Azeroth Trail of Light

pain!

This is something that all intelligent creatures have tried their best to avoid in their entire lives. As long as their heads are normal, no one wants to carry this thing on their backs, but in a peaceful world, this wish is easy to achieve, but it doesn’t count as one. In the age of peace, this wish seems very slim.

For example, now, Dick fell on the ground, spreading from his chest, the pain, not only acting on the body, but also a deeper level of destruction, that is the chaos carried on the warhammer, in Dick’s body The rampage directly spurred the counterattack of those holy powers that were not driven by Dick.

So after the pain of being almost interrupted by the bones, another wave of heartbreaking pain came again, as if thousands of knives were scraping the bones. The conflict of energy in the body made Dick's eyes black. Opening his mouth, he spit out a mouthful of blood lingering in the black breath, and there were fragments of internal organs in it.

The physical condition that had only become better after being pumped out of some energy by Mulu returned to the initial stage of the conflict between the sacred powers, that kind of state where the whole body would twitch when moving a finger.

He lay on the ground, trying hard to get himself to stand up, but it didn’t work. The sacred powers in his body ignored the master’s will of Dick, and the sacred powers that could be controlled by him couldn’t stop those lawless and stuck Every blood vessel, every bone marrow, the riot of coagulated holy energy.

Every breath will be painful!

The Paladin has lost the power to fight back, but this does not mean that Gu'gall will be merciful to let him go. In fact, Gu'gall can see Dick's current state at a glance, he laughed and strode over. With a wave of his hand, a spirally rotating shadow arrow easily pierced the extremely weak shield around Dick's body and pierced his body.

Then there was another wave of holy energy running away. What’s worse, this time even the power of order was added, because the shadow arrow that Chu'gall pierced into his body was full of chaotic power, and the power of order was only actively countering. But this made Dick's situation worse.

The holy energy that was forcibly poured into the body by the heroic spirits of the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel, the madly destroyed shadow, the pervasive chaos, and the order of active counterattack, four very different forces regarded Dick’s body as a battlefield. A blood vessel, every muscle is trembling, that is the aftermath of the energy shock and annihilation.

In this case, Dick didn't say counterattack, he couldn't even activate the Naaru Shield because it hurts too much!

Forcibly passing the Holy Energy through a chaotic body, the pain is no less than Ling Chi.

Cho'gall walked to Dick's side, raised his foot and stepped on the paladin's chest, stomped down hard, Dick's face flushed, and another mouthful of blood came out.

The ogre laughed, he bent down, lifted Dick around his neck, faced the horrified audience, and shouted,

"Look! This is your hero! This is your Dawn Knight! He is as weak as a bug in the face of the power of Twilight God! I only need to pinch to end his life!"

Dick’s body can’t move, but he knows that Gu'gall is trying to force him. His energy value represents his body’s toughness and anti-strike ability. That value has already broken the 3,500 mark. Epic heroes who are not good at frontal combat can't reach the level.

In other words, Dick’s physical toughness is beyond imagination. Even Gu'gall can’t kill him by pinching his neck, but knowing this is actually useless, because it won’t change Dick’s. Dilemma.

This brutal scene made the skillful Gulgo and Woody look at each other. What should I do?

Azeroth’s best justice hero in recent years is being violently beaten by a barbaric ogre who doesn’t look like a good person. Even Gulgo can’t reverse Dick’s dilemma no matter how much he conceals it. All the audience Seeing Dick's embarrassment, the Paladin couldn't even fight back!

Gu'gall pinched Dick’s neck with one hand, shook it left and right, and slammed it against the wall of the arena. During this process, the blood from the corner of Dick’s mouth spilled out like no money. It was sticky. Gold, silver, black and purple light mixed in his blood, like the most beautiful jewelry, but the light shining on it is so cold.

"Go to death! C'Thun will come back to life! It will begin with your death!"

"boom!"

The Twilight's Hammer hit Dick's abdomen again, and the chaotic power and shadow power were punched into Dick's body again, the balance just reached was broken again, and the energy ran away again.

"Ahem...puff"

Blood was splattered, Dick was now like a pocket full of blood, and a gap appeared in the pocket, pain, all his nerves were madly warning, that unimaginable pain has already made all his nerves Feeling numb, the Paladin can swear that this is the most terrifying day he has experienced since 7 years ago.

Every minute and every second is torture for him!

Cho'gall held the Twilight's Hammer with both hands, and frantically beat Dick's body hovering in the air, as if performing how to beat an adult into powder. In the process, the shadow that was injected into the paladin's body The energy and chaotic energy are getting stronger and stronger, and it is very difficult to resist only relying on the power of holy energy and order that Dick can control.

At the moment when the balance machine was about to break, another arrogant force broke into it. They were the holy powers that had never been ordered by Dick, but were stubbornly stored in the body of the paladin. Those belonged to the paladins who died in battle. Our grumpy divine power.

Before, they just passively counteracted the shadows and chaos that collided. This was the first time they were so active.

And with the recommendation of time, after ten seconds, more and more holy energies rushed into the energy battlefield, and the pain that Dick Fang Buddha suffered from Ling Chi became more and more intense!

Those holy energies live in every drop of his blood, every tendon, and take the initiative to break away right now. The pain is unimaginable, but in the intense pain that almost made the paladin lost, Dick seemed to see a faint touch. hope.

Because those sacred energies, those stimulating sacred energies, after leaving the sojourn, Dick suddenly found that he could control them. Although he was not as proficient as the holy energies he had accumulated, if it was only used for no need The battle of precision operation is more than enough.

So in the chaotic shadow that Gu'gall was getting more and more crazily beaten and enveloped the entire arena, apocalyptic magic bombardment, a round of shining holy shield appeared on the surface of Dick's body.

The Vrykul warrior who had been watching all this slapped his mouth with interest. Everything that happened in Dick’s body could not escape his eyes. In his perception, the Paladin’s body contained terrifying energy. But he was completely unable to mobilize, and these energies further prevented the operation of his original energy, but weakened his combat effectiveness.

But right now, under this extreme pain and the pressure of death, the energy entangled in the Paladin's body like a solid is being "smashed to pieces" by the stupid ogre's attack. ", and then reintegrated into the control of the Paladin.

Watching this incredible scene, Gavincent seemed to have returned to his former tribe in the Broken Isles. In the cold wind, the best blacksmiths in the tribe continued to beat the original steel embryos in the same way. And under high temperature, it is forged into a sharp sword to kill the enemy.

If there were no forgings and flames, the iron nuggets could only be useless waste, and now, Dick is like being placed in an abyss furnace called pain, and those deadly attacks are constantly falling forge. Hammer, with his will and his soul as sacrifices, his true potential and fangs are being forged into shape.

He is like a long sword that is already somewhat blunt, receiving another round of forging. If he can survive it, he will become sharper and more deadly than before. If he can’t survive it, then his only ending is It was broken, and then thrown into the stove mercilessly, becoming the fuelwood of the next sword.

Gavincent looked at this scene blankly. He knew how painful the forging was. As a warrior, he had been used to the pain. It would only make him angrier and crazier, but Dick could survive it. Is this maddening pain?

The Vrykul didn’t know, but he hoped that Dick would survive. That means he will have a real good opponent, and that means that his time and waiting here are not in vain. He heard in the tavern here. After Dick's past events, this knight, he shouldn't just sink into this, this is a round of test he must accept!

He should die on the battlefield, not on the bed, let alone dying in the energy runaway that he can't control.

So in the next moment, Gavincent didn’t know what kind of mentality he put his hands to his mouth and yelled,

"Asshole! Go through it and beat that idiot!"

This loud shout was like being thrown into a red iron sword in a quiet pool. The other audiences who were silent because of this desperate scene let the Buddha catch the light, and they got out of their seats. Standing up, they raised their arms high. Although most of them are not good men and women, they would rather choose a Paladin than a true cultist.

At least the Paladins will not force them to sacrifice their brothers and relatives for various reasons, at least the Paladins will not mess up this abominable world! At least the Paladin will not drag them to **** together!

So, let the **** who shouts about chaos to die!

"Dick, hold on!"

"Go ahead and beat him up!"

"Knight Dick, hold on! Be sure to hold on!"

The chaotic shouts quickly formed waves of neat shouts, "Hold on!"

The little prince watched this scene with tears in his eyes. He felt justice and light here. Old Chen also stood up. Lili waved her monk's long stick, while Mediian abandoned the grace of the mage. Standing on a chair like a madman, waving his fists.

Gulgo and Woody looked at each other again, but as the host of gold medals, he naturally knew what to do at this time.

"Hold on! Dick, listen to the voices of the audience, get up and beat that idiot! Let its head be your souvenir! Let its wailing be a stepping stone to your glory!"

Qiao Laqi looked at this scene of one mind, and couldn't help but glance at the dwarf warlock from the Dark Iron Bar. He fully saw this warlock releasing a large range of spiritual hint magic, which perfectly helped the flames!

Prager also noticed Qorazzi’s gaze. Under his orange cowboy hat, a harmless smile appeared.

"It's just a trivial help. Maybe the Duke wouldn't anger me for it?"

"No, I want to say, good job! You know... I hate them too."