The name Samast comes from a fictional Dungeons & Dragons (DND) world of Earth humans, and is a very famous archmage.

Under the Eternal Speaker of Magic, our esteemed Edward, some of the information of the Gods Universe, the enemy of the Ancient Magic Empire, obtained from the Floating City where the ancient magic organization of the Camelot Kingdom of the Solomon Universe is located, shows that most of the information of the gods in the Universe of the Gods is actually eight or nine points similar to the fictional world of "DND".

"Lord Samaste, as you can see from your name, Edward is the main Edward, eighty percent of whom are eyeing the world where the gods are."

The white-robed priest looked at the black-robed spellcaster beside him, as the first incarnation with all the memories of Edward, the Messiah naturally knew the famous magical illusory world of "DND".

After Samast arrived, he was taken to Karazan as soon as possible to try to solve the hidden dangers left by this guardian line, so he didn't have time to ask these questions.

"Isn't the ontology's move too hasty, according to my calculations, the current spellcasters on the earth are not even far from the magic world far from being explored, right?"

The black-robed spellcaster just now not only destroyed the spell defense outside, in fact, even the inside of this towering Karazan Tower, the independent protection spells in each layer were destroyed together at that moment.

Therefore, the white-robed priest and the black-robed spellcaster were not in a hurry to reach the top of the tower immediately, but were watching everything in this Guardian Inheritance Tower with great interest, while chatting about the topic of another world.

"In the years since you left Earth, although the Earth Federation has set foot in the starry sky, the number of human beings on Earth has increased every year."

"However, the high-welfare living environment and the popularization of life-prolonging gene drugs have led to an increase in the population, which is far less than we imagined."

Samast, the black-robed spellcaster, picked up an old scroll from the collection on the 7th floor of the Karazhan Tower, and answered the Messiah's question as he flipped through it.

"As you calculated, the total number of spellcasters in the wizarding world today was only about 30 million when I came here."

"The area of the wizarding world is measured in light years, and such a huge world, the area radiated by the dozen or so cities that the spellcasters are now developing, in the final analysis, is only the tip of the iceberg of the wizarding world."

Ignoring the ornate and complicated decorative sentences in the scroll, the vast sea of consciousness was running at high speed, and in a very short moment, a certain high-level spell of frost mixed in it was analyzed, and Samast put down the scroll and continued.

"And I was not born and came for the sake of the gods universe."

"Among the six basic origin rules of the World of Warcraft universe, the arcane magic power used by the caster of this universe is the manifestation of the rules of order, and I am here on behalf of the ontology to explore the mystery of this arcane power."

Samast looked up at the white-robed priest with a narrow smile on his face.

"After all, you also know the situation in the Solomon Universe, our ontology's wife, the kingdom called the Divine Carmellot Kingdom, has become unprecedentedly powerful after years of support and development by the ontology."

"As far as I heard before I arrived, Her Majesty Artoria was already gathering his forces and preparing to cross the strait and attack the Holy Obaro."

"At this time, the main body is mostly guarding his beloved queen, guarding against those high-level pseudo-gods of the ancient magic empire magic network nodes on the sacred Obaro continent, where do they have any energy to open up new worlds."

Samaste's words made the white-robed priest Messiah stunned, he never expected that the reason would be this.

It took him a long time before he realized that the damn body was full of life, but it was not the "protagonist" who had ruthless passion in those garbage and was uncomfortable if he didn't work hard, how could he be as diligent as he imagined!

It has been decades since he got the Golden Finger of the Great Light Ball of the Lord God, and with his current magic world universe, he has only explored three worlds with a full calculation.

This makes those other protagonists who become immortals in half a year, canonize in a year, and transcend their fate in three years!

"Well, it's ······ I think too much"

The Messiah, with three invisible black lines on his forehead, had not finished speaking, when a calm, unwavering tone rang in his ears.

"Messiah, your plan for the 'Gate of Light' has been approved by the Lord God and Edward."

"Please capture a half-plane as a plan implementation vehicle."

"What happened?"

The black-robed Samast, who saw the white-robed priest's complaint on the side, stopped talking before he finished speaking, and asked with some curiosity.

Although they are both incarnations of Edward, they are like two similar leaves on the same branch, except for facing the same body, they are relatively different individuals.

"The 'Gate of Light' plan I submitted has been approved by the Great Light Sphere and the Ontology."

The Messiah walked to the teleportation room on the seventh floor with a mysterious smile.

"Let's pick things up, Samastre."

"At the top of this tower, Astral Mage Medivan pulls a small half-plane."

"I need it!"

Hearing Messiah's words, the black-robed spellcaster Samast was undoubtedly very curious about the "Gate of Light" plan in the mouth of the savior, not to mention, this plan also needed to use a native half-plane of the planet Azeroth.

However, he did not ask directly, as the Messiah's most trusted person, the Messiah would definitely tell him the details before the plan was implemented.

"I know, but be ready, move a half-plane, with your current strength, we have to capture it and move again, it will take at least half a year!"

Seeing that the Messiah in front of him nodded to himself confidently, Samast didn't say much, and also walked into the teleportation room, with a conspicuous purple streamer in his pupils.

“biu！” A bang.

The two figures then disappeared in the pale blue light of spatial magic······

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In the original history, in the Kursen Mountains, the northernmost part of the area that should have been called the Twilight Forest, one grass green tent after another was hidden in the jungle between the mountains, and it was inconspicuous at all.

"Report!"

"Leader Karen, the survivor camp in the Winterdale region has lost more than 5 floors of scouts in three weeks."

"According to the analysis of the General Staff, it used to be the largest and best wood-producing area in the kingdom, and the orcs have strengthened their forces there for 4 months in a row, most likely because they want to build a huge fleet."

In the largest of the grass-green tents, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young human soldier wearing a grass-green military uniform with a dark light gray cross on his chest carefully glanced at the mighty man in front of him with extremely admiring eyes, and then reported the battle report of the human resistance to Karen Anduin with some nervousness.

Half a year after the orc invasion and the flight of the nobles, it was this man with the royal blood of the Araso Empire who led thousands of Holy Light Crucifixion clergy, helped and led them to fight, and made countless powerless civilians survive.

"The General Staff advises you to evacuate all the survivor camps there."

Cullen sat on the main seat in front of the sand table in the tent, and it was obvious that half a year of experience had made him proficient enough to deal with such an unexpected event.

This man, who was carrying the sword of the Angel of Power and was much more mature than half a year ago, heard the words of the young soldier, and his sharp eyes immediately looked at the area of Winter Valley that the young officer said in the sand table in front of him.

With a population of 200,000, the high-ranking personnel in the largest survivor camp in the entire Storm Kingdom sat on the chairs on both sides of the tent, and they tacitly stopped talking about the policy of a certain camp just now, and quietly waited for their lord to deal with this sudden military affairs.

Thanks to the fact that almost every human survivor gathering place now has a Crucifixion, through the Kabbalah Tree of Life bestowing all Yahweh priesthood faith networks, so that countless large and small human gatherings scattered in various wilderness, jungle, and mountain areas throughout the Stormwind Kingdom can still communicate and contact with each other, help and support each other under the unified leadership of Karen, and survive with difficulty.

But it is only guaranteed to survive, and these civilian survivors abandoned by the nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom really do not have enough strength to fight back against the orcs at this time.

Even though Karen had popularized the formal-level training methods of warriors, thieves, and mages treasured by those nobles and professionals before the war to every human survivor camp through various clerics, half a year was too little and too short, and it would take an average of more than 3-5 years for the exercise methods to be effective, and only dozens of highly talented people appeared in the huge civilian group, but now they are just useless apprentice-level professionals.

On the contrary, because of the spread of the Yahweh faith, thousands of apprentice-level priests who can use a few low-level healing magic techniques every day have been born, which has greatly enhanced the risk protection ability of each survivor camp.

"Let the survivors of the Winterdale region, retreat to the Lakeridge Mountains."

Cullen silently calculated the resources and risk tolerance of the area around Winter Valley, and quickly gave an order.

"Let Andre, the commander of the camp cluster there, lead the men to pick it up."

"Yes, Honorable Leader!"

The young officer stroked his chest and saluted, then resolutely left the tent and made a quick trip to the Church of the Holy Cross in the camp, where the Holy Light Priest was on standby twenty-four hours a day to transmit the order.

Silently watching the young soldier in front of him go away, Karen calmly looked at the sand table in front of him, on it, the banner representing the power of the tribe's orcs was still planted in the entire Storm Kingdom's once essence area.

There was a trace of hatred in his eyes uncontrollably, and Cullen silently calculated in his heart.

"It's coming, it's coming."

"It's only been two months since Mr. John told me."

"Once the 'Gate of Light' of our Lord Yahweh is opened, it will be time for you damned greenskins to perish!"

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