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Dawn Plane, Cloydo Prairie.
early morning.
It was not yet seven o'clock, and the sun had just risen from the horizon. The light golden morning light penetrated the clouds and fell on the prairie, like a morning horn, awakening the sleeping prairie.
In the Tauren tribe on the grassland, Tauren have gradually left their tents.
The brazier that had been burning all night was extinguished, the sheep were driven out of the pen, and wisps of smoke drifted out from the top of the tent... The Tauren people bathed in the morning light and began a busy day.
In the center of the tribe, the place where the totem pole originally stood has now been replaced by the statue of the god of light.
Bathed in the morning light, the towering statue of the God of Light seemed to be coated with a layer of gold, looking particularly sacred and majestic.
The shaman priest who got up early also took all the children in the tribe to kneel at the feet of the statue and began the daily routine morning class - chanting poems praising the God of Light.
This is the rule set by the God of Light after he took over the Dawn Plane. All underage Tauren in the tribe need to report to the shaman after getting up every day. One reason is to pay respect to the gods, the second is to learn knowledge, and the third is because the Dawn Plane has been at war for many years and the demons may attack at any time. If the little ones gather together, it will be convenient for them to move in case of war.
Under the guidance of the Tauren Shaman, the Tauren children recited poems with their heads shaking. Their little faces had serious and pious expressions, as if they were doing something of utmost importance in their lives.
As they chanted devoutly, the divine power accumulated in the statue increased little by little, and invisible halos swept across the entire tribe, silently nourishing the bodies of the minotaurs in the tribe, preventing diseases, strengthening their bodies, and prolonging their lives.
Only after the morning service was over did the shaman priest announce the dismissal and let the kids go home for breakfast. He also told them to come back immediately after breakfast and not to run around.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, everything on the grassland looked peaceful and serene, not at all like a place that had experienced years of war.
Suddenly.
A team of angels flapped their wings and flew across the sky. Their pure white feathers reflected rays of light in the morning light, looking extremely holy and divine.
Seeing them, the minotaurs on the ground stopped what they were doing and raised their hands to salute reverently.
"Praise the Lord."
Over the years, it was precisely because of the ready support of these angels that the Morning Light Plane was able to repel the invasion of the demons time and time again and live and work in peace on the grassland.
If it weren't for them, perhaps they would have already become slaves of the demons, living a miserable life, a life worse than death.
In the sky, the patrolling team of angels flew farther and farther, higher and higher, and gradually disappeared into the clouds.
The minotaurs on the ground then withdrew their gaze and began to get busy again.
At the same time, in the void, a huge warship with white and gold colors intertwined was flying slowly along the orbit of the Morning Light Plane.
The light from the stars shines on it, coating its surface with a hazy warm orange-red glow, which looks particularly warm from a distance.
This gigantic void battleship is Saint Luke's mount and the flagship of the Judgment Legion - a Divine Punisher-class void battleship.