The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Cough cough."

Arthas coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, looked at the innocent-looking MLM female angel, and felt bad at all.

Putting aside the three weapons that had been thrown away before, he really couldn't stand being forced to speak without his consent.

If this is the road to legend, he would rather die than choose this legendary path.

Wouldn't it be better to proactively choose other legendary paths that won't cause any trouble?

I, a front-line output giant, was turned into a rear-line healer, which is simply a shame for a retribution paladin.

Although the Retribution Paladin has a high healing amount... However, the Holy Paladin's output is a bit high... It seems not bad!

To show that he was following me as the Grand Marshal, Arthas said solemnly, "Now, don't worry about me."

"Even though this is an evil place, I will still..."

Muradin knocked lightly on the ice platform with his war hammer and said, "Kid, please trust us."

"Compared to worrying about you, I believe we are more worried about what evil is up to."

"Holy Light, there is no time to lose! Just drink the medicine."

"Muradin, don't do anything..."

The bright red angry blood rolled, and Daelin, like the dwarf who made the leap of faith, performed the skill of a god descending to earth.

When he jumped down with the arcane rope tied to him, he did not forget to leave a word.

"Holy Light is above us. We cannot afford to delay any longer. It is our duty to defeat evil!"

Hearing these familiar words, Arthas was wondering why he couldn't say them when a mage guard with a solemn face walked out.

Holding a dark gold one-handed axe and wearing a dark gold heavy armor, Osmar grabbed the purple solid rope handed to him by the equally solemn Antonidas and tied it around his waist.

With white air coming out of his mouth, Osmar jumped down and said, "Holy Light is above, and the situation cannot be delayed. We must take the lead for the sake of the alliance!"

Three legendary wizard guards with some holy light, or no holy light, left the crowd.

In the darkness, there were only the silent roars of the undead, the occasional faint war cry that echoed in the empty air, and a little shining color of holy light.

Yet no one sighed for them.

They are the enemy, the legendary wizards, and the only way to defeat them is with force... to defeat them with magic, and to use all your strength to show respect.

Arthas was itching to see the three warriors who bravely jumped off the cliff, but he could not find his beloved hammer and sword.

The power of Menethil, Frostmourne, and even the Scepter of the Nerubian Pope have become part of the Staff of Light in Jaina's hands.

It hurts, it hurts so much, Arthas’s strong heart hurts so much!

This idiot who suddenly grew bigger actually became the ghost of Jaina. How ridiculous!

This is asking me to show off my power in front of others... Wait a minute, am I becoming a mobile charging station for both of them? !

Whoosh, as the holy staff in Jaina's hand danced, the female angel of MLM also danced with a new staff with the power of the holy light of the Holy Light Warrior.

The Three Silver Saints, Gavinrad, Dathrohan, and Tirion, all held their breath and concentrated as they pulled the three constantly shaking ropes steadily.

Even though they were a step behind because of the MLM female angels, they still decided to do their duty and wait for the next batch.

If they had the artifact Ashbringer in their hands, the three brothers could have learned... to be the first warriors to move forward courageously.

A thrilling heart, a steady hand.

All of this proves that even though Alexandros is carrying a holy light sword and releasing multiple types of holy light spells with Isilien and others, his restless heart is still beating.

He has ambition in his heart and strength in his hands, but he lacks an opportunity to serve the Holy Light. It is too difficult for this orthodox paladin to fulfill his desire to fight.

However, there were still some Holy Light believers like him, but because of the sign held by the distressed Grand Mage Romans, they had to maintain the power of the Holy Light.

Don’t be impulsive! Remember not to be impulsive!! Remember not to be impulsive!!!

You all go down, what are we going to do if a demigod of evil beats all the mages who have maxed out their melee skills? !

In order to maintain the so-called dignity... obey the orders of the Grand Marshal, use the power of the blessing of holy light, and cast the light method of destroying evil.

As the evil enemy was trying his best to kill evil, Arthas walked a few steps to the holy representative and whispered in his ear.

"Jaina, what's wrong with you? Which part did you mess up?"

Hearing this question, Jaina narrowed her eyes and glanced at the long ears, as well as a certain type of long ears.

In order to maintain some dignity for the real Grand Marshal, she and a little bit of Piaoxue Void created a silent barrier.

It is not impossible to have a barrier within a barrier. Some mages occasionally have a transparent barrier outside their bodies, and their defensive skills are also maxed out.

Of course, the honorable spirit behind him also hovered in the air, calmly withdrew his fingers that had just touched the edge of the barrier, and quietly tilted his head to look behind him.

When the dedicated spirit angel behind him turned back to his sight, Jaina, who had already turned back, said: "Arthas, the Holy Light is with us."

Arthas remained calm and said, "I know, but how did you do it?"

Through the silent barrier, Jaina waved her hand and rained down the holy light, responding to this slightly silly question with action.

Catching the holy light raindrops, Arthas wondered, "The appearance has changed, but the actual effect has not changed."

"My strength keeps depleting, and I can't get the satisfaction I deserve."

Looking up at the angelic spirit behind him who was silently spreading the rain, Arthas said, "She...how did she do it?"

Giving the man a cold look at the man who had no choice but to drink the medicine, Jaina said, "Please change your mindset, my acolyte."

"What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine."

"I'll use your holy light, you should feel better..."

Raising his hand to cover the priest's mouth, Arthas asked seriously: "Why are you using my Holy Light instead of your magic?"

With two bangs on her hands, as the two holy staffs tapped the foolish knight, Jaina and the spirit behind her sighed in unison.

"According to the messages you posted on your screen, and a certain reminder, the holy light you used has all turned into healing sacred magic."

Looking at the three spirited white-haired elders, Jaina said, "Among the six councilors of the Kirin Tor, the three with white hair are unharmed."

"Master Antonidas, Sister Modera, Mr. Krasus, and everyone else, there are no casualties for now."

"I used your holy light arrows, but they couldn't cause any harm to me or even to the undead."

"The facts are already before you. I will borrow your healing power and give you some blessings of holy light."

Looking at the Finger of Light pressing on Arthas' forehead, Jaina said, "The key is that you are a healer and you have no output!"

"You should know that even your blessing, the blessing of power, can be used for healing~"

He casually condensed a sword of holy light and gave Jaina a healing blow without causing any harm. Then Arthas looked at the contempt hidden in the eyes behind her.

The steel teeth remained steady, the iron fist did not tighten, the eyes were as gentle as water, he slowly retracted the lightsaber, shattered the holy light with one finger, and fell into the so-called silence.

In less than a moment, Arthas looked at the two women with eagle eyes and said, "The Holy Light has betrayed me."

Hearing this, the female angel bent down and took the initiative to use the power of holy light of the person who spoke to condense three pairs of holy light wings for him, which he could not condense at present.

Looking down at the high priest's gesture, the female angel smiled gently, and added three pairs of holy light wings to create a twelve-winged angel.

Returning to their original positions, she and Jaina Yaoyao stretched out their hands and the high priest comforted the twelve-winged aides, and the holy light once again descended on the warriors of holy light.

"Arthas Menethil, now is not your time to shine."

"The blessing of Holy Light has come. Do not be discouraged and do not be blinded by evil. Holy Light will also bless you."

"Look, Arthas Menethil, you are already a qualified high priest. Please do not think about these things that are not suitable for a high priest of Holy Light."

With eyes as gentle as swords, Arthas reached out and took off his wings of holy light and said, "As an acolyte, I cannot bring glory to the world."

"Follow the will of Daelin Proudmoore. I have understood."

“The right people should be in the right positions, just like them, working tirelessly.”

As the silent barrier was broken, Arthas slowly stuffed the Twelve Wings of Holy Light into Jaina's mouth. Like everyone else, he watched her swallow the Holy Light bite by bite.

"Eat slowly, don't rush, I have more."

At this moment, the three silver saints retracted the ropes and said, "Hah!"

Soon, three legendary warriors with weak breath emerged from the abyss glacier and escaped from the dark sea.

After drinking the potion in his hand, Arthas clasped his hands together and said, "Drink, healing Hadouken!"

In view of the inability of the Holy Light to help, he no longer talked about the Holy Light, but focused on treatment.

In addition to the role of Paladin, he always remembered that he was a Death Knight... a Bear Druid, so naturally he knew Rejuvenation.

As a result, roaring golden light bullets shot into the bodies of the three legendary warriors in a timely and efficient manner, quickly dispelling the evil curse on them.

This scene made Jaina turn her head away and look silently at the angel behind her whom she respected.

Her eyes seemed to be saying, how do you do things? You didn't even remind me that there was an injured person?

The female angel shrank back in response to this look, raised her hand and patted her, then turned to look at the real priests who were casting the Holy Light spell again.

What could she do? After the first time, the knight was on guard and could not speak.

Besides, as an angel now, is it really okay for her to keep speaking using the voice of the contractor?

You, the high priest of holy light, use my staff... well, your staff, can't you let me control and speak too?

Guiding the blessing of Holy Light to descend, Jaina silently split her staff and clasped her hands together to indicate that she did not want to do this.

When the holy staffs were united again, Muradin climbed up and said, "Oh my God! I can't believe it."

"We both fell into evil, but why can't I encounter any evil? There are only groups of undead ghosts rushing towards me."

In response to this, Arthas shrugged, silently indicating that he was actually very lucky.

I've been there once. Would the evil not move to another place and stay there waiting for people to come and disrupt the summons?

On the other side, Valenden and Ansrem extended a helping hand to the other two warriors and slowly pulled them up.

"Admiral (Marshal), did you get the stuff?"

When they heard this heart-wrenching question, Dai Lin and Osmar had to shake their heads.

"No, Valenden."

"I am surrounded by six Nathrezim, but I should be only a few steps away from the edge of the formation."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Runewiwohl, but there are too many annoying monsters."

"There is evil in the air, on the ground, and underground. I tried my best but still couldn't find any more clues."

It was already good enough to be able to keep the weapons in their hands. They didn't even see a corner of the evil formation, they just felt some strong aura.

If it weren't for the King of the Hill using the power of thunder to smash the ropes that were trying to cut them, it might have taken the two of them some time.

Not only did the future dwarf prince's strength not decline, he also gained some other powers, which neither of them had expected.

Think about how good an explorer he is in normal times, and how he becomes a thunder controller in the future...with some other powers and knowledge that have never been seen before.

"However, I believe in your magic. The rope shows no signs of breaking and is still so strong."

Hearing the words of the knight who came over, Kael'thas gave him a fiery rope he had just condensed.

After putting the rope in place, Kael'thas asked warmly, "Brother, do you still have strength?"

After drinking a cup of golden potion, Arthas wiped his mouth with his gauntlet and said, "Yes, my strength will not decline."

"Kael'thas Sunstrider, please leave it to me. I will ensure..."

Taking three steps away, Kael'thas threw a flaming arrow downwards and said, "Mr. Mograine, let us see the power of the Ashbringer."

Gripping the blade tightly together with Thalorian beside him, Alexandros replied: "Of course, Your Highness Kael'thas."

"Your Highness Arthas, I will never bring shame to our Knights of the Silver Hand!"

"Lord Salorian, I also want to see the power of Quel'Delar."

With one hand, he secured the blue rope around his waist and reminded him, "Before that, we have to follow them closely."

With a speechless face, Arthas also reminded: "A smart person will naturally remain calm and always take the lead."

Looking at the three warriors who had picked up the ropes that had been tied around their waists, Alexandros found it a little hard to accept that his brothers had abandoned him.

In the so-called dark icy abyss, four dazzling holy lights have lit up, and Alfred, who has penetrated into it, still holds the sword to meet the enemy.

Next to the stunned man, making sure Astalor had a firm hold on the rope, Salorian took a step back and performed a unique leap of faith with an elegant and silent front flip.

The arcane flame followed, which was completely different from the other golden and two-color holy lights and formed its own school.

At the same time, Kael'thas condensed a flaming sword, forcing Arthas to tighten the rope in his hand, and watched him rush into the enemy group with gorgeous phoenix flames.

Amid the cry of the phoenix, Isilien could no longer bear it, and together with Arthas, he sent the Ashbringer into the battlefield with both hands.

As healers, both of them have the power to fight against evil in their hearts, but reality does not allow it.

One of them cast the Holy Light spell in his hand which could transform into a sword or a spear, while the other one pulled two ropes steadily, one for the Elf Prince and the other for the Ashbringer.

"If there is an opportunity, I will try to seize it, old Mograine."

Walking to the side of the person who spoke, Jaina deployed a silent barrier and said, "Now is an opportunity, Arthas."

"After three brave men's trials, we were able to ensure that there was no problem with our temporary idea."

"Now we have a great wizard who has taken the initiative to sacrifice himself to help us open up and stabilize the space nodes below."

"I think we will be able to move to a deeper part of the dark abyss soon, closer to the source of evil."

"You were too impulsive before, which is totally inconsistent with your usual style."

Resisting the urge to knock the Holy Lady High Priestess, Arthas said, "The Holy Light tells me that I must go deeper once."

"With my disturbance, I think the evil will further relax its vigilance."

"Don't make so many excuses, my deacon. Aren't you just blaming me for not opening the door for you in time?"

Standing with his hands behind his back, Arthas said proudly: "No, Master Priest, you are wrong."

"I am just a healer. I don't have the reckless will of the Knight."

Lowering her head, the female angel opened her eyes suspiciously.

She wanted to meet the Lord Knight who had just forcibly blocked the road. Why was he leaving now without taking drugs?

Arthas casually broke the silent barrier that had already been automatically cracked, and said to a certain white-haired elf: "Brother Red Dragon, do me a favor."

"I can't hold two people by myself. I don't have enough physical strength to keep going."

With a face full of question marks, Krasus didn't believe a word of what this pure black dragon brother... the underage Holy Light Black Dragon said.

The Black Dragon Legion is famous for its strength... Well, shouldn't the Red Dragon be the most powerful?!

"Good brother, the rope that swings the most vigorously here is given to you."

Nearby, there was a grey-robed wizard holding a chicken-leg staff. He was the one who had nothing to do... He was optimistic about the healer's aide.