If Saidan Dasohan hadn't stepped into the realm of heroes, such a tricky and mysterious blow would have killed him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the strongest martial artists in the human camp, Saidan's speed and reflexes are undoubtedly past his peak age. At the age of 33 this year, he is in the prime of men's prime.

Maybe the speed and reflexes were not as fast as when he first transferred to the Paladin, after all, he was only 18 years old that year. But after so many years of fighting horses, his fighting skills and awareness are undoubtedly at the peak.

From the beginning of World War II at the Dark Gate, to the second invasion of the Horde led by Neozu, to the repeated tug-of-war with the Grom * Hellroaring Warsong Clan in the Tirisfal Glades, Saidan has always been on the front line.

So at the end of the day, even though Frostmourn had passed through his sword and shield like a viper, piercing his breastplate, he could even feel the instant tingling in his chest and the paralysis from the ice behind it......

Even when others exclaimed, and everyone felt that he was going to die, he didn't give up.

It's a back-of-the-line that resembles a Chinese kung fu iron bridge.

In Azeroth's martial arts training, there had never been such a position. Lordaeron's swordsmanship training is based on extremely strict T-steps, with the toes of the two feet almost 90 degrees apart, so that whether it is moving forward or backward, moving left and right, it will be very flexible.

However, only a seasoned warrior who has been fighting the tribe for a long time will understand that in front of an enemy of a large size whose strength and speed are far greater than their own, any T-step is nonsense.

In the face of that kind of power that opens and closes and is overwhelming, as long as it is used in any way, even if it is embarrassed, after flashing the first blow, you can teach those flawed orcs how to be human.

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

In that case, he would have lived at most a tenth of a second longer than he had been!

But he had to gamble, and the bet was that someone would come to his rescue in the next moment.

It wasn't going to be Mograini, it wasn't going to be Tulayan, they both did their best.

That...... Will final redemption in despair come?

Saidan prayed in the deepest despair.

Then he saw the light!

Golden light!

Normally, a non-clergyman would not have the golden light!

However, the undisputed divine aura told him that it was indeed the Holy Light.

Saidan's mouth was wide open, as if he had seen the angel descend from the evil spirit.

Although the angel looks strange......

He wears a typical Stormwind Kingdom blue and white knight's uniform with gold trim, but there is no armor on his body. Seeing this, there was no problem, but the angel who had descended from the sky was holding a staff that radiated purple-blue brilliance in one hand, and a golden sword of holy light in the other, which was more like a major ritual.

It was a sword with the pinnacle of precision.

It was also a life-saving sword.

Like the most ingenious tailor in the world, it struck the sword of Frost Sorrow with the precision of a needle.

If it was an ordinary epic sword, it would be impossible to stop or delay Arthas's magic sword in the slightest, but this sword exuded the same divine brilliance as [Quelzaram]!

"Wow!" a crisp sound tugged at everyone's heartstrings.

Marvel...... Appeared!

The slender holy sword unexpectedly magically forced away the sword edge that [Frost Sorrow] was originally going to slash down, even though Arthas had already sunk his wrist hard, but it was such a poor strength that made his sword change from a downward slash to an oblique slash to the right.

It was just such a little barrier between life and death that was caught by Saidan. His right shoulder sank, and a very ugly ground rolled, and after all, he escaped the fate of being disemboweled.

It was not without a price, the breastplate on his right chest was blown out in pieces, and a terrifying wound with a depth of four centimeters was pulled out of his chest, and the black ice aura was eroding into Saidan's body at a high speed.

Without even a tenth of a second of hesitation, Saidan Dasohan directly magnified the move.

[Holy Healing]!

A peerless ultimate move that reverses life and death at a critical moment, and a paladin who has not stepped into the hero realm does not even have the qualifications to use it. The core of this move is to exhaust every drop of power in the user's body, every minute of holy light, and then burst out in an instant, healing the target.

As long as the target still has a breath, he can be fully blooded in an instant, and Brother Xinchun will be resurrected on the spot!

Under the dazzling holy light, not only did the wound on Saidan's chest recover in the blink of an eye, but he also forced out the cold aura and dark power of the [Frost Sorrow] hitting his body in one go.

Of course, such a big move against the sky is not without a price.

Saidan, who was still alive and round a moment ago, was as strong as a cow, but now his mental state is like an old man in his seventies and eighties, languishing.

After all, it was a life-saving move that squeezed all his spirit.

From physical strength, to mana, to qi and blood, to mental power, all of them are withdrawn.

When that heaven used just the right amount of [Arcane Impact] to knock Saidan into the air, pushed him out of the main battlefield, and threw him next to another paladin, Liadrin, the relieved people discovered the truth about the 'angel'.

Nima, how does this guy look exactly like Duke?

Impossible, right!?

No, no, no, this is Duke!

"You ......" turned sideways, and Alsace's face was extremely hideous. This was a counter-kill that he had been planning for a long time, and it was actually destroyed by an unexpected person.

But that man was the Duke he hated the most!

How is this possible!?

Frost Sorrow was jerked out of his body, and there was a crackling sound from the wound that resembled a saw-and-saw, as Arthas once again parried Mograini and Tulayan's siege.

"It's you!?" Arthas didn't even look at the two paladins, staring at Duke in a strong suit with a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right.

Over there, Saidan, who had picked up a life, subconsciously covered his chest, and raised his head angrily under the support of Liadeline: "Hell, don't tell me, you, the Archmage of the Dawn Sun, are actually a warrior turned class." ”

Hearing Saidan's ridiculous tone, Tulayan secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and if he could still tell jokes, it would prove that he couldn't die. Regardless, Saidan owes Duke his life.

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

However, it doesn't matter, this is a comrade-in-arms!

It is better to surprise a comrade than to be frightened by an enemy.

A sense of trust that evolves from gratitude arises spontaneously.

It's just that new problems have arisen, and without Saidan D'Asohan, the siege has been broken. Everyone knows that although Liadelin has also stepped into the hero realm, she is not half a point worse than the strongest Silver Five Saints.