Stormwind Kingdom, Northern Territory, Elwynn Forest.
A streak of light crossing the sky suddenly vanished above the tranquil forest.
A silver-white triangular Flying Shuttle, hundreds of meters long, suddenly appeared out of thin air in the forest as though someone had pressed a pause button. It hovered as it slowly descended onto this resource-rich land.
"So this is the territory of Stormwind Kingdom, the most isolated of the Seven Kingdoms of the East!" a calm yet gentle voice said.
"Yes, Commander Rich. Among the Seven Kingdoms, this kingdom ranks second in the strength of its foreign Holy Light presence. First is Dalaran, known as the holy land of magic."
"Hmm! Then my elder brother and the others must have gone to Dalaran! Come on, everyone. Put away the Flying Shuttle, and let's see how the Holy Light has developed in this foreign land." A trace of curiosity appeared on Rich's face.
"Yes, Commander Rich."
Thousands of Holy Light Clerics quickly disembarked from the Flying Shuttle in orderly ranks. As three squads of Holy Armored Ones cast together, the Flying Shuttle broke apart into dozens of differently shaped components, which they stored in their armament spaces.
Seeing that the troops had assembled, Rich nodded. "We shouldn't alert anyone at this early stage. Let's enter the local human settlements in separate groups! We'll get a sense of the situation first, then investigate further."
"Yes, Legion Commander."
A gravel-paved road was just wide enough for two carriages to pass. It was crowded with ordinary people dressed in coarse gray linen. Most had messy blond hair, and while their expressions could hardly be called numb, they were not much better. Most wore worried frowns.
From time to time, a comparatively luxurious carriage bearing a strange crest traveled down the middle of the road, flanked