Of course, the complaint of who put the holy light to give a blessing to whom was just a joke, and Mishan also felt that even if he took a mace to add a blessing to Greenhill, who suddenly released the holy light, the final broken would definitely be a mace.

Mi Shan, whose eyesight quickly recovered, saw at least a few dozen sneak attackers wearing black cloaks all over their bodies, trying to play the role of villains, most of them lying on the ground and rolling back and forth with their eyes covered.

At the same time, Mishan also knew why he only heard the sound of the bowstring ringing, but not the sound of the arrow hitting.

A barrier that cannot be seen or touched, but can be felt, protects the rice shan.

"Protecting the blessing?" Looking at the few green arrows that landed at his feet, relying on the experience in the game, Mishan immediately knew that what was put on him was a protective blessing that could be immune to all physical attacks for a certain period of time.

To make sure that it was this skill again, Mishan glanced over his head.

Sure enough, a crown of brilliant light floated quietly above his head.

Regardless of the version, the Paladin will always be the actor class in the world of Azeroth.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed to be discovered, and most of the combat power was abolished by the opponent at once.

The only three men in black who were still standing let out a shrill roar.

Hearing the voice of the man in black who seemed to be the leader, Greenhill frowned slightly, because the language used by the other party seemed to have heard somewhere, but she couldn't remember.

Before Greenhill could find the language from memory, the men in black who had been blinded when they came up heard the roar and struggled to retreat in all directions.

It looks like it's going to run away.

Seeing that the other party wanted to escape, Greenhill, who didn't plan to let the tiger return to the mountain and lure the snake out of the hole, directly pulled out the long sword on his waist, raised his finger to the sky and shouted:

"No one can escape in the face of a just ruling!"

In an instant, those men in black from top to bottom, from left to right, from front to back, all found that they couldn't escape.

The three men in black of the leader continued to roar a few times, but it was a pity that the "no escape" power that directly acted on the rules made these men in black who received the order to retreat struggle in place.

A fair trial of the group was not the end, Greenhill's fingers gently wiped the blade of the longsword in his hand, but the ordinary quality of the longsword emitted a thin layer of light under Greenhill's movements.

Obtained a temporary enchantment inflicted Holy Light damage.

Before Greenhill planned to chop up the sneak attackers before the Blessing of Protection statute expired, Rice Shan asked curiously:

"I remember the Seal of Justice was canceled, right?" To be precise, all the Holy Seal systems have been canceled.

"It's just a relatively outdated, cost-effective skill, and it's still an adult who can use it." Mishan's order is above all else, and Mishan's questions need to be answered at the first time, Greenhill explained:

"What about this?" Misr asked, pointing to the glowing sword in Greenhill's hand.

When will the paladins of Azeroth also know holy swordsmanship, isn't this the paladin skill in DND?

"This is the Seal of Justice, Your Excellency." Greenhill explained.

"Oh, got it, go ahead." Mishan was stunned for a moment and then spoke.

watched as he rushed into the pile of men in black to chop melons and vegetables...... (Literally, without any artistic processing)

None of the men in black are the opponents of Greenhill's moves, the only regret is that the weapons in Greenhill's hands are relatively short, if it is a two-handed giant sword or a two-handed hammer, it is estimated that three or four men in black will have to be hung up after sweeping.

Looking at Greenhill in the real Azeroth Warriors, Mishan once again sighed that a game is a game, and reality is reality.

Both of Greenhill's abilities were removed from earlier versions of the game.

But Greenhill can still use it very flexibly, which shows that the progress of technology does not make you abandon the skills of the past in reality, but that the skills of the past are not as good as the current skills.

However, it also depends on special circumstances, such as a fair trial that makes it impossible for the "monster" to escape (if it will), and the Righteous Seal that attaches a holy damage to every attack, which is still very useful when abusing vegetables.

By the time all the minions had been hacked to death, Greenhill's dangerous gaze shifted to the three slightly higher-ranking leaders.

The three black-clad commanders, who knew that they were definitely no match for them, let out an even more piercing roar at the same time, and then, with the same movement, took out the dagger at their waists, raised it high, and stabbed it hard at their own heart.

Mishan and Greenhill, who didn't expect the other party to be so strong, were stunned for a moment, and didn't wait for these two guys to express their opinions.

The bodies of the three black-clothed commanders, who were so strong that they committed suicide directly, suddenly twitched.

Immediately after, whether it was the three leaders of the men in black who had just committed suicide, or the melons in black that were cut down by Greenhill, they all stood up one after the other in a very weird, as if the joints were misaligned.

"Oh, I know what language they speak." Greenhill, who returned to Misrance's side, patted his head and said.

"Language?" Yoneshan was stunned.

"Well, the language used by the leader of the other party when he commanded just now was the ancient Eldraine language, which gradually evolved from the ancient Zerg language, and now there are only two forces in the entire Azeroth that speak this language, and one of them is about to be wiped out."

Greenhill spoke.

"Gu Eldraine? Those spider-men? Wait a minute...... So these guys are ......" As a veteran player for more than ten years, Greenhill said one word, and Mishan deduced the cause and effect: "Undead natural disaster?" ”

"My lord, this garbage, which can't even compare to grass covers, is not considered an undead scourge now." Greenhill spoke sarcastically as he assessed the enemies who had given up their lives to become undead.

What is the confidence that gives these guys that they can better deal with a ...... after becoming undead? Paladin?

"Oh yes, now they should be called the Cult of the Damned...... Anyway, doesn't the plot of Warcraft 3 take place in Lordaeron in the north? Why do I meet ...... in Stormwind City" and attack himself, Misson thought a little speechlessly.

"My lord, if you wish, I can go to that frozen wasteland right now and take off the frozen crown of Naozu and present it to you."

Greenhill began, "But before I do, allow me to clean up this little filthy little mess." ”

The long sword pointed flat, and the power of the holy light escaped from Greenhill's body.

When he spoke again, Greenhill's voice became ethereal and ethereal.

"Filthy and filthy undead, what kind of courage does it make you dare to stand before the last Great Crusade."

"What kind of courage does it make you dare to face the terminator of death, to face the light of dawn."

"Lava freezes in my gaze, dragons tremble beneath my feet, and wriggling ancient gods whisper my name in the endless void."

"I am the conqueror of Naxxramas! Defender of the Heavenly Yard! The Terminator of the Annihilation! Guardian of the Shattered World! Savior of Azeroth! ”

"Disperse, undead! Even your fallen kings! Nor is he qualified to face my wrath! ”

The second time is full of speeches and ethereal voices, if the local residents hear it, there will definitely be a sense of incomprehension.

Even the glorious deeds that belong to him and her in Greenhill's words are the future that has not yet happened.

But the power of the rich holy light emanating from Greenhill's body was completely unpretentious.

It's a pity that these words are not the same thing in the ears of Mishan as a player.

When he was young, Misr would still play games with a special feeling: "I am the silver-gray Greenhill, the enforcer of pale justice......"

After all, people are not in vain teenagers...... However, for Mi Shan, who has already been established, his character repeats this kind of middle two lines like this.

This can almost be regarded as a shameful PLAY of public execution.

Mishan, who was eager to find a crack in the ground to get into, didn't see the staggering undead accompanied by Greenhill's ethereal voice, and his pace gradually slowed down, and wisps of ash burned on his body.

As the echoes of the ethereal voice in the night forest gradually dissipated, the undead walked into the end that the dead deserved.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.