?“ The term "Holy War" is as numerous as the stars in the sky in the near-eternal historical records of the Holy Light Cross Cult.

Before I broke through to the Bronze Rank (First Order), I learned from one of my Crusader Fishman clerical friends, Fitz, that in the early history of the Holy Light Cross Church, the three most legendary holy wars were undoubtedly the "Azeroth Unification Holy War", "Dark Titan Destruction Holy War", and "Void Lord Honkai Holy War".

Unlike the "Dark Titan Destruction Holy War" and the "Void Lord Honkai Holy War", religious historians who are keen to study the history of the Holy Light Cross Cult have always debated the timing of the "First Holy War", that is, the "Holy War of the Unification of Azeroth".

Some say that it was the day St. Karen Lothar proclaimed the establishment of the Holy Arathi Empire on the ruins of Stormwind; It is also said that it was the day when St. Paul, the second pope of the Holy Cross Church, announced the abolition of the faith in Eluni.

However, I, the 72nd Dean of the House of Hallworth Gryffindor in the Holy Land of High Magic, the great and wise Archmage Harry Potter, believe that the beginning of the Holy War of Unification in Azeroth was the time when the second race of Azeroth, the Shallow Sea Fishmen, began the War of Unification of the Race.

Speaking of which, the fish-men at that time were not as cute as the Fills priest who is now known as the Tidal Sea Spirit, and I heard that the ancestors of the modern fish-people, those shallow sea fish-men at that time, all had sharp teeth and sharp fins on their backs······

—Excerpt from the year 6384 in the Imperial Calendar

Slytherin House Newspaper, 2nd Edition "The Archmage You Didn't Know"

"Father in heaven, Yahweh, the Most High and One God, Thy power is eternal and great, and Thy mercy is magnificent and magnanimous."

A Fish-Man Glory Priest, dressed in a white mutant and robe, wearing the oak coat of arms of the Holy Cross, far stronger and taller than his counterparts kneeling behind him, reverently drew a cross on his chest, and prayed in the near-standard human lingua franca of Azeroth, blessed by the Holy Power.

"Thy pious seed, bless under thy glorious and holy wings."

Completely different from the impression in the minds of adventurers who have seen fishmen in the eastern continent, these praying fishmen are not at all as wild and naked as their compatriots in other parts of the eastern continent, but each fish-man wears a special kelp, woven into leather armor, and in the crystal eyes of those pairs of fishes, there is no tyranny and barbarism that should exist, only the peace and calm of sincere prayer.

Not far away, there are underwater huts made of standard submarine rock bricks, which form a fish-man town that is very eye-catching. Interspersed with straight and neat streets, even the artistic decorations made of large and small seashells on the roadside, and the stone carvings of crosses that are ubiquitous in the town······ It looks like a civilized town with a strong religious atmosphere, and it is impossible to see that this race was still a primitive image comparable to the mountaintop cave people in the Messiah's previous life ten years ago.

"Look to the cross, Thou art the way of our salvation, the truth of the world, the only true God······"

In front of the Fishman Priest and nearly a thousand Yahweh Holy Cross believers behind him, in the center of a rock altar covering an area of nearly 10 square meters with a Seraphim pattern, a cross made of deep sea wood with white shells glued to the outside, began to flash with pale golden holy light from weak to strong with the prayers of the Fishman Priest and nearly 1,000 believers.

This ritual in an offshore trench not far from Dagger Ridge in the Western Wilderness, located in the southernmost part of the Eastern Kingdom Continent, finally reached its climax as the prayers of the believers led by the Fishman priest gradually increased.

Thanks to the relatively relaxed rules of space within the planet Azeroth, after reaching a certain level of faith through the Crucifixion of the Crucifixion Fishmen gathered through the priest and the altar, the cross in the center of the altar suddenly flashed with a dazzling pure golden glorious holy light.

Accompanied by the illumination of the holy light, these invisible and mysterious forces of faith poured into the center of the altar, the heart of the cross, like the return of the swallow to the nest of the milky swallow.

Then, directly in front of the altar, an oval door of the Holy Power Space that was five people wide and two people high suddenly opened.

"Sons of Yahweh, my countrymen."

Pastor Glory of the Fishman turned around and stood up, facing the thousands of believers who were crawling on the ground, and simply straightened the priest's robe with the fins on his arm, and said loudly in the aquarium language that could be naturally spread under the sea.

"Do you remember ten years ago?"

"At that time, the cruel shamans and ignorant heretical beliefs suppressed the wisdom of our race, and the fish-man civilization was blinded by the dark forces for countless years."

"Compatriots, do you remember? At that time, I lived in a low, simple rock cave, living a life of poverty, hunger and even barbarism. ”

"And now, in the glory of Yahweh the Father, we have regained the true wisdom of the ancients, and we have re-established civilization at the bottom of the sea."

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"Thankfully, in the glory of Yahweh, we have the town of Katos, the town of Darventus······ By the time the 12 fish-man towns have regained their civilization, we have overcome the ignorance and barbarism of the past. ”

"But are we satisfied now? No! ”

"There are many more, a hundred times more than us, a thousand times more than our countrymen, who still live the wild life that we abandoned in the past, who do not believe in Yahweh, who worship the heretical faith as we used to be."

"Sons of Yahweh, in this world, Yahweh is the only true God."

"As faithful followers of the true God of Yahweh, freed from the savages, we have the ability and the duty to destroy the evil shamanic heresies."

"Let the glory of Yahweh shine on the entire fish-man race."

"Yahweh is above, long live the holy war!"

As the fish-man priest spoke, his big face full of blue scales grew into undisguised fanaticism.

Encouraged by a different kind of bittersweet memories and passionate chicken soup for the soul, almost all the fishmen present raised their weapons that were placed flat in front of them during prayer, and shouted three times with the same fanatical face!

"Yahweh is above, long live the holy war!"

"Yahweh is above, long live the holy war!"

"Yahweh is above, long live the holy war!"

Then lined up in a neat line, the majestic and high-spirited follower Fishman Priest stepped through the door of space, and on the other side of the door, the holy army of the other eleven fish-man towns had already gathered, just waiting for the Crucifixion Templar troops with the information of the forces in the surrounding seas to give an order, and then set off for their respective target addresses······

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"Damn! What's really going on here? ”

With a loud sound of eagle cries and wings flapping, Lothar lifted Khadgar, and before the griffin could officially land, he couldn't wait to jump down in mid-air more than ten meters above the ground.

"The family of Count Morke, the family of Viscount Zulde, the family of Viscount Morakot, ······"

Look at the battle banner of the lord's family coat of arms shattered everywhere on the ground, full of ashes and dust; Hundreds of streets were scattered in front of the ruins of the seats, and the noble coat of arms remained on the chest of the hateful-looking charred corpse. Commander Lothar muttered in a low voice, and his face became more and more ugly.

The almost scorched smell of corpses in the air, the shattered lord's battle banners all over the ground, Commander Lothar already knew in his heart why the entire kingdom's newly opened territories in the Windward Trail and the Dawn Twilight Forest, with nearly a thousand kingdom nobles with the power of extraordinary professionals, could be destroyed by the orcs silently and without resistance.

The most elite and most powerful force in those kingdom pioneer realms has fallen here, at the door of the mage who should have guarded the kingdom!

It was only a moment later that the commander recovered from the tragic scene before him.

"May you be safe, my friend!"

Raising his head, Lothar looked at the towering building in front of him, a huge mage tower that reached into the sky, flashing with light blue ** force ripples visible to the naked eye, gorgeous and majestic, Karazan, and muttered in a low voice······