Menethil's Power

Chapter 264 The Warmth of the Holy Light

The Burning Legion does have space-level battleships, but at this point in time they will not use them to deal with Azeroth. After all, in some respects, portals are much more convenient than spaceships.

At this time, the spaceship in the sky is not the dark green appearance of the Legion Star Destroyer, it even has four huge turbines, which looks very backward.The eredar mage immediately understood that this was a new enemy.

Then he suddenly felt an extreme sense of crisis, almost without thinking, a dark green fel energy shield emerged on his body.

However, it was of no use. An extremely dazzling light beam fell from the sky, pierced through the eredar wizard's chest almost without any hindrance, and nailed him to the ground.The dazzling light gradually dissipated, revealing the main body in it - a handsome silver-white long sword.

Then there was an equally dazzling ray of light, a figure like a god of war descended from the sky, and landed in front of Cirvanas. His whole body exuded an astonishing aura of holy light, and his whole body was wrapped in a light-forged energy battle armor. It was six blazing white awn wings, this kind of ribbon-like energy wings lightly brushed over Cirvanas' face, almost without any tactile sensation.

Vereesa and Lilas were already stunned by this sudden scene, and even Cirvanas was astonished in her heart. She didn't understand how divine the existence in front of her was, but at least a little It can be confirmed that he should not be an enemy.

The warrior of the Holy Light who appeared suddenly pulled out his weapon from the eredar mage, and the wound that the sword pierced through the demon was now platinum-gold, proving that the divine power still remained, tormenting the demon's soul .The warrior of the holy light stretched out his left hand, and the holy power turned into an invisible hand to lift up the body of the eredar wizard. The demon's expression was very painful, as if he was suffocating.

"Your name." The Warrior of the Light's voice was ruthlessly hollow.

"Langinul Phiplas," said the eredar mage with difficulty.

"Who is your master? To what extent have you invaded this world?"

Archmage Aery suddenly smiled ferociously, "You don't want to get any secrets from me. You will be destroyed, lackey of the Holy Light! Long live Kil'jaeden!" His eyes began to burst into fierce green light, and At the same time, cracks began to appear on the body—any eredar mage clearly realized that they would never be spared their lives, so they would use various means to avoid being captured, and Langinur was so cruel that he blew himself up directly of fel energy, attempting to perish with the enemy.

However, neither verbal nor actual threats seem to be able to make the Warrior of the Holy Light have the slightest emotional fluctuations. A blazing golden flame began to burn on the almost shattered Eredar mage, and this flame quickly covered the evil energy The burst of miserable green light finally disappeared into nothingness.

Seeing such a powerful enemy annihilated in a few minutes, both Lilas and Vereesa couldn't help showing awe, while Cirvanas' eyes were a little more fearful, her paralyzing curse had almost completely faded at this time , but she did not reveal this situation, but still pretended to be completely incapacitated.

This is the caution that a ranger who has experienced many battles must have.

The Warrior of the Holy Light turned around, his face was hidden under the visor, the gap in the visor was pitch black, and nothing could be seen, he stretched out his hand to Cirvanas who was still half kneeling on the ground, as if to Help her up.

"Are you all right?" the Holy Light Warrior asked.

This sentence, which was supposed to express concern, seemed weird with the empty sound mix. Cirvanas shook his head, still cautiously not touching the palm wrapped in the energy armor.

"It's fine, it seems that my time is just right." The Holy Light Warrior said, his voice gradually changed from a hollow echo to a real baritone, and at the same time, the light-forged armor and the six glowing wings gradually melted. For a little bit of starlight to dissipate, revealing a face that is handsome by human standards but very ordinary in the eyes of elves.And this face gave the three Windrunners an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Vereesa was the first to react, and the elf girl suddenly became extremely surprised, "You are Isaacs! Holy Light! You saved us again!"

The elf girl has already begun to thank the Holy Light.

Rillas on the side suddenly realized and showed a happy smile. His impression of Isaacs was still at the age of 12. Only then did Rillas remember that eight years were just a repetition of a thousand years of peaceful life for the elves. But it is enough to make human beings grow from youth to youth.

"Actually, I don't need your rescue. This demon overestimates the power of his curse. I can completely kill him when he's careless." Cirvanas said, but he still had a hard-spoken feeling. I don't know if it's because of reluctance to admit defeat or because she doesn't want to owe favors, but at this moment she is very relieved to hand over to Isaacs and let him help her up.

"It seems that I'm still a little self-indulgent, but it's fine." Isaacs smiled, and she wouldn't be able to expose Cirvanas' little arrogance.

On the Hyperion, Nathanos looked at the scene below, with mixed emotions in his heart. He was happy that Cirvanas survived, but also had a different kind of sour feeling rolling in his chest. If he could If so, he certainly hopes that he is the one who protects the goddess...

"Hey! Dude, it's time to act!" Someone suddenly patted Nathanos on the shoulder heavily, interrupting his sentimentality. Only then did the ranger realize that the ship he was on was already in a combat state.

There was a vibration under his feet. This was the artillery of the ship firing. For the first time, Nathanos knew that his compatriots used gunpowder instead of bows and arrows. A row of cannons was installed on the deck, and the dwarves and human gunners manipulated them. With this weapon tilting the ammunition down crazily, the rate of fire is dozens of times that of the longbow.

The sergeants beside him in pitch-black middle armor were the Punishment Legion that Nathanos had seen before, the prince's direct lineage, an army of all clergymen.At this time, these people began to gather below the deck, and several people squeezed over and wrapped Nathanos, who merged into the steel tide before he could react.

After going down several steps, it seemed that he had reached the bottom of the cabin. Nathanos was suddenly asked to put on a backpack, and then the bottom of the first half of the cabin suddenly opened, and the first group of soldiers of the Punishment Legion jumped down immediately.

Nathanos felt incredible, what is this doing?Jumping from such a height is uncomfortable even for a hero-level fighter. Could it be that you want to drop a human bomb?

The people behind began to push and push, but Nathanos resisted. Of course, this resistance was useless. He couldn't stop the power of dozens of paladins at all. After a few seconds, the ranger was squeezed out. Start doing free fall.

Extreme panic eroded Nathanos' heart, and when he couldn't help shouting, he suddenly heard a voice, "Open your parachute bag!"

Parachute bag?Only then did Nathanos remember what they put on his back before, his hand could just touch a rope, so he pulled hard without thinking, and "bang" a white round parachute flew from his back. Stretching out quickly slowed his fall to safety.

Nathanos stared blankly, and there were countless white parachutes like him in his field of vision. Even the war machines called "punisher tanks" by those soldiers were tied with three large parachute bags for airdrop , Recalling his embarrassment just now, Nathanos suddenly felt a little funny.

The subtle jealousy towards the prince of Lordaeron that had been hidden in his heart had disappeared without a trace. Nathanos suddenly understood that even if he was appreciated by the high elves, even if he became a ranger or even a ranger lord, his Inwardly, he is still just the farmer of Marris Farm.

He still has a lot to learn.

Nathanos lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

On the ground, Cirvanas naturally also noticed the Hyperion, which was constantly tilting its fire towards the ground, "Is that...your ship?" She asked a little dullly.

"Yes, the Hyperion, my ship." Isaacs nodded without saying much.

Cirvanas suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. This world is really too crazy. Eight years ago, Lordaeron was just an ordinary medieval country that didn't even have the most basic magic technology, but now it has such A huge floating battleship: Eight years ago, the young man was just kneading dough in her hands. Eight years later, the human youth in front of her has become an existence that she must look up to. An epic-level paladin, almost the pinnacle of mortals , perhaps only the late Thalorian can compare with him.

He is only 20 years old, is it true that all human beings are monsters?
All in all, a strong ally is a good thing after all, which means that the possibility of her success in revenge against those demons will be greatly increased.Sylvanas was about to return to her team to command the next battle, but was suddenly held back by Isaacs.

"No need to go, my subordinates should be enough to deal with these enemies." Isaacs said, he just clamped Cirvanas' arm armor with three fingers, and the latter couldn't break free for a while, "Your injury It is already very serious, and if it is not dealt with, there will be great sequelae.”

His gaze fell on Cirvanas' waist, the silk gauze had been completely soaked in blood at this moment, and at the same time, because of being reactivated by the eredar wizard, dark veins spread from the wound to the surroundings, Elf Ruxue's skin looked particularly terrifying.

Cirvanas just stood motionless, allowing Isaacs to observe.

"Be patient, it may hurt a little." Isaacs said in a low voice. He untied the silk bandage around the female elf's waist, but he didn't touch her skin. There is no doubt that Isaacs's heart has been in these years A lot more mature, and he knows where a true gentleman stops.

Cirvanas' wound has turned pure black, and there are bursts of rancid smell. The energy that invades this wound includes death, shadow, and evil energy. Generally speaking, it will be difficult to deal with, but as far as Isaacs is concerned, This is not a problem.

He stretched out his left hand and covered the wound with a few centimeters of space, and also did not touch Cirvanas' body. He was no longer that crappy nurse who would cause extreme pain with healing spells, Silver The hand made up for his last short board, allowing him to master the last seal of mercy, and learning all the seals is the main criterion for judging promotion to the epic rank.

The bright light gradually covered the pitch-black wound, Cirvanas closed his eyes slightly, and suddenly let out a moan. If the curse between the two is the coldness that spreads all over the body, then this time it is a hot one. A sense of comfort suddenly filled his entire body, even with Cirvanas' willpower he couldn't completely resist this pleasure.

This is a completely different concept from traditional healing. Any healing spell other than the red dragon will more or less stimulate the subject's vitality to recover from the injury. It takes a while to recuperate, and it is accompanied by a strong sense of discomfort.Obviously, the Silver Hand can completely eliminate this side effect, and it can guarantee a [-]% conversion efficiency of holy light.

Those black veins that spread out were removed one by one, and when the golden light covering the wound dissipated, what was exposed was delicate and intact skin, as if the terrible wound never existed.

Cirvanas opened her eyes, and a blush appeared on her face, which was extremely bright.

"Sister, you are so beautiful." Vereesa looked like a nympho.

Isaacs's expression suddenly became a little weird. Vereesa's words seemed a bit wrong. After all, everyone knew that the three Fengxing sisters were almost all carved out of the same mold.

(End of this chapter)