who followed the Alliance Commander from the fallen region of the Stormwind Kingdom, a disciple of the former Guardian Medivan, and a new mage of the Alliance Army, Khadgar, can be said to be one of the most familiar commanders of the Alliance Army at present.

Seeing Khadgar's arrival, the junior mage's eyes lit up.

"You've just arrived, Khadgar, this is a spell letter from the fallen region of the Stormwind Kingdom, and it uses spatial spells that are the personal frequencies of the Anduin Warlord family, and it has powerful light energy on it, signed by Karen Lothar."

The mage, who had never heard of the existence of his own commander and had no descendants, and who was not sure of his mind when he received this letter, hurriedly took out the envelope filled with powerful divine power in his pocket and handed it to Khadgar.

"As far as I know, Lord Commander doesn't have a relative named Karen, please help me verify some authenticity, the sacred barrier above is too complicated for me to open."

What the?

Khadgar was shocked to hear Cullen's name come out of the mage's mouth, and after a moment, he barely suppressed the surprise in his heart and took the letter from the mage's hand.

He skillfully stimulated the upper right corner of the envelope with his magic power, and the familiar fluctuations of the Holy Power of Judgment, coupled with the handwriting of the envelope's signature, allowed Khadgar to quickly confirm the authenticity of the letter.

"This is indeed a personal letter from the Commander-in-Chief."

Khadgar maintained a serious expression on his face and nodded at the mage.

"Go down to work, I'll hand this letter to the commander in person."

"Yes, Khadgar."

The junior mage didn't ask much questions, saluted Khadgar, and left the tent.

Khadgar, who turned around, walked towards the meeting casually, and secretly used his magic to draw a small cross in the upper right corner of the envelope.

Fortunately, the method of sealing this letter was still familiar to him, and the "Holy Cross" letter barrier that Cullen used most often when he was with him in the Battle of Karl Road back then, which allowed him to easily remove the spell blockade on this letter.

Pressed by the excitement of knowing his friend's current state at once, he walked briskly towards the center of the meeting, where Anduin Lothar stood.

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In the sky, the moonlight representing Eluni was obscured by heavy clouds, plunging the whole world into darkness.

On the ground, in the tent camp of the Alliance Army, which stretched for hundreds of miles, the dim yellow light of the yellow flames on the torches swayed back and forth in the military camp of nearly 3.6 million troops in the patrol of a pair of soldiers.

A man in gray leather armor, a rare assassin professional among the nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom, and the current captain of the Third Scout Wing of the Alliance Army, opened the curtain of the private tent of the commander of the Alliance Army and walked inside.

He had just received an order from Commander Anduin to assemble and came here urgently.

"Viscount Auckland, we'll be waiting for you."

A colonel of the Alliance Army, Baron Kurtz, who was also a rare official rank senior warrior among the fleeing nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom, stood up and pulled the chair next to him, motioning for Viscount Auckland to sit down.

The bright magic lamp illuminated the commander's tent, and after Viscount Auckland sat down unceremoniously, he looked around, and there were seven or eight familiar faces, all of whom were the most loyal members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, led by Anduin Lothar, the commander of the Alliance, and Ryan Wryon, the deceased king of the Stormwind Kingdom.

"What, is it our Iron Horse Brotherhood party today?"

"I don't know, Commander Anduin hasn't come here yet, how are you doing? Killed a few green-skinned thieves? ”

Anduin Lothar had not yet appeared on the main seat, and Baron Kurz did not know why their commander-in-chief had summoned them in the middle of the night.

"Not bad, two days ago, we destroyed half a wing of tribal thieves."

Viscount Auckland habitually took out a sharp dagger in his left hand and played with it at his fingertips.

The arduous escape and the tragic war made this young nobleman, who was not yet 30 years old, no longer see the elegant temperament he once had, and now he was covered with a cold chill.

Hearing his friend's words, he responded in a low voice with murderous intent.

"Those greenskins are indeed more powerful than us in frontal combat, but their thieves and assassins are not much stronger than us."

Although after the Battle of the Hillsbrad Hills, the Alliance army did not take the initiative to confront the Horde army, but in the vast land around the Hillsbrad Hills, the elite scout troops of the Alliance and the Horde are still fighting fiercely all the time.

At this time, the voice of the guards at the door of the tent came.

"Lord Anduin Lothar has arrived!"

Immediately afterwards, the Supreme Commander of the Union Army opened the curtain of the camp and walked in.

Matos, a former lieutenant of Lothar and now a lieutenant general of the Alliance Army, who was promoted to Earl for his exploits, and Guardian disciple, the mage Cade stepped up to follow behind Lothar.

"Brush!" "Brush!" "Brush!"

Everyone habitually put their heels close together and stood up and saluted Lothar.

"Everyone, sit down!"

The alliance commander with a complicated face came to the main seat tiredly and waved his hand, signaling the nearly ten of his true cronies and subordinates in front of him not to be restrained, and went directly to the point.

"This is a message from the occupied areas, signed by my son, Karen Lothar."

"Let's show everyone else!"

Hearing the commander's tired words, Khadgar, standing behind Lothar, handed a letter with the remaining divine power to the people seated.

"This, how is this possible!"

There wasn't much text on the letter, and the first person who got the letter read it in a very short time, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he reacted and handed the letter to the next person.

"The descendants of the Elder have led a group of untouchables to repel the orcs who stayed behind."

"Oh, Holy Light, that's amazing to me!"

"No way, they have subdued the area where the kingdom has fallen."

"Why? Why form a new kingdom? ”

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After everyone learned the earth-shattering news of the letter, incredible eyes and a series of exclamations rang out in the tent.

It's amazing!

Even Orgrim, the great chief of the tribe, led nearly 500 tribal elites across the sea, but according to their intelligence, there were still at least more than 10 million orc troops in the area where the Dark Gate and the Stormwind Kingdom had fallen.

Although most of those armies were orc laborers, the huge number and dozens of hero-level chieftain-level strongmen left behind made this force still a terrifying military force on the Eastern Kingdom continent, second only to the main force of the tribe and the alliance army.

But in this letter, Karen, the son of Anduin Lothar, led the untouchables who had been abandoned by them, defeated the tribal defenders who had left the city and fled in disarray, and even sealed the dark gate that brought disaster and suffering.

If it weren't for the information they personally obtained from their commander, these elite members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood would definitely think that this was a low-grade and stupid hoax by some swindler.

After a long while, the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood couldn't hold back the shocking exclamations in their hearts before Lothar spoke again in a low voice.

"I'm as surprised as you are that Karen was able to defeat the greenskins of those tribes."

O Holy Arathas Empire! Dear Karen, you've got a great name. Lothar sighed weakly in her heart and continued.

"As you have seen, Cullen is in the letter, asking me to communicate with the Alliance, inform several other human kingdoms, and send emissaries to his coronation."

The elites of the Iron Horse Brotherhood in front of them heard this, you look at me, I look at you, and they all know from each other's eyes.

At this moment, the entire human world will be turned upside down······