Azeroth Trail of Light

Dick's guess was correct.

After the two strands of holy light really merged, he confirmed one thing through the vibration from Anveena's holy light link.

Velen is a demigod! This hidden guy!

But he also confirmed another thing at the same time... Velen said that he is not good at fighting, and it is probably true, because the holy light in this guy's body doesn't even have the slightest sharpness, it is as peaceful as if it is bottomless the sea.

It was as extreme as giving up all attack power for the ultimate healing.

But it is undeniable that the more extreme it is, the more astonishing the effect will be. Luo Ning's half-dead injury returned to normal in just a few minutes, which is not something ordinary priests can do. Surrounded by energy, it was almost impossible to kill Velen.

The Holy Light favored him so much that it even made Dick a little...jealous.

But it is also fleeting, because there are more important things to do now.

The demigod's precision in energy manipulation is a level deeper than what Dick can do at present. The huge amount of energy, which is enough to melt a city in an instant, was completely controlled by Velen in just a few seconds. , although not good at fighting, but for the negative energy of the undead, no matter what kind of holy light it is, it is the same as the consequence of death if it is rubbed.

This is entirely determined by the nature of opposing forces.

Coupled with the scorching heat contained in Dick's holy light, those holy lights that were completely controlled by Velen were covered with a sharp light on the outside.

It's like a sword, a long sword with no top in sight.

Arthas, who had returned to Icecrown Citadel, suddenly got up from the Frozen Throne, and the Frostmourne in his hand also surged with terrifying dark energy at this moment, and there was even a trace of purple soul drawn from the soul furnace. Grind it up and pour it completely into the sword.

"I found a good helper...I underestimated you, Dick!"

Before Alsace finished speaking, the lightsaber that pierced the sky and the earth slashed towards Angaza, the Gate of Wrath. At this moment, a trace of scorching heat even rushed to Alsace's face. Before he raised the magic sword, he saw a dazzling light burst out of the darkness in the distance in front of him.

It was so hot and brilliant that Alsace couldn't help raising his hand to cover his eyes. It wasn't because he was afraid of being burned by the light, it was just a subconscious action.

And the voice that mingled with the light and reached his ears,

"This sword is for Lordaeron!"

It was Dick's voice, a voice that made Arthas gnash his teeth.

The moment the light faded, the lightsaber slashed at the apex of the Scourge Gate Angaza head-on, and the top of the black Saronite spire piercing into the sky seemed to be attacked from the sun. Start meandering, start melting!

Like a red-hot table knife touching a block of butter, the hard door full of darkness, the door that blocked the evil kingdom of the Lich King, seemed to be completely cut open in the next moment, but Al How could Sass allow this to happen?

He knows the meaning of the gate of Angaza better than anyone else. It used to be the channel through which the undead disaster spread fear to the world. Icecrown fully opened before the civilized world of Azeroth!

Who can allow this to happen?

"Delusion!"

Alsace rushed a few steps forward on the Frozen Throne, holding the humming Frostmourne with both hands, the energy of darkness and ice exploded completely at this moment, like a dragon of darkness dragged by a sharp blade, Under Alsace's will, the magic power nodes of the entire Icecrown Glacier were fully activated at this moment, and blessed on him, the Icecrown Glacier at this moment was almost a real scene of thousands of ghosts crying.

The whistling dark storm brushed against the eternally frozen glaciers, leaving crazy scratches on the dark ground. In the eternally dark sky, black clouds continued to gather. Under Alsace's control, this area The oldest, darkest earth uttered its own roar.

The next moment, the dark lightsaber also slashed at the holy light sword from below.

Then, a strange scene appeared.

The superstructure of Angasa is constantly melting, while the buildings below are constantly being frozen in thick frost. At the center of the giant city wall of Angasa, scorching heat and cold, light and darkness are constantly colliding and colliding!

It was the confrontation between two people and a dark world, it was the collision that determined this war and the future world.

In the eyes of ordinary soldiers, it was like two swords pierced by justice and darkness, engaged in a final duel.

But in the eyes of those who are really knowledgeable, this is clearly a sword and a shield. Can the sword bearer break through the shield? no one knows.

Even the person with the sword doesn't know.

Velen felt the pressure, strong pressure, the holy light was constantly beating in his hands, and even the energy that had always been peaceful began to have some waves. Dick's situation was not very good, mainly because Anveena was in his mind. There was constant yelling.

"Ah, idiot, idiot! I'm going to melt!"

"I can't do it! I can't hold on anymore!"

"The last 5 seconds! I really can't hold on anymore!"

Anveena is not acting coquettishly, the Spirit of the Holy Light and the Spirit of the Sun are still very reliable in such major matters, so if they can't persist, it must be because of the holy energy imported by Dick and the Holy Spirit from Velen. There have been problems with performance compatibility.

After all, one side is order, and the other side is divine healing. It is a blessing to be able to persist until the sword is cut out.

The paladin glanced at Angaza's current situation, gritted his teeth, and shouted to Velen,

"The last 3 seconds! Left, deflection!"

"Persist for 3 seconds at the end! Anveena!"

"boom!"

Dick's other hand also pressed on the back of Velen's hand. At this moment, the paladin really aroused all the holy energy that could be used in his body, and poured it into Velen's body. Old Drey Pastor Ni also let out a muffled grunt, and the lightsaber he swung in his hand lifted up slightly, and then slashed down again.

"boom!"

It was as if Alsace's body had been punched in the abdomen by an invisible fist. He flew upside down and lay on the top of Icecrown Glacier in a state of embarrassment. The force of this blow was beyond his imagination. The sky of Crown Glacier roared at this moment, but the lightsaber still failed to penetrate the land in the end.

The Lich King stood up and looked into the distance where the light had dissipated.

At that moment just now, the direction of the lightsaber was deflected, and the sword edge of the sword of darkness fell on the left side of the gate of Angasa, and it slashed to the end on the dark and thick city wall and the mountain next to it, completely killing it. A huge depression was melted.

"puff!"

A trace of blood gushed out from the corner of Dick's mouth. He took a step back, and the spirit of the sun quickly turned into spots of light and flew into his body. Fire to support the extent of the body.

The old pastor's face was also not good-looking. He clenched his staff with his right hand and coughed several times. Maintaining such energy output was very difficult even for a demigod, but as a leader , Velen knew what to do now, so his left hand shook slightly.

The next moment, the part of the sword of light that was on the verge of dissipation that was still in the air completely disintegrated, and a huge rain of light appeared, and the golden halo completely covered the Dragon Bone Wilderness. Extinguishing the darkness that existed there, the rain of light that almost covered the entire battlefield fell from the sky and penetrated into every soldier's body.

How huge is the holy power that brings together Dick and Velen?

This is almost an unsolvable problem. Those are two characters standing at the apex of the Holy Light. The energy they output, even if they are scattered on the body of any ordinary person, is enough to heal those traumas. The light rain seeps into the ground, It will also sanctify the ground covered with corpses and blood, where the warriors fought until now.

It's like a real, holy land that everyone dreams of.

This is a real miracle, the light rain healed the wounds of the brave warriors, let the souls of those who died in battle rest in peace, especially around the bodies of those paladins, the extra holy light even produced special effects with their own holy light The resonance is like golden crowns appearing on top of their heads, and sacred rays of light appear on their armors, and as they swing their weapons, the rays of light also change.

In the golden light rain that keeps falling, all the undead who come into contact with the light rain will be ruthlessly purified, scorching hot, holy, and ashes are flying!

That is the surge of the golden holy pattern, like the personal blessing of the holy light, it is a gift for the bravest.

"Warriors! Justice is with us! Charge with me!"

The roar of old Mograine resounded through the sky at this moment. The brilliant holy flames flowed around his body, together with the rain of light falling between the sky and the earth, making the old knight look like a brave warrior who came out of mythology. These veterans The method of grasping the details of the battlefield is so fine that it is indescribable.

At the moment when the old knight started to charge, Saurfang and the tauren chief Kane also rushed out of the light rain on the orc line of defense. The creatures, but the will behind them chose to retreat.

Yes, in the battle against the civilized world and the creatures, Alsace chose to retreat for the first time.

He dared not take any chances.

Although Velen and Dick's last blow failed to destroy the gate of Angaza, it still formed a huge gap between the mountain and the city wall. Once the undead line was broken at this point, it would be very difficult It is easy to produce loopholes in defense.

This will upset all arrangements in Alsace!

So even if he didn't want to, he still retreated.

The retreat of the undead was still silent, just like their indifference when they attacked, but even if they responded exactly the same, in the eyes of soldiers and generals, it meant something different.

They... won!

At least at this moment, at this time, they won!

"Alsace, here I come! Here we come!"

Old Mograine's roar resounded across the battlefield, like another provocation, and like the civilized world's rejection and declaration of war against indifferent death, "Your father, and Lordaeron who was hurt by you, was killed by you Kill, everything that was destroyed by you, are you prepared to face all of this?"

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