Azeroth Trail of Light

Dick’s conjecture is correct.

After the two rays of holy light truly merged, he confirmed one thing through the vibrations that came from Anvena's holy light link.

Velen is a demigod! This hidden guy!

But he also determined another thing... Velen said that he was not good at fighting, and it was probably true, because the holy light in this guy's body did not even have a trace of sharpness, and the peace seemed to be bottomless. The sea.

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

But it is undeniable that the more extreme this is, the more amazing the effect achieved. Ronin’s half-dead injury returned to normal in just a few minutes. This is not something ordinary priests can do. In this kind of light Surrounded by energy, it is almost impossible to kill Velen.

The Holy Light took care of him so much that Dick even had a hint of...jealousy.

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

The precision of the demigod's energy manipulation is deeper than what Dick can currently do. That huge amount of energy is enough to melt a city instantly, and in just a few seconds, Velen is completely controlled. , Although not good at fighting, for the negative energy of the necromancer, no matter what the nature of the light, it is the consequence of death if it is wiped.

This is entirely determined by the nature of the opposing forces.

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

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

Alsace, who had returned to the Icecrown Citadel, suddenly rose from the Ice Throne. The Frostmourne in his hand 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 long sword.

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

Before Alsace’s words fell, the lightsaber that pierced through the sky and the earth was slashed towards Angatha, the gate of the scourge. At this moment, a trace of heat even rushed to Arthas’s face, the Lich King’s Before the magic sword was raised, I saw a dazzling light burst out of the darkness in the distance.

With such scorching heat and brilliance, Arthas couldn't help raising his hand and blocking his eyes. It wasn't that he was afraid of the light burns, it was just a subconscious action.

And the sound that was mixed into the light and passed into his ears,

"This sword is for Lordaeron!"

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

At the moment when the light was condensed, the lightsaber was slashed at the apex of the Gate of Scourge Angathar, and the top of the black Saronite spire that pierced the sky, as if it had been attacked by the sun, from the top Start to meander, start to melt!

It's like a hot red dinner knife. It touches a block of butter. The hard, dark gate, the gate that blocks the evil kingdom of the Lich King, seems to be completely cut open in the next moment, but Al How can SARS allow this kind of thing to happen?

He knows the significance of the existence of Angatha’s gate better than anyone else. It used to be a channel for undead natural disasters to spread fear to the world. Now it is also a fortress facing the undefeated coalition forces. Once Angatha is destroyed, the whole Icecrown is completely open before the civilized world of Azeroth!

Who can allow this to happen?

"A delusion!"

Arthas dashed a few steps forward on the Ice Throne, holding the constantly buzzing Frostmourne with both hands. The energy of darkness and ice was completely exploded at this moment, like a dragon of darkness dragged behind a sharp blade. Under Alsace's will, the entire Icecrown Glacier's magic node was fully activated at this moment, blessed on his body. At this moment, the Icecrown Glacier is almost a real scene of thousands of ghosts crying.

The howling dark storm brushed over the ever-frozen glacier, leaving crazy scratches on the gloomy ground. In the ever-dark sky, black clouds continued to converge. Under Alsace’s control, this piece of The oldest and darkest earth uttered its own roar.

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

Thus, a spectacle appeared.

The upper building of Angasa is constantly melting, while the building below is constantly being frozen in the heavy frost. At the center of the giant wall of Angasa, heat and cold, light and darkness are constantly colliding and colliding!

That is the confrontation between two people and a dark world, that is the collision that determines this war and determines the future world.

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

But in the eyes of a truly knowledgeable person, this is clearly a sword and a shield. Can the sword bearer break through that shield? no one knows.

Even the person who holds the sword doesn't know.

Velen felt the pressure, the intense pressure, the Holy Light was constantly beating in his hands, even the calm energy that had always been calm, began to have a wave of waves, and Dick’s situation was not very good, mainly because Anwina was in his mind. I kept yelling and yelling.

"Ah, idiot, idiot! People are going to melt!"

"No way! Can't hold on!"

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

An Wei Na is not acting like a baby. The Spirit of Light and the Spirit of the Sun are still very reliable in such major events. Therefore, if you can’t persist, it must be because of the divine energy input by Dick and the divine power of Velen. There has been a problem with compatibility.

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

The Paladin glanced at the current situation of Angatha, gritted his teeth, and shouted to Velen,

"Last 3 seconds! Left, skewed!"

"Finally hold on for 3 seconds! Anvina!"

"boom!"

Dick’s other hand was also pressed on the back of Velen’s hand. At this moment, the Paladin really agitated all the holy energies that could be used in the body, and injected a brain into Velen’s body, Old Drey Pastor Ni also snorted, and the lightsaber he wielded slightly lifted up, and then suddenly cut it down again.

"boom!"

Alsace's body was as if he was hit in the abdomen by an invisible fist. He flew upside down, lying on the top of the Icecrown in an embarrassing manner. 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.

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

At that moment, the direction of the lightsaber was skewed, and the blade wiping the sword of darkness fell to the left of the gate of Angatha. Melted out a huge depression.

"puff!"

A trace of blood poured out from the corner of Dick’s mouth. He took a step back, and the spirit of the sun quickly turned into a spot of light and flew into his body. Anvina desperately needed a rest, and the Paladin also fell to the point where he needed justice. The degree of fire to support the body.

The old priest’s face was also ugly. He clenched the staff in his right hand and coughed several times. Maintaining such energy output is very difficult even for a demigod, but as a leader Velen knew what to do now, so his left hand shook slightly.

In the next moment, the part of the sword of light that was still on the verge of dissipating was completely disintegrated, and a huge rain of light appeared. The golden halo completely covered the Dragonbone Wilderness, and the haze over the battlefield of Angasa burned. Exhausting the darkness that existed there, the light and rain that almost enveloped the entire battlefield fell from the sky and penetrated into the body of every soldier.

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

This is almost an unsolvable problem. It is two characters standing at the apex of the Way of Holy Light. The energy they output, even if they are scattered on the body of any ordinary person, is enough to heal those traumas. Light rain penetrates the ground. It will also make the ground covered with corpses and blood stains, where the warriors have been fighting so far, become holy.

It's like the real, sacred soil in everyone's dreams.

This is a real miracle. The light rain healed the scars of the brave warriors, rested the souls of those who died, especially around the paladins. The extra holy light and even their own holy light produced special The resonance was like golden crowns appearing on their heads, and sacred rays of light appeared on their armors. As they waved their weapons, those rays of light also changed.

In the continuously falling golden light and rain, all the undead who come into contact with the light and rain will be ruthlessly purified, scorching, sacred, and flying ashes!

It was the surging of golden holy patterns, like the personal blessing of the holy light, it was a gift to the bravest.

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

The roar of the old Mograine resounded across the sky at this moment. The glorious holy flames flowed around his body, together with the rain falling between the sky and the earth, making the old knight look like a brave warrior who came out of the myth, 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 began to charge, Saurfang and Tauren Chief Kane also rushed out of the light and rain on the orc defense line, and the undead were afraid...Of course, they weren't afraid of those who rushed forward. The creatures, but the will behind them chose to retreat.

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

He dared not take risks.

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

This will disrupt all the arrangements of Alsace!

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

The retreat of the undead remained silent, just as they were indifferent when they attacked, but even the exact same response, in the eyes of soldiers and generals, means different things.

They... won!

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

"Alsace, here I am! Here we are!"

The roar of the old Mograine resounded through the battlefield, like another provocation, and like the civilized world’s rejection and declaration of war on the indifferent death, "Your father, and Lordaeron, who was hurt by you, were killed by you. Kill, everything destroyed by you, are you better prepared to face it all?"