In the temple city of Carabo, the civil war caused by the split faith officially broke out.

Archbishop Iriel of the Light was furious, and the two Naru from the Legion of Light also disliked the new theory of the Light proposed by the Prophet Veron of the Main Timeline.

Soon, the Lightforge Inquisitors declared that Veron from the world of Azeroth was an infidel, and that any of his compatriots who followed him would be beaten into the ranks of the infidels, and that the light would live forever!

With the official entry of the Lightcast Inquisitors to join the Carabo Street Battle, the Delaney of the Veron faction fell into disadvantage in an instant, and the barricade positions were lost one after another, and the situation was critical for a while.

However, as the saying goes, there are three gangs of a hero, the Velons are old and sophisticated, and they have been mixed with society for so long, all the way from Argus to Azeroth, and they have never seen any strong winds and waves.

Okay, you wait for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will call, whoever runs is the grandson!

So, the social person Wei Lun picked up his beloved communication crystal and began to make calls, commonly known as shaking people.

"Hey, you're not there, I'm beaten up in Carabo, come and help!"

At this moment, the experience of the elders of the Velen people is revealed, and the relationship is called a rich.

The alliance buddies next door who were eating melons and watching the play in the Pioneer Fortress received a call, and they stopped eating melons, rolled up their sleeves and were the first to play.

The Brotherhood of Dawn in the Kingdom of Storm said that the Knights of Dawn and the Paladins were one family, and now that the Holy Light was in trouble, Dawn Dawn had to help, so a Knights of Dawn soon rushed to the Carabo Temple to join the fight.

The Northern Alliance, which is building in the Francois Islands, also received a call, and Tirio Ferdin, the outstanding representative of the Paladins, immediately stood up and took the stage to shout, for the justice of the Holy Light!

There's nothing wrong with it, the Holy Light system native to our Azeroth world is the unique system of Azeroth, not the original doctrine of the Holy Light Legion like yours, and now we have crossed the river by feeling the stones for more than half of the time, and suddenly we meet you water ghosts, then there is nothing to say, it is you who fight!

So, the Silver Dawn International Support Column officially joined the battle, and paladins and priests from all over the world, singing the Internationale and riding their beloved ponies of the Holy Light, went directly to the Carabo Temple.

The old Holy Light and the Holy Light mutant forces in the Azeroth world have already moved, and the new tribe that is beating the Frostwolf Clan in the Frostfire Ridge is also a little unable to sit still.

In line with the idea of wanting to get involved in everything, the tribesmen rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, and began to look for a reason to come to the legal fight, anyway, it was the territory of the group of alliance dogs, and it was not distressing if it was broken.

The emperor lived up to his wishes, and the reason was finally found by the tribe.

The Knight of the Dawn Gamor and his fellow Knights of the Dawn were pushed out, and then said that they would also contribute to the Holy Knight Doctrine that is native to the world of Azeroth.

Then, this international support column from the tribe also embarked on an expedition to Carabo.

The red flag was unfurled, the song was loud, and the old tribesmen held high their scarlet tribal banner and joined the Prophet Velun's Faith and Reason Liberation Front.

"Rise up slaves who are hungry and cold, and rise up and fall all to those who are afflicted!"

"The blood is already boiling, and we want to fight for the tribe!"

"Draenor is down, and the slaves are up!"

"Don't say we want nothing, we want to be the master of the war song!"

"This is the last struggle, unite forever!"

"There has never been a savior, and it doesn't depend on Thrall's bloodhoof!"

"It is up to us to create the happiness of the tribe!"

"The most hateful of all, those Holy Light Demons have eaten our flesh and blood!"

"Wipe them out, the red sun shines on Draenor!"

"This is the last struggle, unite forever!"

"The destruction of the Holy Light Cult must be realized!"

Well... This is a bit scary, the Draenei, the Prophet Velon's Faith and Reason faction, have been forcibly made a tribesman at this moment.

The old buddies of the international support column from all over the world were stunned, and they watched in a daze as this group of enthusiastic tribal buddies held high their scarlet flags, charging fiercely towards the enemy positions in front, and throwing Molotov cocktails non-stop.

Also, what is the most hateful of those holy light demons who have eaten our flesh and blood? Can you change your slogan? When did the paladins torture your tribe?

Oh, and then again, back in the days of the Dark Tides Orc Wars, the paladins of Lordaeron did kill a lot of orcs.

But looking at the current scene of the sea of red flags, the old buddies of the blue camp always feel that something terrible has been turned on.

But come to think of it, reality is reality, and with the addition of the tribal support column, the scales of victory in the Carabo street battle instantly tilted to the side of the prophet Velon.

And... The strange slogan song of the tribe buddies was so brainwashing that the Delaney and the human brothers who listened to it were enthusiastic, and they couldn't help but rush up with the tribe buddies.

Well... Today we are all tribal people.

The Temple of Carabo, the capital city of the Draenei, is splendid and magnificent, with crystals shining brightly, here... Well... This was the case before.

Now the city is filled with fire and smoke, and if you look down from the sky, the sea of scarlet flags is constantly eating away at the golden rays of light.

A minotaur druid brother who didn't understand the Holy Light but just wanted to come over and join in the group fight, he turned into a huge Northrend Imperial Eagle, flapped his wings, and flew directly to the top of the Carabo Temple under the fierce attack of the Lightcast Inquisitor, and then he turned back into his human form and planted the scarlet banner of the tribe directly on it.

Well... Although it is impossible to occupy it, this is the ancestral territory of the Alliance, but now the situation is special, and it is okay to have a good time.

The Minotaur took out his MK-II camera and took a commemorative photo of himself.

Delaney strongly condemns the impure purpose of your tribe's international support column!

With the red flag planted throughout the Carabo Temple, this huge internal street battle officially came to an end.

Ariel's Lightforge Inquisitors retreated, and evacuated the capital city with all the Draenei people who still believed in them, apparently ready to resist to the end.

At present, there is only one large city left in the hands of the Lightcast Judgment Army, so there is no need to think about it, they must be withdrawn there.

But it's the Night Empire's turn to worry about, Tarado's group of Soul Bound is in the hands of the Night Elves, and how they come into contact with the Lightforge Inquisitors is their own business.

Anyway, the dust has settled on Wei Lun's side, and the alliance has got what it wants.

Also, you tribal pigs, hurry up and take down your broken flag for me! It's endless! It's really your home!