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Uther felt that the faith he had always believed in was shaken.

Wasn't the Holy Light only supposed to be felt and used by people filled with good qualities such as justice and courage? According to his teacher, Alonsus Faol, this power called Holy Light should never have appeared before.

Even he had only just mastered the Holy Light not long ago. Yet, the other person seemed to be very familiar with this energy and used it even more skillfully than him.

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Thinking further, if the orc named Durotan said that his Holy Light power came from the High Priest, does that mean the High Priest is the source of the Holy Light?

Uther was unwilling to believe this. He preferred to believe that the Holy Light was an energy similar to elemental and arcane energies. The orc's High Priest discovered this energy earlier than his teacher, Alonsus Faol, and put it to use.

Then, is the other party's character noble?

According to the characteristics of the Holy Light, Uther should have believed this, but vaguely, he felt that there was something wrong that he had not yet discovered.

"Being distracted in battle is not an error a qualified warrior should make!"

Just as Uther was thinking, Durotan's strong and powerful body approached him at an even faster speed, and his fist, like it was wearing a golden glove, slammed heavily towards his face.

Uther reacted extremely quickly, raising the shield in his hand to block the punch, but the great force attached to the fist once again caused the entire shield to hit his body. He even heard his bones creaking, making a cracking sound.

Fortunately, the development of the Holy Light was originally for combat and healing. As long as the injury is not fatal, a paladin who has mastered the Holy Light can quickly heal and restore combat power.

Just like now.

His body did receive a great impact, and even the bending of the bones and the blunt trauma of the muscles in the arm holding the shield were instantly soothed and healed by the Holy Light covering his body.

After witnessing Durotan's power and recognizing the gap between him and the opponent, Uther calmed down and stopped being anxious. He completely stabilized himself, using the heavy shield to block Durotan's attacks, and only when necessary would he swing the hammer in his other hand to attack the opponent.

As a shield that can cover the entire body, the heavy shield is extremely protective in addition to being heavy. Without making too many movements, it can easily cover a large area of the body and block the opponent's attacks in a one-on-one situation with just a slight adjustment of the angle.

Having undergone rigorous training and mastered the power of the Holy Light, Uther didn't care about the weight of the shield. Even if he had to hold the shield and fight non-stop for a day and a night without eating or drinking, it wouldn't be impossible for him who was full of energy.

The only thing he was thankful for now was that his shield, armor, weapons, etc., were all forged from the best materials in Lordaeron, and various magic runes were applied to them by court mages. When using energy to activate them, the shield's protection would become even more powerful.

If it were an ordinary iron shield, it would have been smashed to pieces by the opponent's brute force in the fierce confrontation just now. The weapon in the opponent's hand was also not an ordinary product.

Durotan was also a little surprised by Uther's tenacity. Although the opponent's strength was not as good as his, he was like a tortoise shell. No matter how he turned the angle to go around to the back, the opponent could always react in time and block his attack with that shield appropriately. Although he was forced to retreat repeatedly, the opponent was growing at an astonishing speed.

At least now, although the opponent could not give him a threatening counterattack, he was resisting more calmly, and the posture of resistance was adjusted more appropriately. The opponent was constantly adjusting and experimenting through actual combat on how to resist his attack more calmly while saving physical strength and energy with the best angle and strength.

Of course, the opponent's non-ordinary shield and armor were also the key to his ability to persevere until now. Although the axe in his hand could cause damage to the shield, it could not give the shield destructive damage. After the opponent became slippery and even mastered the means of using the shield to deflect force, the damage to the shield became less and less.

But although Uther's adjustment and growth were pleasantly surprising, the gap in strength would not be quickly erased because of this little growth. The opponent was purely because he had a deep foundation but lacked real combat experience. Now he was just transforming the foundation into experience.

The final victory would still be his, Durotan of the Frostwolf Clan!

The growing Uther was just postponing the time of his defeat a little bit. It would not help the real victory in battle. Most importantly, the opponent seemed to have used all his skills and revealed his trump cards, but he, the real power belonging to the current elite orcs, had not been used yet.

"Let Uther come back. Mages, prepare to respond."

Alonsus Faol on the city wall sighed softly. Although Uther, who seemed to be growing and digesting rapidly, was gradually stabilizing the battle, compared to the initial passive beating, he was now able to occasionally give one or two slightly threatening counterattacks while stabilizing the defense.

Everything seemed to be developing in a good direction.

Thinking optimistically, maybe Uther would continue to grow rapidly and engage in a back-and-forth, evenly matched battle with that orc. In that case, the outcome seemed uncertain?

But Alonsus Faol knew his disciple's growth very well, so he also understood that the current Uther had reached the limit of what he could do. Relying on explosive growth and fantasy to gain victory might result in a tragic failure.

If one side has tried its best, but the other side is still at ease and may have more trump cards in hand, then for the sake of prudence, it is of course to stop this battle.

Archbishop Alonsus had already seen what he wanted to see. The orcs' quality, the leader's strength, their discipline and fighting style, etc. If he could win with the goal achieved, if his strength could support him to gain more, then he would of course not hesitate.

But it was obvious that Uther and the others could not do more now.

Somewhat regretful and heavy, but Alonsus was relatively satisfied with this result.

What was regrettable was that he could not observe more. What was heavy was that the quality, discipline, and combat effectiveness of those orcs were somewhat beyond his imagination, making him realize that this was an extremely difficult opponent.

But Alonsus would not be afraid, and he believed that the kings and generals of Lordaeron and other kingdoms would not be afraid either.

Humans have experienced too many wars in the past millennia. No matter how powerful and difficult they are, could they be more desperate and headache-inducing than the Dragon Empire and the Troll Empire back then?

The worst result is just to call for the former alliance again. At least King Terenas has already sent messengers to Quel'Thalas, the human alliance country.

The horn sounded.

Uther understood that this was an order for him to retreat.

Although Durotan did not understand the meaning of the horn, he could analyze and read the other party's thoughts from Uther's actions.

He was going to run away!

This was the information Durotan had read.

Instantly, a surge of anger welled up in Durotan's heart, because before the victory or defeat was decided, the opponent, as an opponent, wanted to retreat, which was shameful in the orc's concept.

Especially in this kind of one-on-one honor duel!

Durotan's face turned cold, and the little appreciation and surprise he had for Uther was replaced by anger. The Holy Light on his body faded in Uther's surprised eyes. Instead, a complex pattern on his arm lit up, and a cold chill permeated the surrounding air, rapidly lowering the surrounding temperature.

Durotan's body and the weapon he was holding were covered with a layer of fine frost. At this moment, Durotan's mind only contained reason and calmness. This state would make him extremely focused in battle and have a high resistance to various bewitching magic and energy. The overflowing frost power could in turn enhance his combat power and weaken the opponent's combat power, allowing Durotan to be at ease and take advantage of the battle, whether it was one-on-one or one-to-many.

Durotan's frost-covered battle axe slammed heavily on the shield that Uther was holding in his hand. The frost power on the axe was like a howling frost magic, instantly spreading in a fan shape to the ninety-degree area in front of him.

Uther's shield was instantly plated with a thick layer of ice, and the shield body was icy cold. The biting coldness attacked Uther's body along the palm holding the shield, making him feel as if the blood all over his body was frozen.

His control over his body began to decrease under the influence of the frost. If it weren't for the Holy Light covering his body, he would have been instantly frostbitten in the previous blow, and then in a very short time, his limbs would have become stiff and even brittle, and then broken like ice.

However, under the opponent's power attack, even if the Holy Light could quickly dispel the coldness inside the body and the various negative effects it brought, the loss of power was inevitably increased.

Durotan's sudden attack caught Uther off guard and exposed many flaws. Uther widened his eyes and watched Durotan take a deep breath. After a brief brewing, he let out an extremely loud roar that contained powerful power.

The surging shock wave, centered on Durotan, spread around like a pillar of light soaring into the sky.

Under this impact, Uther only felt that his whole body had lost control, and his head was buzzing from the impact, and the internal organs of his body were trembling violently under the ravages of the sound waves. Not to mention controlling his body, he was almost directly blown away without any resistance. Those knights who wanted to meet him were instantly knocked over and lost control of their bodies almost at the same time.

Even the white wolves of the Frostwolf Clan jumped to the distance, staggering and softening to the ground, shaking their heads and shaking their heads a little dizzy.

Roar of the Mad Dragon!

It was a combat skill bestowed to the Frostwolf Clan by the High Priest as a reward. According to the High Priest, this was a roar that could only be issued by a mad dragon of the same level as the Scourge Dragon.

It has extremely high requirements on the orc's vocal cords and physical fitness. Even in the Frostwolf Clan, not all orcs of the clan can skillfully control this combat skill. The orcs of the Warsong Clan are extremely envious of this combat skill and are eager to exchange and share it, but they have not yet achieved their wish.

It's not that the Frostwolf Clan is cherishing its broom, but the combat skills are specially bestowed by the High Priest according to their totem power. For example, the Roar of the Mad Dragon, in addition to the physical requirements, also requires precise manipulation and power control. Too rough release will destroy the vocal cords and body of the release before deterring and hurting the enemy. .

Only the Frostwolf Clan, who is rational and calm and can delicately control every ounce of strength in the body, can slowly test out their respective limits little by little without hurting themselves, accurately grasp the release of every ounce of strength, and terminate it at any time if they see something wrong. For this reason, the Warsong Clan has several more dumb orcs. In a tragic case, even the brain was roared out by himself.

The combat skills bestowed to the Warsong Clan are also not blessed by the Frostwolf Clan. After all, to achieve the best destruction, it requires the support of狂热战意, without the support of the Warsong Clan's totem power, the Warsong combat skills are not as harmful as Durotan's axe with the totem power. And if the other party wants combat power, they should not be dominated by狂热战意 in the body and brain. It is incompatible with the Frostwolf Clan and opposes each other.

Durotan walked towards Uther, whose body's nerves were disordered and even the Holy Light power had dimmed a lot.

Archbishop Alonsus on the city wall immediately issued an attack order. The court mages who had been prepared by his side released their long-prepared magic towards the direction where Durotan was.

Fire, thunder.

The dazzling magic rushed towards Durotan. However, faster than the lightning that came out of his hand was a golden wall composed of the purest Holy Light that rose from the ground.

The wall, like a shield, blocked all the magic released from the city wall without any damage. And the wall was still advancing forward at a slow but firm speed in the surprised eyes of Alonsus and others. Even the rain of arrows shot down from the city wall before and after the magic was blocked without hesitation.

With such a delay, Durotan came to Uther's side at this moment, grabbed him and threw him on the white wolf that ran over, jumped up, and rushed towards the orc camp with his captive together with the orc squad.

Alonsus, who could do nothing about the huge Holy Light shield that was comparable to the size of the city wall and was much higher than the city wall, could only watch his disciple be taken back to the orc camp as a prisoner by those orcs.

He never thought that one day, the Holy Light he believed in would in turn be used as the power in the opponent's hand to form obstacles and huge troubles for him.

PS: Thanks to the reward from classmate Quiet Peak.