The humans of Azeroth have been exposed to the Light much longer than Carlos once thought.

Far before the Arathor Empire was founded, and humanity was still in the age of primitive settlements, some people had already encountered angels with geometric shapes and endless light in their dreams.

Priests were the first to use the Light with common sense, but they are only porters of the Light, using the Light's own qualities to wash away the pain and soothe the anxiety of the sick.

The appearance of the paladin is the first time that human beings have truly understood the power of the Holy Light with common sense, and the first time that the nature of the Holy Light has been studied with common sense.

The Light is the most primordial and purest force in the universe.

Whether it was the Wings of Light or the Holy Shield Technique, whether it was the Evil Breaking Slash or the Holy Light Impact, Carlos suddenly woke up in the use of it again and again, in the thoughts of the night and night.

It's not the arcane energy used by mages, changing the tricks of flowers, the holy light is the holy light, neither great nor humble.

Whether you see it or not, the Light is there.

Whether you 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 duel between order and chaos, then the Light and the Shadow are the most primitive manifestation of this conflict. In the face of such a majestic shore that cannot be seen in its entirety and its origin, what skills do you need?

It's right!

This is the essence of the Abundance of Light.

When Carlos continued to release the excess holy light in his body, the huge amount of holy light power caused a qualitative change by quantitative changes, and instead of disappearing in the space, it became more and more intense with Carlos as the center.

Or rather, like frozen water, this amount of Holy Light itself has become like a core, beginning to absorb the power of order in a free state.

The illusion of lightness, the inextinguishable rampantness.

In the center of the Holy Light Storm Circle with a diameter of more than three hundred meters, Carlos raised his arm, and the direction the giant sword pointed was the direction from which the orcs came.

No one in my field can surpass my speed!

There are reckless and arrogant orcs who have stepped into the realm of the Holy Light, and before they understand what is happening, they have already been in a different place, and the rich Holy Light does not distinguish between humans and orcs, healing all wounds.

The end result is even greater suffering.

This circle, which raged with the storm of holy light, became a forbidden area for life, a place where the most merciful Grim Reaper rested, and orcs were not allowed to pass through.

Such a dazzling light and shadow effect attracts the attention of all living beings around them.

Orcs who were stimulated by bloodthirsty impulses constantly set foot in Carlos's realm, but none of them were able to take a second step, and in the storm of holy light, Carlos seemed to ignore the distance of space, and slashed in all directions.

For a time, the orc army in this direction was blocked by Carlos alone.

But orcs are not stupid, or rather stupid long ago buried by Draenor's harsh life.

Soon, at the commander's behest, the orcs changed their route and tried to bypass Carlos.

I didn't hold on for even three minutes, and I really didn't have a bump man's life......

Arriving in the form of Naru as a human, Carlos' will is being assimilated by the Light.

Although it has not yet reached the limit of will collapse, the orcs have changed their tactics, and it is no longer useful to insist.

So Carlos let go, and a huge storm swept up the volcanic dust that had accumulated in the burning plains for hundreds of years, obscuring the sky and the sun.

In the distance, Orgrim, who was observing the battlefield, watched everything, but did not care.

Carlos may be strong, even stronger than himself, and Ogrim has never been a blind and arrogant person, and he has no doubt about it.

But as long as the limits of human beings are not broken, in such a battlefield, the strength of the individual is not enough to compensate for the disadvantage of the whole.

The great chief of the tribe took the trumpet and sounded the last sorrow himself.

The meaning of this melody is to leave no living mouth.

In the afterglow of dusk, the great chief of the tribe demanded that many orc warriors fight to the end even at night until one side is dead and wounded.

While Carlos was kicking up a cloud of dust, Tulayan took the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on the rear of the Horde.

The Horde's empty rear could not stop Tulayan, who was determined to kill, and Orgrim stood on a high post and noticed the human force about eight hundred meters away.

"Kill them all."

Giving orders to his own guards, the most elite warriors of the Blackstone clan left their Great Chief for the first time and headed in the direction of Tulayan.

In the dust, Carlos's body felt no fatigue, and it seemed to be about to fly, but his spirit was indescribably tired.

It cannot be said that it is tired, but rather a calm similar to a meditative state.

Sure enough, there is no power in the world without a price.

Taking a small step forward with difficulty, Carlos, who was out of the state of the holy light, couldn't grasp the strength for a while, and he stumbled to one knee.

The storm of light came and went as fast as it came, and the large pieces of sand and stones lost their wind, and slammed under the metal armor like a space, bringing a whooshing sound. The dust in the sky is flying or falling, and the afterglow of the setting sun once again fills the heavens and the earth.

What is that guy doing?

Didn't Orgrim understand that the human was making such a big battle just to blow a gust of wind?

Inexplicable human ......

But Carlos, who fell to his knees, felt the shaking of the earth, but laughed with relief.

It's done!

Ogrim, who was obscured by the smoke and dust, didn't notice it first, and it was already too late.

The orc army that was pinned down by Carlos and did not defeat the alliance in the first place was only a few minutes too late.

The Iron Rider of the Alliance has arrived.

As the 30,000 iron horsemen galloped, the ground began to shake rhythmically, and the beating of the sand and gravel seemed to be singing.

Da Da Da, the first horse to break out of the smoke and dust, is the knight of the alliance who holds the flag high.

"For the Alliance!"

There was a huge cheer, and although the infantry in the bitter battle didn't know what was happening, how uplifting the battle cry was!

"For victory!"

Carlos struggled to stand up, there was not a single friendly army within a hundred meters of him, nor any enemy, there was only a circle of dead corpses around, dragging a few orc remains to pile up, standing on top and seeing, the blue torrent of the alliance had begun to cut the flanks of the tribe, and the orcs who were fighting in front had no idea what was going on behind them.

It shouldn't be!

But whatever!

Carlos' surging passion diluted the calm of the Light.

Clenching the hilt of his sword, Carlos rushes forward, and in the final battle, he wants to enjoy the victory!

And the hill where Orgrim is located, although the number of orcs is far more than Tulayan's manpower, the hidden archmage Khadgar plays a huge role, in the face of the power of magic, the orcs can't resist, under the protection of his teammates, the archmage is fearless.

At a distance of 800 meters, Tulayan was so strong that Orgrim had to face up to the decapitation squad that looked like a death squad. By the time the great chieftain of the tribe discovered the anomaly on the battlefield, it was already too late.

In just a few minutes, the Alliance came from the brink of collapse to glorious glory, and Orgrim saw the Alliance's Endless Iron Rider and Tulayan's Urging Blade behind it.

All this is absurd to a third-rate screenwriter......