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Uther only felt that the faith he had always believed in was shaken.
Isn't the Holy Light something that can only be felt and used by those with good qualities like justice and courage? According to his teacher, Alonsus Faol, this power called Holy Light should have never appeared before.
Even he had only just mastered the Holy Light. However, the person on the other side seemed to be very familiar with this energy and used it even more skillfully than he did.
If we think about it more deeply, the orc opposite named Durotan said that the power of his holy light came from the high priest. Does that mean that the high priest is the source of the holy light?
Uther was unwilling to believe this. He preferred to believe that Holy Light was an energy similar to elemental, arcane and other energies. The high priest of the orcs discovered this energy earlier than his teacher Alonsus Faol and used it.
So is the other person's character noble?
According to the characteristics of Holy Light, Uther should have believed this, but he vaguely felt that there was something wrong that he had not yet discovered.
"Being distracted during a battle is not a mistake a qualified warrior should make!"
Just as Uther was thinking, Durotan's sturdy and powerful body approached his body at a faster speed, and smashed down heavily on his face like a fist with a pair of golden gloves.
Uther reacted quickly, raising his shield to block the blow, but the force of the blow caused the shield to crash into his body once again. He could even hear his bones creaking and cracking.
Fortunately, the development of Holy Light was originally for combat and healing. As long as the injury is not fatal, the Paladin who possesses Holy Light can heal quickly and regain combat effectiveness.
Just like now.
His body was indeed subjected to a huge recoil force, and even the bent bones and blunt injuries to the muscles in his arm holding the shield were instantly soothed and healed by the holy light covering his entire body.
After witnessing Durotan's strength and realizing the gap between him and the other party, Uther calmed down and was no longer anxious. He became completely steady and used a heavy shield to block Durotan's attacks. Only when necessary would he swing the hammer in his other hand to attack the other party.
The thick shield can cover the whole body. In addition to being heavy, it has extremely superior protection. It does not require much movement, only a slight adjustment of the angle. In a one-on-one situation, it can easily cover a large area of the body and resist the opponent's attack.
Uther, who had undergone rigorous training and mastered the power of holy light, did not care about the weight of the shield. Even if he had to hold the shield and fight for a whole day and night without sleep or food, it would not be impossible for him who was full of energy.
His only consolation now was that his shield, armor, weapons, and other items were all forged from the finest materials in Lordaeron, and had been inscribed with various magical runes by the court mages. When energy was used to activate them, the shield's protective power would be even stronger.
If it were an ordinary iron shield, it would have been smashed to pieces by the opponent's immense brute force during the fierce battle just now. The weapon in the opponent's hand was no ordinary item either.
Durotan was also somewhat surprised by Uther's tenacity. Although his strength was not as good as his, he was like a turtle shell. No matter how he turned around and circled, he always responded in time, using his shield to block his attacks. Although he was repeatedly hit and retreated, he was still growing at an astonishing rate.
At least now, while his opponent couldn't launch a threatening counterattack, he was resisting more calmly, his stance more appropriately adjusted. Through actual combat, his opponent was constantly adjusting and experimenting with how to strike with the best angle and force, while conserving as much energy as possible, to more calmly resist his attacks.
Of course, the opponent's shield and armor were not ordinary, and they were also the key to their ability to hold out until now. Although his axe could damage the shield, it could not inflict devastating damage. As the opponent became more slick and even mastered the art of using the shield to absorb force, the shield's damage became less and less.
But while Uther's adjustments and growth were surprising, the gap in strength wouldn't be quickly closed by this growth. The opponent simply had a strong foundation but lacked real combat experience, and was currently just converting that foundation into experience.
The final winner will still be him, Durotan of the Frostwolf Clan!
Uther's growth merely delayed his own defeat. It did nothing to truly secure victory. Most importantly, while his opponent appeared to have unleashed every last ounce of his might and revealed his hidden cards, he, the true power of the elite orcs, had yet to unleash it.
"Let Uther return. The mages are ready to assist."
Alonsus Faol sighed softly on the wall. Uther, seemingly rapidly growing and digesting his strength, was gradually stabilizing the situation. Instead of passively taking the beating at first, he was now holding his ground while occasionally launching a few threatening counterattacks.
It seems that everything is moving in the right direction.
If you open your mind and think positively, perhaps Uther will continue to grow rapidly and engage in a battle with the orc that is evenly matched. In that case, the outcome seems to be uncertain.
But Alonsus Faol knew the growth of his disciple very well, so he also understood that Uther had already done the limit of what he could do. If he relied on explosiveness and fantasy to win, what he would get was probably a tragic failure.
One side has already done its best, but the other side is at ease and may even have more cards in hand. In this case, the safest option is to call off the fight.
Archbishop Alonsus had seen what he wanted to see. The orcs' qualities, their leader's strength, their discipline and fighting style. If his goal was achieved, if victory was within his grasp, if his strength allowed him to gain more, then of course he would not hesitate.
But it was now clear that Uther and his men could not do more.
It was a bit regrettable and heavy, but Alonsus was relatively satisfied with the result.
It was a pity that he couldn't observe more, but the heavy burden was that the orcs' qualities, discipline, and fighting ability were beyond his imagination, making him realize that this was an extremely formidable opponent.
But Alonsus will not be afraid, and I believe the kings and generals of kingdoms such as Lordaeron will not be afraid either.
Over the past millennia, mankind has experienced too many wars. No matter how powerful and difficult the enemies were, could there be anything more despairing and troublesome than the Dragon Empire and the Troll Empire?
The worst-case scenario would be to call upon the former alliance once again. At least King Terenas had already sent messengers to Quel'Thalas, the human ally.
The horn sounded.
Uther understood that this was an order for him to retreat.
Although Durotan did not understand what the horn meant, he could analyze Uther's movements and read his thoughts.
He is going to run away!
This was the information Durotan read.
In an instant, a surge of anger surged in Durotan's heart, because before the outcome was decided, his opponent retreated and wanted to escape, which was shameful in the orcs' view.
Especially in this one-on-one honor duel!
Durotan's expression turned cold, and the slight admiration and surprise he had felt for Uther was replaced by rage. The holy light on him faded under Uther's astonished gaze, and instead, a complex pattern on his arm illuminated. An icy chill permeated the surrounding air, rapidly lowering the temperature.
Durotan's body and the weapon he grasped were covered in a fine layer of frost. At that moment, Durotan's mind was filled with only rationality and calmness. This state of mind allowed him to be extremely focused in battle and to gain a high resistance to all kinds of bewitching magic and energy. The frost power that emanated from his body, in turn, enhanced his combat effectiveness and weakened his opponents. Whether in a one-on-one or a multi-player battle, Durotan was able to maneuver with ease and gain the upper hand.
Durotan's battle axe, covered with a layer of frost, chopped heavily on the shield held by Uther. The frost power on the axe was like a roaring frost magic, instantly spreading in a fan shape across the ninety-degree area in front of him.
The shield in Uther's hand was instantly coated with a thick layer of icicles, and the shield was icy cold. The biting coldness spread through Uther's body along the palm of his hand holding the shield, making him feel as if his blood had frozen.
His control over his body began to weaken under the influence of the frost. If it weren't for the power of holy light covering his body, he would have been instantly frostbitten by the previous attack. Then, in a very short time, his limbs would have become stiff and even brittle, and then broke like ice.
However, under the attack of the opponent's power, even though the holy light can quickly dispel the coldness inside the body and the various negative effects it brings, the loss of power is inevitably increased.
Durotan's explosive attack caught Uther off guard and also exposed him to several flaws. Uther stared at Durotan with wide eyes. He took a deep breath, and after a brief moment of preparation, he let out a loud and powerful roar.
The surging shock wave centered on Durotan and spread out in all directions like a pillar of light shooting into the sky.
Uther felt a complete loss of control under the force of this blow. His head buzzed, and he felt dizzy. His internal organs trembled violently under the ravages of the sound waves. Forget about controlling his body; he was practically powerless as he was thrown directly into the air. The knights who rushed forward to help him were instantly thrown to the ground, almost losing control of their bodies at the same time.
Even the white wolves of the Frostwolf Clan jumped far away, staggered and collapsed to the ground, shaking their heads and feeling a little dizzy.
Roar of the mad dragon!
This was a combat skill bestowed upon the Frostwolf Clan by the High Priest as a reward. According to the High Priest, this was the roar of a mad dragon of the same rank as the Scourge Dragon.
It requires extremely high vocal and physical fitness from an orc. Even within the Frostwolf Clan, not all orcs can master this combat skill. The orcs of the Warsong Clan are extremely envious of this combat skill and want to exchange and share it, but so far they have not been able to achieve their wish.
It's not that the Frostwolf Clan cherishes their skills, but their combat techniques are specially granted by the High Priest based on the power of their totems. For example, the Dragon's Roar, in addition to its physical requirements, requires precise manipulation and force control. A too rough release will destroy the vocal cords and body before shocking or harming the enemy.
Only the Frostwolves, with their rationality and composure, the ability to delicately control every ounce of their strength, could slowly and painstakingly test their limits without harming themselves, precisely controlling the release of each ounce of power and halting it at the first sign of trouble. For this reason, the Warsong Clan has become home to several mute orcs. Some, in more tragic circumstances, have even had their brains roared out.
The Frostwolves were not blessed with the Warsong Clan's gift of combat skills. After all, achieving maximum destructive power required a fervent fighting spirit. Warsong skills without the power of the Warsong Clan's totems were no match for the damage dealt by Durotan's totemic axe. The Frostwolves, on the other hand, wanted combat power without the zeal of fanaticism dominating their bodies and minds. This was incompatible with the Frostwolves and served as their mutual opposition.
Durotan walked towards Uther, whose nerves were disordered and even the power of the Holy Light had dimmed and faded a lot.
Archbishop Alonsus on the city wall immediately gave the order to attack. The court mages beside him, who had been prepared for a long time, released their long-prepared magic in the direction of Durotan.
Fire, thunder.
Brilliant magic rushed towards Durotan. However, faster than the lightning that shot out of his hand, a golden wall composed of the purest holy light rose from the ground.
Like a shield, the wall blocked every spell unleashed from it, leaving it unscathed. And as Alonsus and the others watched in astonishment, the wall continued to advance forward at a slow but steady pace. Even the rain of arrows fired from the wall, following the spells, were relentlessly repelled.
After this delay, Durotan came to Uther, grabbed him, threw him onto the running white wolf, jumped on it, and ran towards the orc camp with his captives together with the orc team.
Alonsus was helpless in the face of the huge Holy Light Shield that was as big as a city wall and much taller than the city wall. He could only watch his disciples being taken back to the orc camp as prisoners by the orcs.
He never imagined that one day, the holy light he believed in would become the power in the hands of the other party, causing him obstacles and huge troubles.