Humans on Azeroth have been exposed to the Light for much longer than Carlos once thought.
Long before the Arathor Empire was established, and humans were still in the era of primitive settlements, some people had already encountered angels in geometric shapes that exuded endless light in their dreams.
Priests are the first to use the Holy Light, but they are only carriers of the Holy Light, using the characteristics of the Holy Light itself to smooth away pain and soothe anxiety for patients.
The emergence of the Paladin is the first time that mankind has truly understood the power of the Holy Light, and the first time that humans have studied the nature of the Holy Light.
Holy Light is the most primitive and pure power in the universe.
Whether it was Wings of Holy Light or Holy Shield, whether it was Evil Slaying or Holy Light Shock, Carlos suddenly woke up after using it again and again and thinking about it night after night.
It's not the arcane energy used by the mage, playing tricks like flowers. The holy light is the holy light, neither great nor humble.
Whether you see it or not, the Holy Light is there.
Whether you can feel it or not, the Light is there.
Whether you understand it or not, the Light is there.
If the most fundamental conflict in the universe is the showdown between order and chaos, then Holy Light and Shadow are the most primitive manifestations of this conflict. What skills are needed in the face of such a majesty that is so majestic that one cannot see its entirety and cannot name its origin?
Just confront him head-on!
This is the essence of [Holy Light Filling].
When Carlos released the excessive amount of holy light that was still in his body, the huge amount of holy light power changed from quantitative to qualitative. Instead of disappearing in space, it became more and more intense with Carlos as the center.
In other words, like frozen super-frozen water, this amount of holy light itself has become like a core, beginning to absorb the free power of order.
Frivolous illusion, immortal madness.
In the center of the holy light storm circle with a diameter of more than 300 meters, Carlos raised his arm and pointed the giant sword in the direction from which the orcs came.
In my field, no one can beat my speed!
There are reckless and arrogant orcs who set foot in the realm of the Holy Light. Before they understand what happened, their heads are missing. The rich Holy Light does not distinguish between human orcs and heals all wounds.
The end result is greater pain.
This circle with the raging storm of holy light has become a restricted area of life, a place where the most merciful god of death stops, and the orcs are not allowed to pass.
Such a dazzling light and shadow effect attracts the attention of all surrounding creatures.
Orcs stimulated by bloodthirsty impulses kept stepping into Carlos' territory, but no one could take the second step. In the storm of holy light, Carlos seemed to ignore the distance of space, standing in the center of the circle, slashing in all directions.
For a moment, the orc army in this direction was blocked by Carlos alone.
But the orcs are not stupid, or stupid people have long been buried by the harsh life in Draenor.
Soon, under the captain's scolding, the orcs changed their route and tried to avoid Carlos.
I couldn't hold on for even three minutes. I really don't have the life of Aotuman...
Arriving in the form of Naaru in a human body, Carlos's will is being assimilated by the Holy Light.
Although it has not yet reached the limit of will collapse, the orcs have changed their tactics, and persisting will no longer have much effect.
As a result, Carlos loosened his bonds, and a huge storm swept up the volcanic dust that had accumulated for hundreds of years in the Burning Plains, covering the sky and the sun.
In the distance, Orgrim, who was observing the battlefield, watched everything but didn't take it seriously.
Carlos may be very strong, even stronger than himself. Orgrim has never been a blind and arrogant person, and he has no doubt about this.
But as long as the limits of human beings are not exceeded, on such a battlefield, individual strength is not enough to make up for the overall disadvantage.
The chief of the tribe took the horn and blew the final lamentation himself.
The meaning of this melody is to leave no one alive.
Under the afterglow of dusk, the chief of the tribe asked more orc warriors to fight to the end even if it was a night battle, until one side was completely dead or injured.
While Carlos was raising dust in the sky, Turalyon took the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on the Horde's rear line.
The tribe's empty rear formation could not stop Turalyon, who was determined to kill. Orgrim stood on a high hill and noticed the human force about 800 meters away.
"Kill them all."
After giving orders to their personal guards, the most elite warriors of the Blackstone Clan left their warchief for the first time and walked in the direction of Turalyon.
In the dusty sky, Carlos' body could not feel a trace of fatigue. He seemed to be flying briskly, but his spirit was indescribably tired.
I wouldn’t say tired, but a kind of calm similar to a meditative state.
Sure enough, there is no free power in the world.
Taking a small step forward with difficulty, Carlos, who was out of the state of being filled with holy light, couldn't control the strength for a moment, staggered and knelt down on one knee.
The Holy Light Storm came and went as quickly as it came, and the large sandstones lost the wind's wind and hit the metal armor like a free space, causing a whooshing sound. The dust in the sky is either flying or falling to the ground, and the afterglow of the setting sun fills the sky and the earth again.
What is that guy doing?
Orgrim didn't understand, didn't that human being make such a big fight just to blow a gust of wind?
Inexplicable human beings...
But Carlos, who was kneeling on the ground, felt the vibration of the earth and smiled happily.
Done!
Orgrim, whose vision was obscured by smoke and dust, didn't notice it immediately, and it was already too late.
The orc army, which was restrained by Carlos and failed to defeat the Alliance immediately, was only delayed by a few minutes.
The Alliance cavalry has arrived.
As 30,000 cavalry ran wildly, the ground began to vibrate rhythmically, and the beating of the sand and gravel seemed to be singing a song.
Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta, on the back of the first horse that broke out of the smoke was the Union knight holding the flag high.
"For the Alliance!"
Huge cheers came. Although the infantrymen who were fighting hard did not know what was happening, this battle cry was so encouraging!
"For victory!"
Carlos struggled to stand up. There was no ally or enemy within a hundred meters around him. There was only a circle of corpses that were not dead. He dragged the remains of a few orcs and piled them up. When he stood on it, he saw that the Alliance Blue The torrent of color has begun to cut the flanks of the tribe, and the orcs fighting in front have no idea what is happening behind them.
It shouldn’t be!
But what the hell!
Carlos' surging passion diluted the calmness of the Holy Light.
Holding the sword hilt tightly, Carlos rushed forward. In the final battle, he wanted to enjoy victory!
As for the hill where Orgrim is located, although the number of orcs is far greater than Turalyon's manpower, the archmage Khadgar hidden among them has played a huge role. In the face of the power of magic, the orcs cannot resist it. Under the protection of his teammates, the Archmage is fearless.
At a distance of 800 meters, Turalyon was unstoppable all the way, and Orgrim had to face up to this beheading team that looked very much like a suicide squad. By the time the chief of the tribe discovered the anomaly on the battlefield, it was already too late.
In just a few minutes, the Alliance achieved glorious glory from the brink of collapse. In Orgrim's eyes, it was the Alliance's endless cavalry, and behind him was Turalyon's life-threatening blade.
All this is so absurd that it looks like a drama created by a third-rate screenwriter...
