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Chapter 335 Holy Light and Holy Light

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Chapter 335 Holy Light and Holy Light

Alonsus is a missionary believer who has a very high reputation in all the major eastern kingdoms. After he spoke, Terenas could not easily ignore his opinions.

"Bishop, have you been able to master and guide that power?" Terenas looked at Alonsos Faol with expectation in his eyes. As a monarch, he never likes to put everything away.

on a plate.

Although the army of the court mage was built with all his efforts and resources, Bishop Alonsos, with his support, has also begun to master a power system that is different from arcane magic.

That is the power of believers.

It is precisely because of witnessing the emergence of this power that Terenas has higher ambitions!

"The Holy Light is with us." Alonsos Fao's body exuded a bright golden light.

…

Grommash Hellscream looked at the forest not far away, and tightened his grip on the legendary giant ax Bloodhowl. With the blessing and transformation of Held, this weapon has become a weapon that is extremely suitable for Gromma.

What a divine weapon. When he holds it tightly in his hand, the higher his fighting spirit becomes, the stronger the power it can feed back to him.

"Great Shaman, do you feel it?" Grommash turned his eyes to Ner'zhul, the chief of the Shadowmoon Clan next to him.

"I can vaguely sense the direction." Ner'zhul nodded.

The young knight came to the opposite side of Durotan. The tall white wolf was only a little lower than the horse under the knight. The two looked at each other.

Facing it is like facing the scourge dragon that has been wreaking havoc in Draenor for thousands of years. It's just as creepy as hearing the breath of death.

The orcs are far stronger than humans in terms of physical strength and fitness. And Durotan is branded with the power of a totem. Although it is not used in battle, the passive blessing is enough to increase his normal combat effectiveness.

To a higher level.

The elven kingdom of Quel'Thalas.

Terenas was worried that there would be something similar to human mages among the orcs, so he blocked this loophole in advance.

Especially Bishop Alonsus who was on the city wall. Seeing his disciple's miserable appearance, his heart sank and he was ready to snatch back the defeated opponent at any time.

"According to your communication with elements and energy, follow the instructions." Grommash smacked his lips and said. He was still a little unhappy. After all, there might be a grand war about to start on the other side. As a warrior,

He was absent, which made him very unhappy.

"Of course, the high priest has given us the power to communicate regardless of language barriers." Durotan replied.

"What is he doing?" The young knight next to Alonsos Fao was suddenly startled. He looked at the orc camp with a few white wolves riding a huge physique running out, heading towards the city under the city.

The orcs calling for battle in the city.

…

The young knight discovered this. This idea was in line with his psychology at the moment. After he made a gesture to his other knight, he rushed forward without retreating and collided with the rushing Durotan.

.

The young knight rushed out with a group of knights with the same armor. The tall horses supported their thick armor, making them look like a heavy cavalry.

This is an extremely dangerous thing!

That's their goal this time.

"You can give it a try." Alonsus pondered for a moment and nodded. He also wanted to learn more about the fighting methods and combat effectiveness of these orcs. The one who challenged the city seemed to have a certain status among the orcs. If he could capture

It is possible to get more information about the orcs from the other party.

This estimated figure is of course not accurate, but Alonsos somehow feels that it is not bad.

"My name is Uther." The young knight saw Durotan's confusion and took the initiative to say again: "A disciple of Archbishop Alonsos of Stratholme Church."

Although the other side has stopped invading, it doesn't look like they are giving up the war and choosing to coexist peacefully with them.

The Dragon Tower is in the area where the orcs are. No matter what, this tower does not allow any mistakes. In other words, even if the orcs give up the attack, Lordaeron must take the initiative to attack the opponent.

Drive them away. At least drive them away from the Dragon Tower. And the portal that transports the orcs into this world must be closed.

When the young knight found that he could not comfort the horse under him in a short period of time, and was at a disadvantage when facing the agile white wolf, he simply jumped off the horse, and the battle on horseback turned into a battle on land.

Stratholme.

A large amount of supplies and troops entered Stratholme City with his arrival, nipping out the budding chaos in Stratholme at an early stage. The Palace Mage Group also had at least twenty powerful mages coming with them, as a

The power of magic.

"That's great! Where are you from? Why are you invading our human kingdom, Lordaeron?" The young knight raised the warhammer in his hand, pointed at Durotan and asked again.

"Durotan, son of Galada of the Frostwolf Clan." Durotan understood Uther's words and thought that this was a necessary procedure between human duels. Orcs have always respected this kind of ritual battle.

Even though this ritual procedure has nothing to do with orcs.

Sunwell.

They didn't come here to start a war with the elves.

Although he really wanted to lead the Warsong Clan into a head-on fight with those elves, but not now. With only some elite warriors from the Warsong Clan and Shadowmoon Clan, he didn't expect to be able to attack head-on with just the few men he had.

The next kingdom of elves.

But as the most trusted clan chief under the high priest, he had to obey orders and follow Held's wishes to do another thing with Ner'zhul.

The orcs around him scattered and surrounded Durotan, but they did not rush up with him immediately. They just kept a close eye on the knights except the young knights, wary of them intervening in this one-on-one battle.

So in just a short period of time, watching Uther struggling to resist Durotan's attack, everyone watching this battle could already see who had the upper hand.

"Do we want to respond?" The young knight tightened the sledgehammer and shield in his hands, he was a little eager to give it a try.

"Uther." The young knight looked at the orc who jumped down on his own initiative and did not want to take advantage of him, and he felt a little fondness in his heart.

After all, the orcs are now in the middle between the two, and it is difficult to say whether the other side will sweep into the Elf Empire.

"The war is coming." Alonsus said pitifully. During this period, Stratholme welcomed a large number of human escapees, and these escapees brought a certain amount of chaos and pressure to Stratholme. Fortunately,

The Kingdom of Lordaeron has a fairly deep foundation, and as the king, Terenas is no longer foolish. Instead, he remains shrewd.

Even if the horse under the command of the young knight is a good horse, it still has to obey the biological instinct of fear when facing a more powerful predator.

"If I guess correctly, this is a provocation." Bishop Alonsus narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw the plan of those orcs.

Durotan frowned and looked at the knight.

The mages from Dalaran are arriving. The gryphon messengers from Lordaeron are also quickly reporting information to the elves in Quel'Thalas, the human allies.

The knights and orcs dispersed in a tacit understanding, creating a relatively spacious battlefield for the two of them. While each was wary of the other, they also paid close attention to the battle on the field.

Even if he failed, he could have a clearer and more accurate criterion for judging the opponent's combat effectiveness against the orcs. He knew that the elite army under Tenaris had fought against this group of orcs, but this did not affect his desire to see it with his own eyes.

Take a look.

The city gate opens.

Seeing the human knight standing guard on the ground, Durotan also jumped off the white wolf and stood in front of the young knight.

Of course, what still needs to be clarified is how these orcs used the Dragon Tower to open the portal!

Did they gain control over a certain level of the Dragon Tower by some means? Or was there some unknown change in the unexplored areas of the Dragon Tower?

"Can you understand our language?" When the young knight saw that the orcs on the opposite side did not take the lead in starting a fight, his heart moved as he sat on the horse, and he asked loudly.

"Of course, I will try my best to let you see more information and insights." As he said, the young knight added: "I will not be reluctant to fight. If you feel that the fight needs to be terminated, I will immediately abandon the fight and come back.

"

"The power of holy light!" Bishop Alonsus saw the radiance emerging from his disciple, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. He had already recognized the power represented by that brilliance!

"Come again!" Uther shouted to the silent Durotan.

"I understand." Ner'zhul nodded, his eyes looking at the soft, yet extremely tough piece of meat in his hand that was trembling gently in his palm.

The white wolf's huge body dodges nimbly in the space. Its movements are faster and more dexterous than those of horses. Coupled with its deterrence as a predator, it only takes a few short confrontations for the white wolf to dodge.

The young knight's horses were disturbed and lost control.

ah!

After being hit by a fist on the shield, Uther, who was knocked into the air with the shield by a huge force, let out a roar after landing, and a golden light illuminated his body and weapons, letting him see

It looks like a little golden man wearing golden armor.

"I said, the Warsong Clan will help you get rid of all the blockers. But if we can, we don't need to conflict with this group of elves. As long as the goal is achieved, they will become one of us sooner or later. The high priest has already made plans

Their future." Grommash grinned a slightly ferocious smile.

Although Durotan did not wear armor, the orcs' natural strength and thick skin and muscles were naturally a layer of defense. They advocated bloody and bloody battles. Many of the clans even advocated pain, especially in battle.

pain.

"Where are those elves? From the information we collected, this is the territory of those elves. They have powerful arcane power." Ner'zhul asked.

"Then let's go. I will help you solve and stop all troubles." Grommash put the battle ax on his shoulders and said in a comprehensive manner. "We only need to do what the high priest ordered.

, you can resign."

"I have no obligation to answer your questions. If you want to know, just defeat me first." Durotan said, taking the lead in charging without waiting for the young knight to answer.

"Let me fight, teacher." the young knight said.

The veins of flesh and blood appeared on the piece of meat, and blue-black raised blood vessels spread all over the body. It looked like the heart of a beast. Ner'zhul, who held it in his hand, felt as if he was holding it in his hand.

Looking at a wild beast that could devour him at any time.

Ner'zhul gave his own evaluation in his mind. If possible, he would not want to have even the slightest contact with this piece of meat. He would even stay away from it.

"Is that the orcs? There are so many of them!" The young knight, wearing heavy plate armor and carrying a hammer and shield, looked at the rolling camp in the distance and the orcs walking around like ants inside, feeling a little amazed and nervous.

What's more, it is impossible for Lordaeron to coexist peacefully with the other party.

As for combat experience?

Compared to the equally young Uther, Durotan's growth in Draenor was always accompanied by disputes. As the first clan to surrender to the high priest, they fought against many clans that were unwilling to join, and together with the orc army

Destroyed the ogre capital.

The two collided again.

Alonsos Faol stood on top of the city and looked at the orc camp stationed in the distance. The endless tents made him feel a little heavy. Judging from the scale of the camp, the number of orcs was now almost 30,000.

About one hundred thousand.

"I will give you the manpower ready to respond, and let the mages be ready to activate magic at any time. What I need to remind you is, don't get caught up in the frenzy of battle. You should know what you are doing and what you need to do.

." Bishop Alonsos was silent for a moment, nodded slightly under the bright eyes of the young knight, and reminded him.

However, the next moment, Uther, including Alonsos on the city wall and other people who knew the Holy Light, also opened their eyes wide. They saw from the orc named Durotan that it was even more blazing than Uther.

And the rich golden light, the familiar power fluctuation, made Uther, who was close at hand, subconsciously widen his eyes.

"Why do you also have control over the Holy Light?" Uther lost his voice.

"This is the power given by the high priest!" Durotan replied calmly.

PS: Thanks to classmate Jingjing Defeng for the reward.

(End of chapter)