Fear comes from the unknown.
Ignorance breeds worship.
When Zakaz began to spread the faith of the Old Gods, the underground caverns of Tyr's Tomb became the site of a large-scale cult brainwashing.
Tirion Fordring shouted "Believe in the Holy Light" and tried his best to share the pressure from the crowd on the spiritual level with Carlos.
Unfortunately, the effect is not obvious.
As a middle-aged man, Lafayette's three views have long been stable, and his domestic and foreign affairs organizational skills have already shown the style of his later years. However, his understanding and application of the Holy Light lacks the accumulation and accumulation of time, and it is still not as good as the Lich King who will be killed in the future. Degree.
Carlos was caught between reality and memories, and his reaction was really slow.
"Law: Be firm."
Carlos turned his back to face everyone and held up his palms. The power of the holy light played an invisible movement, strengthening everyone's will and canceling out the whispers of the ancient gods.
Looking back, I used Stromka to split the Shadow Touch cast by Zakaz, ending the Corruptor's delusion of a sneak attack.
Krasis may be extremely intelligent, but they have never seriously studied "martial arts" at a higher level of life. Even in a semi-retarded state, Carlos can fight Zakaz evenly with only physical reactions.
It's so sweet.
Zakaz is not a fan of close combat. It prefers to use shadow magic to defeat opponents, and corroding the enemy's mind and body is its specialty.
So after discovering that Carlos could not be killed with a claw hammer, Zakaz decisively began to cast spells.
Many huge mimetic tentacles, formed by the gathering of substantial shadows, were raised from the ground and were taller than the two of them. They were swinging in an orderly manner like sea anemones, and they were sweeping toward Carlos.
The audience let out huge exclamations, what a terrifying power this was.
But Carlos heard Stromka's cheerful and eager whisper - the War Destroyer was hungry.
Although it cannot carry the Holy Light, Stromka can swallow the shadows.
In front of the massive amount of food, Stromka, like Mosaye, temporarily gave up his resistance and consideration towards Carlos, and took the initiative to let go of himself and cooperate with the sword holder.
So a huge shadow wave swayed out from the divine sword, followed by corrosive flames. The large number of shadow tentacles summoned by Zakaz turned into a chaotic shadow pavement after encountering the attack of Stromka. It blooms above the ground, dyeing the earth with the color of nothingness.
"Your efforts are meaningless, embracing the shadow..."
After all, Zakaz is a faceless man who wants to show off his face, so he doesn't pretend to be [beep].
It wanted to say that only by embracing the kindness of the shadow can we escape the sea of suffering...
Then Zakaz discovered that Shadow was out of control.
Stromka frantically absorbed the power of the shadow without a master, and competed with it for the initiative to control the shadow.
However, Zakaz was powerless against the corrosive burning brought by Stromka, because it discovered that the source of burning was its own flesh and blood.
After a long slumber, Zakaz has not updated its database for a long time. In response to the unknown threat, it screamed incompetently and furiously.
The holy light barrier was impacted again.
It's a pity that Carlos was a little slow again and didn't seize the opportunity to make a crazy wave of virtual zones.
"Alleria, you have found the wrong person. I am no longer the king, and I will not interfere in any decisions made by the kingdom."
"Okay, I respect your decision. But you should understand, Thoradin, that a fortress in the middle of a lake cannot guarantee safety. It can only be severely attacked day after day, and troops are sent out year after year until the troll is defeated. This war will only truly end if we kill them all. Humanity's decision not to send troops to clear the forest is tantamount to betraying the covenant."
"Don't scare me, old man. It's not that humans don't want to continue sending troops, but the price is too high. The forest is the home of your elves and trolls. After a hundred years of lunch break war, Stromgarde's food reserves are not even enough to support this. Winter…if the friendship between humans and elves is so fragile, so be it.”
"cut……"
"How about I lend you the Stromka?"
"No, what a sword. You turned a living creature into a flesh-devouring demon sword. How many trolls did you kill with it? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand?"
"Hey, I'm angry because a woman who brought a child to the battlefield said that to me."
"What a kid! My name is Sylvanas, I'm a hundred years old, little thing!"
"Hahaha, little one, I agreed as soon as your sister called me, but you are not qualified yet."
An inexplicable memory.
It's not surprising that Alleria and Thoradin knew Carlos. They were from the same era, but when Sylvanas was a hundred years old, did she meet Thoradin?
Three hundred years ago?
The time doesn't match up.
The era when Emperor Thoradin disappeared...
Forget it, there's no point in going into this now.
It was obviously a life and death battle, but Carlos was unexpectedly distracted.
He remembered a picture he had seen in his previous life, a beautiful picture of the three Windrunner sisters in their infant form playing on the beach.
It’s a lie. Alleria is more than 200 years older than Sylvanas, and Sylvanas is at least 200 years older than Vereesa. The seniority of the Immortals is really confusing...
But after clearing away his distracting thoughts, Carlos keenly noticed——the flesh-devouring magic sword!
Alleria calls Stromka a demonic sword that devours flesh and blood.
What's the meaning?
Seeing Stromka fighting with him for control of the Shadow, Zakaz changed his tactics, no longer using quantity to annihilate Carlos, but instead using quality.
Under the pressure of Carlos' pedicure, Zakaz re-summoned two huge shadow aberrations. The huge twisted monsters mixed with flesh and shadow guarded the left and right in front of the Corruptor Zakaz, forcing Carlos to leave. Melee position.
Then, Zakaz began to induce a spell that made everyone's hearts start to throb.
The hole seemed to suddenly become brighter...
Zakaz and Stromka began to devour the shadows at the same time, and for a while the holy light dyed the space with glorious colors.
But no one thinks this is a good thing.
Between Zakaz's two giant claws, a terrifying ball of void, all-devouring darkness surged.
It’s really nothing new. Kill the big monster and break the steel bars?
Carlos took a stance, used the Wings of Holy Light again, switched to a posture holding swords with both hands, and fused to summon the Guardian Angel.
The wings of the Holy Light shined brightly, and in a curtain of light, a guardian angel similar to the Val'kyr style soared out of the sky.
The long-lost secret art of Holy Light has once again reappeared in Azeroth.
He sacrificed his wings and summoned a big brother, two against two, whoever is afraid of whom.
In the adoring eyes of his son and the exclamations of the paladins, Carlos staged a wonderful battle with his guardian angel.
It was a confrontation between force and force, a performance of skill and skill.
In front of Carlos and the Guardian Angel, the Shadow Aberration looked as clumsy as a 20,000-pound fat man. After losing the advantage of a two-on-one pincer attack, it had no power to fight back.
When the two shadow aberrations collapsed, Zakaz's reading was obviously not completed.
"Final blow……"
Damn it, here we go again.
Carlos once again fell into the cracks of memory.
Same place, same position, same enemy.
Thoradin held Stormka in his hand and spoke in a calm and calm tone.
"The final blow, heavy and sad."
