Reborn as Hokage, I am actually a god

When Daelin Proudmoore came over with his personal guards on a tall white horse, he saw the burning battlefield. At this moment, his eyes were filled with uneasy horror.

The entire battlefield was engulfed in blazing fire! Thick smoke billowed out of the sky, flames shot into the sky, and waves of heat rushed towards us.

Even Jaina, who originally knew that the Holy Temple was powerful, opened her beautiful eyes at this moment, "Is this the non-staff member of the Holy Temple!" The soldiers who were originally looking at her kingdom were about to break through the defense line.

Jaina was hurriedly chanting magic spells when she saw two white figures quickly disappearing from the team. The next attack caused the magic spells in her mouth to stop.

Garp, who was looking at the stunned Jaina, couldn't help laughing, "Haha! Little girl, where are you? Everyone, let's do it! Try to make all the undead here disappear as quickly as possible."

Sengoku looked at Garp who loved to show off speechlessly, he was the president of the Adventurer's Guild, okay? But he didn't refute Karp's words.

The adventurers and deacons quickly dispersed.

Jaina felt her eyes blur as the uncles who had just been surrounding her disappeared. Then she heard various shouting sounds.

"Ice Age!" The air that had become hot due to Akainu's attack was instantly extinguished by a cold wave. Everyone felt that they had gone from a scorching volcano to a winter covered with ice and snow in an instant. Jaina and everyone quickly looked over. , a burst of frost appeared throughout the world, and all the gathered undead were frozen into crystal clear ice sculptures. This scene was called a miracle.

Before everyone could recover, a huge golden figure appeared on the battlefield again, with golden light overflowing. The Buddha clapped his hands, and a powerful shock wave rushed towards the frozen ice sculptures in all directions. Each ice sculpture seemed to be broken. Like a statue, it turned into dregs.

The former marines of the pirate world were unleashing all kinds of gorgeous moves unscrupulously across the battlefield. Ice blades, fire, shock waves, all kinds of exquisite swordsmanship, and the trembling sound of fists hitting the ground were constantly bombarded. On the entire battlefield, the undead army seemed so vulnerable amidst these gorgeous attacks.

Everyone on the battlefield no longer knew how to describe this shocking scene. The only thing they could do was to be like an audience, quietly admiring this miraculous moment.

After a long time, Daelin Proudmoore came to his senses and slowly rode his horse to Jaina's side. He looked at his daughter with a complicated look on his face and said, "Jaina, maybe you are right."

"Father, the Holy Temple is very powerful, and the kingdom cannot compete with them." Jaina was not very happy to get her father's approval, but looked at her father with a distressed look on her face. This man values ​​the glory of his family extremely much. An important man, for this reason, he will have to abandon the glory he protects.

"I have also learned about their policies!" Daelin Proudmoore got off his horse and looked at his much mature daughter seriously. "Perhaps the glory of the family is not that important compared to the continued survival of the kingdom. Come on!" Daelin Proudmoore replied with emotion as he looked at the gorgeous attacks blooming on the battlefield.

Only when faced with the helplessness of a subjugated country can we understand that if we cannot defend our subjugated country, everything will be in vain.

"Father, the glory of the family will not disappear. Maybe in the new era, it will just appear in a different form." Although he may not have such a high position and authority, when he saw the priests marching, they were greatly affected. When she received the unparalleled welcome from the people, Jaina was thinking, "Isn't that also a kind of glorious addition?"

Looking at his determined daughter, the unsmiling Daelin Proudmoore couldn't help but smile. "Then Jaina, the future glory of the family will be left to you."

"Father!" Jaina looked at her father in shock.

"Why! You are so old and you still don't want to shoulder your own responsibilities!" Daelin Proudmoore pretended to be stern.

"No! No! I just didn't expect my father to say that." Jaina quickly waved her hand and explained.

"Haha! Little girl, people will grow up eventually." At this moment, Daelin Proudmoore showed a long-lost loving expression. Jaina remembered that she had only seen this expression on her father when she was young. Later, my father gradually became more and more serious.

In the dark bunker, Arthas felt that his undead army was quickly disappearing. Through the line of sight with the undead, he could see clearly what was going on. Where did those strong men who destroyed the world at every turn come from? If they come from a different place, if they continue to attack, no matter how many undead armies they have, they will only be giving away food.

Arthas, who had gained great power, originally thought he could rule the world, but the repeated blows from reality made him have a trace of doubt in his heart at this moment, whether the path he had chosen at all costs was the right one.

Fortunately, under the control of Ner'zhul's powerful consciousness, Arthas' suspicion was slowly suppressed.

Ner'zhul, who was frozen on the throne, was also in shock and uncertainty at this time. He originally harbored hatred, but in the sight of the vanguard undead army sent by Arthas to the Kingdom of Stormwind, he clearly saw that his people were in this world. He actually lived a good life. If it weren't for the orcs' bodies, he would have doubted whether these orcs were his own tribe.

However, Ner'zhul, who was corrupted by evil, did not let go of the hatred in his heart. He even developed a twisted mind that wanted to transform his current people into an undead army and take revenge on Kil'jaeden.

But the undead army in the Orc Autonomous Region disappeared too quickly. Today's orcs are completely different from the past. Even without the reinforcements from the church, the orcs can still kill the undead army with the sophisticated armor and weapons provided by the church. The army was defeated.

The remnants of the Shadow Council and the Twilight's Hammer Church, which the orcs didn't pay much attention to in the past, are causing trouble for no reason, making the orcs in the orc tribe full of anger. Isn't this making today's orcs feel uncomfortable!

Most of the orcs feel extremely satisfied with their current life, which is not much better than when they lived in their hometown. Everything was originally so prosperous, but the betrayal of the Shadow Council made the orcs feel a sense of shame.

Originally, the outbreak of the undead natural disaster and the orcs' troop dispatch and bravery were greatly appreciated by King Ryan, and the orcs also felt honored.

As a result, such a huge rebellion broke out without paying attention. Although King Ryan didn't say much, after the military meeting, the heads of each clan tribe launched a large-scale internal purge. There are so many followers of the Twilight's Hammer Church, and members of the Shadow Council hidden within it.

But for some reason, the Templar's attitude towards this matter was very strange. When Durotan handed over the list of rebels, he even saw a smile on the lips of the Templar Commander.

This puzzled Durotan, but fortunately, the tribe's losses this time were not large. It can even be said that after clearing out the culprits, no one in the tribe was injured. Because of this, Durotan didn't think much about it.