Menethil's Power

Chapter 96 Peak Showdown!Blackrock Spire! (two)
No matter how you exercise your body, the key is still the key.

Therefore, almost everyone does not think that Lothar has any possibility of survival. The damage of Doomhammer is astonishing, and the shattered Escani is the best proof. Obviously, Lothar's brain is no more powerful than steel. Also tough.

Turalyon just felt his mind go blank. He really couldn't believe that the spiritual mentor who always cared for him like a father and the supreme commander of the alliance army fell in front of him like this.

The surrounding consciousness was silent, as if everyone's breathing had stagnated. Obviously, other human soldiers were also in shock and disbelief.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Turalyon's combat prowess has always been a joke. While Alexandros Mograine and other second batch of paladins have been promoted to the hero rank one after another, he is still standing still at the lord rank.

The reason is simple, there is something wrong with his faith.

In order to spread the faith, the missionaries of the Church of the Holy Light spare no effort to tout the Holy Light as an omniscient and omnipotent existence. In their theory, the Holy Light is the essential power that connects all living things and all souls.

Turayang, who grew up in the church, believed in this, but after seeing the existence of orcs, he was puzzled, because in the senses of this young cleric, orcs are a symbol of pure evil, and the holy Why would light allow such creatures to exist?

This kind of situation basically happens to every clergyman in the process of practice, but unfortunately, Turayang bumped into it at such a critical moment. The idea formed by personal sensory experience and the teachings instilled in him since childhood happened. Conflict, this state has an appropriate term in the east of another time and space-inner demon.

This is also the process by which priests form their own ideas of the Holy Light. Whether they are forcibly brainwashed by the ideas of the church or realize their own way of faith, they can go further, and countermeasures will stagnate like Turalyon Not even going backwards.

Turalyon's thinking suddenly became ethereal, and his soul seemed to take flight in an instant, and then he seemed to have come into contact with the essence of the Holy Light.

This kind of existence gave Turalyon the feeling of a warm and penetrating crystal, which was completely different from his previous perception when he practiced, but there was no doubt that it was the Holy Light.

Turalyon subconsciously sent his own question to the Holy Light.

The voice of the Holy Light was as ethereal and gentle as he expected, it told Turalyon that the Holy Light was a symbol of justice and order, and a manifestation of good, but it was not the fundamental force that maintained the entire world.

The Holy Light is inclusive, and it provides shelter for the good, regardless of which world or race.It is the natural antithesis of evil, but it does not possess overwhelming power over those evils.

"That's why I need guardians of justice. Only when more good-hearted people join, justice will eventually defeat evil." The voice said to Turalyon: "So, devout believers, you are willing to open your soul to the Holy Light , join the battle against evil?"

Turalyon was a little dazed. The point from the "Holy Light" made him realize that his vision should not be limited to one race or one world. Evil is everywhere. These orcs are obviously evil from other worlds. They are destroying their own world. After that, it brought chaos and death to Azeroth.

Then it means that this situation will continue to be repeated in other worlds.

Turalyon realized what he should do. As a servant of the Holy Light, maintaining goodness and order was his natural mission.

He no longer has doubts or confusion, no matter which world he is in, justice will be done!

"I will become the sharp blade of the holy light!" Turalyon said decisively, while letting go of all his mind, letting the crystal-like holy light drown him.

This soul exchange in the void lasted less than a breath in reality. Turalyon just closed his eyes and remained silent for a while, and suddenly his whole body burst into a strong golden light, which even eclipsed the sun in the sky for a moment.

Almost epic energy breath!

He opened his eyes, the blazing golden holy flame was burning in his eyes, Turalyon seemed to be the incarnation of the holy light at this time, he no longer had any doubts, his belief was as firm as steel, "You will pay the price !" he said to Doomhammer in a commanding voice.

But the great orc chief didn't cooperate very much. His attention was not on the face of Turayang who suddenly burst into the small universe. The orc chief's expression was very ferocious at this time. The hammer hit Lothar on the ground.

Apparently this keen fighter also discovered his oversight.

Turayang's expression changed immediately. Doomhammer's action made him realize that Lothar hadn't completely died yet, but he was nearly [-] meters away from Doomhammer at this time. , but it is impossible to cause too much hindrance to the orc chief.

But both Doomhammer and Turalyon subconsciously ignored a figure wearing Lordaeron standard plate armor who had rushed towards Lothar a few seconds ago.

Small people are small people after all, they are never remembered, they are easily overlooked, and often large numbers of people die in large-scale events, and eventually they will only be reduced to cold figures in the history books.

But little people sometimes play a big role, and even directly reverse the trend of history.

Jill Loren is undoubtedly such a small person. This ordinary-looking middle-aged man in Lordaeron, even under the packaging and training of Isaacs, did not leave a deep impression on the high-level Allied forces. Everyone only regarded him as him. It is a test product for the prince of Lordaeron to cultivate military forces.

But this delicate father with two children was the first to discover that Lothar still had signs of life. In such a situation, he immediately ran over in silence alone.

He didn't think about what he could do as a half-lord, he just thought that he might be able to play a role.

It was obvious that the orc was smarter than everyone imagined, and he found Lothar's life signs almost instantly. Doomhammer roared again, and suddenly attacked the fallen alliance commander again.

Jill Loren was really taken aback. He had no idea that the orc chief would still maintain almost complete mobility despite his heavy injuries. Obviously, his attack could not affect him in the slightest, and the dying alliance If the commander is attacked again, he will have no hope of surviving.

With no time to think about it, Jill Loren could only prop up the shield of Lordaeron and put his feet against the ground as hard as he could, trying in vain to stop the orc chieftain for a moment.

Doomhammer's eyes were completely red. It was obvious that he had unleashed the last potential of his body. It had to be said that the physical strength of a high-ranking fighter was really terrifying.He waved wildly, and the warhammer swept towards the human in front of him with an unstoppable force.

The shield's protection against blunt weapons is really limited, not to mention that as an epic warrior, Doom Hammer's Bloodfury strike is as powerful as it was in its heyday. Jill Loren only felt an unstoppable force coming from the shield , and then the deformed iron lump hit his chest directly, and the force of the war hammer was transmitted over without reservation.

With indescribable pain, Gilloren could clearly hear the sound of his breastbone shattering, the metal shield shattered without any suspense, and Gilloren's body flew upside down.

Jill Loren, who was in mid-air, suddenly felt that the flow of time suddenly slowed down, his thinking seemed to suddenly transcend reality, and even the sharp pain in his chest was suddenly not so obvious.Jill Loren had heard of the state, and he knew what it was like.

He is going to die.

Forget it, in fact, as early as in Alterac Snow Mountain, he should have died together with the soldiers who died at the hands of the yeti, instead of surviving alone and shamefully stealing all the glory.

Jill Loren didn't think about his own growth experience, nor did he think about this damn war. His thoughts had already flown thousands of miles, and he returned to the hut in the outskirts of the king's city, back to his eldest son who was already able to ride a horse alone. , and next to the babbling second daughter.

Then his consciousness fell into chaos.

Gilloren only bought less than a second, but it was enough. Just when Doomhammer swung the hammer again, Turalyon yelled like thunder, "Enough!"

A huge golden warhammer made of life energy suddenly appeared, crossed the space in an instant, and knocked back the Doomhammer. firmly bound to a boulder.

Doomhammer had long since lost his cistanche. He struggled frantically and roared, letting the chains of holy power leave scorched scars on his body, "Fight me! Coward! Doomhammer will die in battle! this!"

No one paid any attention to him. Except for a small number of loyal Blood Hand Guards, the other orcs retreated after a panic, abandoning their warchief.

Turalyon didn't look at Doomhammer again, he quickly came to Lothar with excitement, and poured the water-like holy energy into Lothar's body crazily without money, feeling the gradually steady breathing of the alliance commander, joy Tears filled Turalyon's eyes.

He noticed that the unremarkable helmet that Lothar temporarily replaced had only a slight dent, which was obviously why the Alliance Commander was able to save his life.

Then Turalyon realized that there was not only one seriously injured person in need of first aid. He stood up quickly, separated the soldiers who spontaneously surrounded him, and then saw Gilloren.

This loyal soldier of Lordaeron is covered in blood and completely inhuman.He was so angry and confused, he was just muttering something in a low voice.

Turalyon felt panicked, and he was a little at a loss. Gilloren was not Lothar, and he was only at the lord level. With such a fatal injury, it was impossible for him to carry Turalyon's near-epic-level holy power.

The soldier heroically gave his life, and there was nothing he could do.

"Go to the chaplain!" Turalyon ordered in a hasty tone, while carefully pouring holy power into Gilloren's body, and at the same time said in as calm a tone as possible: "Hold on, Gilloren, hold on! You'll survive! I promise!"

Gilloren didn't seem to hear it at all. He continued to mutter something. Turalyon leaned down and heard his words clearly. Gilloren kept repeating a name—Vivian.

There was no need to guess that Turalyon knew that this was his lover, and the paladin's mood became heavy again. "You will live, you will live to be reunited with your Vivian," he repeated mechanically.

A gentle smile appeared on Jill Loren's face, and then his head was tilted to one side feebly, without a sound.

Turalyon was so anxious that he increased the output of the holy energy without giving up, but it didn't help.

The air was dead silent.

Suddenly a generous voice came, like a light in the darkness, "What happened here, Turalyon? Why is Marshal Lothar so seriously injured?" A majestic paladin with a bushy beard appeared, it was Uther !He had obviously just experienced a brutal battle, and then he was attracted by the movement here. "Holy Light! You have been promoted to the hero level!" The paladin was full of relief.

Turalyon was overjoyed. No one in the knight order could surpass Uther in terms of research on healing. "This is the favor of the Holy Light." He said briefly, "Uther, help me see this A hero's injury."

Uther noticed that Turalyon used the title of "hero", he immediately got serious, squatted down and pulled Gilloren's wrist, but then put it down helplessly.

"It's too late." He shook his head, "His soul has returned to the embrace of the Holy Light."

Turalyon was silent, he didn't know what to say, and finally he could only pray devoutly to the Holy Light along with Uther.

In the face of death, everything seems so powerless.

The sorrow on the battlefield can only be short-lived. After the prayer, Jill Loren's body was collected, and Lothar received the most thoughtful care from the chaplain who came to hear the news.Uther looked at Doomhammer, which had been shackled with hundreds of catties of runes, "This is the warchief of the orcs?" He looked at Turalyon, "What will you do with him?"

Judging from Uther's tone, he seemed to temporarily put Turalyon on an equal footing with Lothar.

Turalyon temporarily suppressed the grief in his heart, and his breath suddenly became cold, which made Uther feel that he suddenly changed.The young paladin cast a cold glance at the Doomhammer, which seemed to have collapsed suddenly.

"He will receive the best treatment possible," Turalyon said unexpectedly, "he will be judged by the Alliance nations in Lordaeron as the top war criminal who invaded our world and the executioner who slaughtered hundreds of thousands of innocent lives. "

He walked slowly towards the retreating direction of the tribe, "After all, the people of the entire Eastern Kingdom need an explanation."

"A wise decision." Uther said with relief: "You are already a qualified commander, child, and you are also the pride of the Holy Light."

"The pride of the Holy Light? No, no, no, I am nothing compared to you, the Messenger of Light." Turalyon turned around suddenly, with a smile on his face, like a man who is proud of his small achievements but A young man pretending to be modest again.

Uther raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Lightbringer?"

"Yes." Turalyon said solemnly: "As the leader of the Silver Hand, you are fully worthy of this title."

Usel immediately laughed, "That's really thanks to the Commander-in-Chief for giving you the name." He said cheerfully.

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