Chapter 904 [Holy Healing Technique]

If Saidan Dathrohan had not stepped into the realm of heroes, such a cunning and mysterious blow would definitely kill him.

As one of the strongest warriors in the human camp, Saidan's speed and reflexes are undoubtedly beyond their peak years. At 33 years old this year, he is in the prime of life as a man.

Perhaps his speed and reaction were not as good as when he had just transferred to the Paladin. After all, he was only 18 years old that year. But after so many years of military service, his combat skills and consciousness are undoubtedly at their peak.

From the beginning of World War II at the Dark Portal, to the second invasion of the Horde led by Ner'zhul, to the repeated tug of war with Grom Hellscream's Warsong clan in Tirisfal Glades, Saidan has always been on the front line.

So in the end, even though [Frostmourne] had passed through the defense line composed of his sword and shield like a poisonous snake and pierced his breastplate, he could even feel the instant stinging pain from his chest and the subsequent The paralysis caused by the ice...

Even when others screamed in surprise and everyone thought he was bound to die, he did not give up.

It was a backwards move similar to the Chinese Kung Fu Iron Banqiao.

In Azeroth's fighting training, there has never been such a posture. Lordaeron's swordsmanship training emphasizes the extremely strict T-step, with the toes split at almost ninety degrees, so that whether you are moving forward or backward, moving left or right, you will be very flexible.

However, only experienced warriors who have fought with tribes for a long time will understand that in the face of large enemies like orcs whose strength and speed are far greater than their own, any T-step is nonsense.

In the face of that kind of overwhelming power, as long as you use any method, no matter how embarrassed you are, you can teach those orcs full of flaws how to behave after dodging the first blow.

Saidan clearly knew that if he leaned back like this, as long as Alsace's magic sword pressed down, he would still lie down.

In this case, he would live at most one-tenth of a second longer than before!

But he had to bet that someone would come to save him in the next moment.

This person will not be Mograine, nor will it be Turalyon, they both tried their best.

Then... will the final salvation in despair come?

Saidan prayed in his deepest despair.

Then, he saw the light!

Golden light!

Normally, a golden light that non-priests cannot have!

However, the unquestionable sacred aura told him that it was indeed the Holy Light.

Saidan opened his mouth wide, as if he saw the arrival of an angel to slay evil spirits and exorcise demons.

Although that angel looks strange...

He was wearing the typical blue and white knight uniform of Stormwind Kingdom with gold trim, but there was no armor on his body. There were no problems here, but the angel who descended from the sky held a staff with purple-blue light in one hand, and a golden sword of holy light that was more like a holy light used in major ceremonies in the other hand.

That was a sword that was extremely accurate.

It is also a sword that saves life.

Like the most ingenious tailor in the world, it hit the blade of [Frostmourne] with incomparable precision like threading a needle.

If it were an ordinary epic sword, it would be impossible to block or delay Alsace's magic sword at all, but this sword exudes the same kind of sacred brilliance as [Quel'Zalam]!

"Dang!" A crisp sound touched everyone's heartstrings.

A miracle...happened!

The slender holy sword miraculously forced away the blade of [Frostmourne] that was about to strike. Even though Arthas had already lowered his wrist with all his strength, it was just such a slight difference in strength that allowed him to strike with this sword. The downward chop turned into a diagonal chop to the right.

It was this little barrier between life and death that Saidan caught. His right shoulder sank, and he rolled on the ground in a very ugly way. After all, he escaped the fate of being disemboweled.

This was not without cost. The breastplate on his right chest was broken into pieces, and a terrifying wound four centimeters deep was pulled out across his chest. The black ice breath was eroding into Saidan's body at high speed.

Without even a tenth of a second of hesitation, Saidan Dathrohan directly enlarged his move.

[Holy Healing Technique]!

A unique ultimate move that can reverse life and death at a critical moment. A Paladin who has not stepped into the realm of heroes is not even qualified to use it. The core of this move is to exhaust every drop of power and holy light in the user's body, and then burst it out instantly to heal the target.

As long as the target is still breathing, he can be instantly full of blood and Brother Xinchun will be resurrected on the spot!

Under the dazzling holy light, not only did the wound on Saidan's chest heal in the blink of an eye, but all the ice breath and dark power that [Frostmourne] had inflicted on his body were forced out in one breath.

Of course, such a heaven-defying ultimate move does not come without a price.

Saidan, who was as lively and as strong as a cow a moment ago, is now in a mental state like an old man in his seventies and eighties, extremely depressed.

After all, this was a life-saving move that squeezed out all his energy and energy.

From physical strength, to magic power, to qi and blood, to mental power, everything is drained away.

When the angel used just the right [Arcane Impact] to knock Saidan away, push him out of the main battlefield, and throw him to the side of another paladin Liadrin, everyone who breathed a sigh of relief suddenly discovered the 'angel' the truth.

Damn, why does this guy look exactly like Duke?

impossible! ?

No no no! This guy is Duke!

"You..." Looking back, Alsace's face was extremely ferocious. This was a counter-attack that he had planned for a long time, but was actually ruined by an unexpected person.

But that person was Duke, whom he hated the most!

How can this be! ?

He suddenly pulled [Frostmourne] out of his body, and the wound made a rotten sound like sawing rotten wood. At the same time, Arthas once again withstood the siege of Mograine and Turalyon.

"It's you!?" Arthas didn't even look at the two paladins, but stared at Duke, who was holding a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right hand.

Over there, Saidan, who had saved his life, subconsciously covered his chest. With the help of Liadrin, he raised his head breathlessly: "Damn it! Don't tell me that you, the Archmage of the Sun, are actually a warrior. Job transfer."

Hearing Saidan's teasing tone, Turalyon secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He could still tell jokes, which proved that he would not die. In any case, Saidan owed Duke his life.

By the way, when did Duke become a melee professional?

But it doesn’t matter, these are comrades!

It is better to be surprised by a comrade than by being frightened by the enemy.

A sense of trust evolved from gratitude arises spontaneously.

However, a new problem arose. Without Saidan Dathrohan, the siege situation was broken. Everyone knows that even though Liadrin has also entered the realm of heroes, she is not even the slightest bit worse than the strongest Silver Five Saints.