[Chapter 133 The Incarnation of Holy Light]

Sylvanas looked at the tall white-haired knight who jumped off the horse in front of her in despair. After continuous high-intensity battles, her physical strength had been exhausted, and her magic power had long been depleted. Even the arrows in the quiver were not even half left. All

she had left was the scarred hunting bow in her hand.

“Is that the end?”

“No, this is just the beginning!” Arthas raised Frostmourne in his hand and aimed it at Sylvanas in front of him. He admired this ranger general of Silvermoon City very much. She would become another powerful force of the Scourge and help him fulfill the orders issued by the Lich King.

Just as Arthas was about to stab Frostmourne into the body of the ranger general, a force that he was originally very familiar with but now extremely disgusted with smashed towards him.

The huge holy light forced him to retreat and at the same time hold up Frostmourne in his hand for defense.

Ding!

There was a deafening roar, followed by a huge Holy Light force exploding on the Frostmourne held in Arthas’s hand. The strong energy impact forced Arthas to continue to retreat. He retreated several meters before he regained his balance and saw the person who attacked him clearly.

“Who are you?”

Looking at the young human who suddenly appeared in front of him, Arthas found that he didn’t know him at all. The pink one-handed hammer that he had just blocked with Frostmourne flew back to the young human’s hand under the effect of Holy Light.

From the moment of the air fight just now, Arthas realized that he had encountered a very strong enemy. This battle might not be easier than the one with Uther. He

held Frostmourne tighter in his hand, and the runes on the blade began to emit a faint orchid light. Arthas didn’t wait for the other party’s answer, but he didn’t care about these things.

“No matter who you are, those who stand in front of me will only have one ending.”

David, who used the Avenger’s Hammer to shake Arthas away and saved the Ranger General Sylvanas, was looking at the Death Knight in front of him.

That’s right, Arthas at this time was just a death knight under the Lich King, and had not yet become the Lich King who was killed and killed repeatedly by countless players.

At this time, Arthas still maintained his human appearance. It can be seen that he was a tall, strong and handsome man, but after becoming a death knight, he exuded a cold and deadly aura all over his body, which made people feel uncomfortable.

When he was looking at the former prince of Lordaeron who was very popular in his previous life, he suddenly heard the other party’s words, so he casually counterattacked a few words: “I can’t believe it! You are the prince of Lordaeron, the first heir to the kingdom, and the future king of Lordaeron, but you actually ran to be a dog for others… and a dog of the running dog of the Burning Legion…”

David didn’t finish his words, Arthas had already rushed up with Frostmourne in both hands, and the big sword in his hand directly chopped down David’s head.

Just looking at Arthas’s expression, he didn’t seem to be affected; but from his actions, it can be seen how much impact David’s casual words had on this extremely proud prince.

Otherwise, according to his previous behavior, when he encountered a powerful warrior, his first choice would be to transform him into an undead creature to enhance the combat power of the Scourge.

Now he started by chopping at the head, which obviously ruled out this option.

“Hey, are you in a hurry?”

A layer of holy light flashed on David’s body. Although it only lasted for two seconds before being shattered under the full force of Frostmourne, Arthas did not continue his slashing, but decisively dodged backwards, perfectly avoiding a pillar of fire that fell from the sky.

“Holy Fire? Priest?”

In theory, the followers of the Holy Light all use the power of the Holy Light, such as the Paladins who were originally converted from priests.

But after so many years of development, many Paladins are no longer the kind of people who changed their professions. Basically, they are trained and taught as Paladins from the beginning.

For example, Arthas, he initially received various combat training, and after receiving the baptism of the Holy Light, he focused on being a Paladin. As for the skills of the Holy Fire, which only priests would delve into and learn, he only knew the extent.

When I saw that he was wearing armor and holding a warhammer, I thought he was a young paladin. But now it seems that he is actually a priest?

Arthas had no time to analyze the situation. He had just dodged the Holy Fire released by David, and before he could stabilize his body, he felt something flying towards him from the side. He had no time to

look back. He swung Frostmourne in his hand and slashed it diagonally behind him. There was another crisp sound. Arthas turned around and saw that it was a red and blue round shield that he had smashed away.

The crisis was still not resolved. The round shield that he had smashed away returned to the hands of a knight. The other party held a strange war hammer similar to the young man’s and rushed towards him.

Flying knee, shield strike, forty, forty, forty, shield strike, a series of combos did not cause any damage to Arthas, but it really made him flustered for a moment. What’s more, the “priest” next to him would occasionally release punishment to attack him, making it impossible for him to deal with the opponent in front of him well.

“You are…” Sylvanas knelt on one knee. She didn’t even have the strength to stand up. She could only look up at the strange human who suddenly appeared beside her: “Are you a priest of the Kingdom of Lordaeron?”

“I am not a priest of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, but I did come to Quel’Thalas on behalf of Lordaeron this time.” David looked at Sylvanas Windrunner who was half-kneeling next to him: “My name is David.”

“Thank you, David.” Sylvanas stood up with all her strength. Her condition was obviously bad, but she still tried her best to hold the hunting bow in her hand tightly, and at the same time tried to find a suitable arrow from the ground: “Please forgive me for not being able to express my gratitude to you better. I want to support my subordinates.”

David looked up and looked around. In fact, there were battles everywhere in this area. Sylvanas, the ranger general, was not the only elf who was exhausted and out of ammunition.

Many high elves of Quel’Thalas fell to the ground. Even if the undead of the Scourge did not make up for it, these elves could not resist the invasion of the power of death in their current state. It would not take long for them to be transformed into undead creatures.

“Leave it to me.”

“Leave it to you?”

Sylvanas looked at the young man named David beside her in surprise. He looked very young, probably only in his twenties?

Although Sylvanas knew that David was very strong through his previous performance, what could he do in the face of such a total defeat?

Just as Sylvanas was thinking this, David raised his hand high to the sky, and a group of holy light as bright as the sun condensed in his raised palm. Then this group of highly condensed holy light shot straight into the sky, as if a channel had been established between David and the sky. As

the holy light in David’s hand emitted a brighter light, even his entire body was wrapped in the holy light, turning into a huge light bulb. The strong airflow almost blew Sylvanas, who was standing next to him and in very poor physical condition, to the ground.

But she could no longer take care of her own situation. Sylvanas was shocked to see that the light column between David and the sky gradually became thicker, and the entire sky turned golden, as if it was raining holy light, making the entire battlefield full of rich holy light power.

The elves, who were exhausted and in a very bad state and could only wait for death, found that their bodies were recovering quickly. The holy light priests who followed the ranger troops found that the holy light in their bodies was recovering at an astonishing speed, and the priests regained their “combat effectiveness”.

That’s not all, because the holy light naturally restrains undead creatures, those scourge soldiers who were frantically attacking the elves, under the illumination of the holy light, each one seemed extremely painful, and some weak ghouls were directly purified by the holy light that filled the space between heaven and earth. Even a

powerful death knight like Arthas felt extremely uncomfortable when he was in this environment full of holy light. Steve, who was opposite him, was like a fish back in water, and he performed even more powerfully.

The hammer of redemption in his hand turned into a huge light bulb, and every swing carried a strong holy light power, and the power was upgraded from the original 40 to 80. What

annoyed Arthas the most was the elusive shield. It was the first time he encountered a paladin who could use the skill of the Avenger’s Shield to this extent, and for a while he didn’t know how to deal with it.

However, what really made Arthas feel daunted was not the paladin in front of him, but the priest not far away.

Taking advantage of the interval of the battle, Arthas looked at the young priest not far away again. Is the Holy Light that was so powerful that frightened him really a power that humans can master?

Similar questions also arose in Sylvanas’s heart. She was shocked by the strength of this strange young man. She had lived for many years, let alone seeing it with her own eyes, she had never even heard of someone who could possess such a terrifying Holy Light power. In a trance

, she suspected that the person in front of her was not an envoy of Lordaeron at all, but the incarnation of the Holy Light…

Sylvanas, who did not believe in the Holy Light, would have such thoughts. As a follower of the Holy Light, Liadrin’s eyes were already in tears at this time. Looking at the miracle not far away, she whispered softly: “Holy Light, you really did not abandon us…”

At this moment, David, who created such an exaggerated scene, was closing his eyes, feeling the seemingly endless Holy Light power, and his mind was full of question marks: “When did I become so strong?”

(End of this chapter)