Sylvanas looked desperately at the tall white-haired knight who jumped off her horse in front of her, after continuous high-intensity battles, her physical strength had been exhausted, and the magic power in her body had long been exhausted, not even half of the arrows in the quiver were left.

All she had left was the scarred hunting bow in her hand.

"Is this the end of it?"

"No, that's just the beginning!" Arthas raised the Frost Grief in his hand and pointed it at Sylvanas in front of him, he admired the ranger general of Silvermoon City, who would be another formidable force for the Scourge to help him fulfill the Lich King's orders.

Just as Arthas was about to stab Frostmourn into the Ranger General's body, a force he knew and now hated smashed into him.

The sheer amount of light forced him to retreat and defend against the Frost Sorrow in his hand.

Clang!

There was a deafening bang, followed by a huge explosion of the power of holy light on the frost sorrow held in Arthas's hand, and the strong energy blast forced Arthas to continue to retreat, retreating a few meters before he regained his shape, and at the same time saw clearly the person who was attacking him.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the young human who suddenly appeared in front of him, Arthas realized that he didn't know each other at all, and the pink one-handed hammer that he had just parried with Frost Sorrow flew back into the hands of the young human under the effect of the Holy Light.

From that moment of air-to-air fighting, Arthas realized that he had encountered a very strong enemy, and this battle would probably not be easier than the one with Uther.

The frost sorrow in his hand tightened his grip, and the runes on the blade began to emit a faint blue light, Arthas didn't wait for the other party's answer, but he didn't care about these things.

"No matter who you are, whoever stands in front of me will only have one ending."

Davy, who used the Avenger's Hammer to shake Arthas flying and saved the Ranger General Sylvanas, was looking at the Death Knight in front of him.

That's right, Arthas at this time is just a death knight under the Lich King, and has not yet become a Lich King who has been killed by countless players and repeatedly killed indiscriminately.

At this time, Arthas still maintained the appearance of a human, and it can be seen that this is a tall and strong handsome guy, but after becoming a death knight, his body exudes a cold and dead aura, which makes people feel uncomfortable to look at.

When he was looking at the former Prince Lordaeron, who was extremely popular in his previous life, he suddenly heard the other party's words, so he casually shot back: "I can't think of it!" You, the dignified Prince of Lordaeron, the first in line to the throne of the kingdom, and the future King of Lordaeron, actually ran away to be a dog...... Or the lackeys of the Burning Legion......"

Before David's words could be finished, Arthas had already rushed forward with Frostmourn in both hands, and the big sword in his hand slashed directly at David's head.

Just looking at Alsace's expression, he didn't seem to be affected in any way; But from his actions, we can see how much of an impact David's casual words had on this extremely proud prince.

Otherwise, in his previous style, when encountering a powerful warrior, the first choice is to transform it into an undead creature to enhance the combat power of the Scourge Legion.

Now I'm running my head at the beginning, obviously ruling out this option.

"Hey, in a hurry?"

A layer of holy light flashed on David's body, and although it only lasted for two seconds before it shattered under the full force of Frostmourn's slash, Arthas did not continue his slash, but decisively dodged backwards, perfectly avoiding a pillar of fire that fell from the sky.

"Sacred fire? Priest? ”

Theoretically, followers of the Light use the power of the Light, such as the Paladin, who were first transferred from the priesthood.

But after so many years of development, many paladins are no longer the kind of people who changed careers, and basically trained and taught according to the paladins from the very beginning.

Arthas, for example, was initially trained in various aspects of combat, and after being baptized by the Holy Light, he focused on becoming a paladin, and he only knew about the Holy Fire, a skill that only priests would delve into and learn.

Originally, when I saw the other party wearing armor and holding a war hammer, I thought it was a young paladin, but could it be that the other party was actually a priest?

There was no free time for Arthas to analyze slowly, he had just avoided the sacred fire released by David, and before he could stabilize his form, he felt something flying towards him from behind the side.

There was no time to look back, picking up the frost sorrow in his hand and slashing it diagonally behind him, and with another crisp sound, Arthas turned around and saw that a round shield of red and blue color was smashed away by himself.

The crisis was still not resolved, and the round shield that had been smashed by himself returned to the hand of a knight, who was holding a strange war hammer similar to that of the young man before, and rushed towards him.

Flying knees, shield strikes, forty, forty, forty, shield strikes, although a series of combos did not cause any damage to Arthas, but they really made him scramble for a moment, not to mention that the 'priest' next to him also released punishment attacks from time to time, so that he had no way to deal with the opponent in front of him well.

"Are you ......" Sylvanas knelt on one knee, she didn't even have the strength to stand up now, and at this time she could only look up at the strange human who suddenly appeared next to her: "The priest of the kingdom of Lordaeron?" ”

"I'm not a priest of the kingdom of Lordaeron, but I'm here to represent Lordaeron." David glanced at Sylvanas-Windranger who was half-kneeling next to him, "My name is David. ”

"Thank you, David." Sylvanas stood up with her strength, her condition was visibly bad, but she still clenched the hunting bow in her hand with all her might, and at the same time tried to find the right arrow from the ground: "Forgive me for not being able to express my gratitude to you better, I am going to support my men." ”

David looked up, in fact, there was fighting everywhere in this area, and it was not only Sylvanas, the ranger general, who was exhausted of physical strength and ammunition.

Many of Quel'Salas's High Elves fell to the ground, and even if the undead of the Scourge Legion did not mend the sword, in their current state, they would not be able to resist the invasion of the power of death, or they would be transformed into undead creatures in a short time.

"Leave it to me."

"Over to you?"

Sylvanas looked at the young man named David next to him in surprise, he looked young, he should only be in his twenties, right?

Although Sylvanas already knew that David was good through his previous performances, what could he do in the face of such a total rout?

Just as Sylvanas was thinking this, David raised his hand high into the sky, and a bright sun-like holy light was condensed in the raised palm, and then this highly condensed holy light shot straight into the sky, as if establishing a passage between David and the sky.

As the holy light in David's hand emitted an even more brilliant light, even his entire body was wrapped in the holy light, turning into a huge light bulb, and the strong air flow almost blew Sylvanas, who was standing next to him and was in a very poor physical condition, to the ground.

But she couldn't care about her situation anymore, Sylvanas watched in shock as the pillar of light between David and the sky gradually thickened, and the entire sky turned golden, as if it was raining holy light, making the entire battlefield full of rich holy light power.

The elves, who were exhausted and in a terrible state and could only wait for death, found that their bodies were recovering rapidly. The Holy Light Priests who followed the Ranger Force found that the Holy Light in their bodies was recovering at an alarming speed, and the Priests had regained their 'combat effectiveness'.

That's not all, because the Holy Light naturally restrains the undead creatures, those Cataclysmic soldiers who frantically attack the elves, under the illumination of the Holy Light, each of them looks extremely painful, and some weak ghouls are directly purified by the Holy Light that fills the heavens and the earth.

Even a powerful death knight like Arthas felt extremely uncomfortable when he was in this environment full of holy light. Steve, on the other hand, was like a fish back in the water, and he was even stronger.

The Hammer of Redemption in his hand simply turned into a huge light bulb, and every swing carried a powerful power of holy light, and its power was upgraded from the original forty to eighty levels.

What annoyed Arthas the most was the elusive shield, and it was the first time he encountered a paladin who could use the Avenger's Shield skill to such an extent, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

However, it was not the paladin in front of him who really made Arthas feel jealous, but the priest not far away.

In the interval between the battles, Arthas looked at the young priest not far away, was that holy light so powerful that it frightened his heart really a power that humans could grasp?

Similar questions arose in Sylvanas's heart. She was shocked by the strength of this strange young man, she had lived for many years, let alone seen it with her own eyes, she had never even heard of it, someone could possess such terrifying power of holy light.

In a trance, she suspected that it was not Lordaeron's messenger in front of her at all, but the embodiment of the Holy Light......

Sylvanas, who does not believe in the Light, would have such thoughts, and Liadrin, a follower of the Light, had tears in her eyes at this time, and looked at the miracle not far away and whispered: "O Light, you have not abandoned us......

At this moment, David, who had created such an exaggerated scene, was closing his eyes, feeling the seemingly endless power of holy light, and his mind was full of question marks: "When did I become so strong?" ”

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