"Idiot."
Seeing Uther's all-out attack, Robbie knew he had a very good chance of winning.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't wrong for Uther to go all out from the start, but that's how it's played on the Battlefield.
The Battlefield is ever-changing, especially when facing ferocious Orcs, whose lives are as worthless as grass and whose deaths are as easy as cutting grass. If you don't go all out to strike, you may not have a chance to make a move at all.
However, in a one-on-one fight, unless you are absolutely certain you can hit your opponent, you must leave yourself some room to maneuver.
In martial arts, this is called "don't use the same old moves."
Uther was extremely arrogant throughout his life, especially after he gained control of the Holy Light, and he almost never encountered a worthy opponent.
His strength allows him to easily crush opponents weaker than himself.
However, he has never encountered an enemy of the same level, especially in one-on-one combat, so he seems to lack experience.
Robbie decided not to give him a chance.
Uther's Earthshaker was incredibly fast, rushing in with a fierce whooshing sound.
But in Robbie's opinion, this was far from enough, at least not as good as Hogger's teeth.
He easily leaped to the side, dodging the blow of the glowing warhammer, then slammed his giant axe against the warhammer, using Uther's own strength to pull it sharply to the side.
Uther stumbled and nearly fell to the ground, his weapon almost slipping from his grasp.
Having seized the initiative, Robbie gave Uther no chance to breathe, swinging his giant axe at Uther.
Uther quickly raised his hammer to parry, the warhammer barely managing to block the giant axe, but Robbie swung the axe in a wide arc, bringing it down with tremendous momentum, leaving Uther scrambling to parry.
The two weapons clashed with a deafening roar. Uther's face turned pale, and the impact made his arm go numb, the muscles in his arm trembling with tension.
Robbie followed up with a fierce attack, slashing at Uther one after another, growing stronger with each blow. Uther's defenses weakened, his face grew increasingly pale, and he was on the verge of defeat.
"That's enough, Orcs!"
Uther roared, Power of the Holy Light erupted from his body, bathing him in its radiant Holy Light.
Robbie has the edge over Uther in terms of technique and strength, but now is the real showdown.
Robbie took a deep breath, focusing his attention even more intently.
The time has finally come to test our capabilities.
"Holy Baptism."
Uther's warhammer was infused with Holy Light, becoming extremely bright, like a burning torch.
Robbie also infused Runes into the giant axe, combining Runes of Justice and Evil to unleash his most powerful attack, meeting Uther's strike head-on.
Robbie's giant axe, though also imbued with power, showed no apparent change.
The warhammer and the giant axe clashed once more, this time not a contest of strength and skill, but a confrontation between two opposing forces.
The combination of Holy Light and the Runes of the dead is indeed an invincible power.
Uther's Power of the Holy Light dissipated, drifting backward like the wind, ruffling Uther hair.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Uther staggered back a dozen steps, barely managing to stay upright, blood dripping down his face.
"Your Power of the Holy Light is somewhat different," Uther said in a low voice, his lips trembling.
"Perhaps the Naaru who blessed us are different." Uther was seriously injured, Robbie believed he had already won.
Uther staggered, barely able to maintain his balance. He braced his warhammer against the ground, gripped the handle tightly with both hands, looked at the pool of blood on the ground, and laughed loudly:
"You think you've won, Orcs? You're completely wrong. This is just the beginning. The forces of Justice have never left me, and the Naaru of the heavens are blessing me. O supreme Holy Light, bless me, grant me strength, and help me defeat this Evil enemy before me."
Boom!
The terrifying Power of the Holy Light filled Uther's entire body, Power of the Holy Light him from the inside out. This immense Holy Light, like a raging storm, made him look like a small sun.
"How could there be such powerful Power of the Holy Light in this world?"
Robbie was stunned. Uther's long, gray hair fluttered in the still air, like a blazing fire of light.
It is estimated that no one has ever pushed Uther to this point before. Even Arthas, Uther's apprentice, did not know that Uther possessed such terrifying Holy Light power.
"But that's not enough, Uther." Robbie's expression was extremely focused as he assumed an attack stance, continuously infusing Runes into the giant axe. The Runes combined in pairs, making the emerald green axe slightly brighter.
Uther descended to earth like Naaru, proclaiming, "I, Uther, am Naaru walking on the earth, I am the embodiment of the Holy Light, and all enemies will vanish before me!"
With a deafening roar, the two charged at each other almost simultaneously, their warhammer and giant axe clashing once more.
Vitality and blood, Fervor and Frost, Justice and Evil.
Robbie used up three pairs of Runes at once, finally managing to overpower Uther.
This time, Uther only took two small steps back. Clearly, their strength was closer than before. Robbie was panting heavily, feeling a bit tired. Fortunately, the Holy Light that filled Uther's entire body dissipated once again.
We should win this time.
"To think there's a strong one like you among the Orcs." Uther still had his hammer planted on the ground, gripping the handle tightly with both hands, his eyes wide with shock, then narrowing contemptuously. "Too bad, my Holy Light is inexhaustible. How many more times can you wield that power, Orcs?"
"O supreme Holy Light, bless me, grant me strength, and help me defeat this Evil enemy before me."
Endless Power of the Holy Light filled Uther's entire body, and he was fully healed once again, returning to his peak condition.
Impossible.
Is this the true power of the Lightbringer?
How could Robbie possibly defeat such an enemy? In an instant, he felt a sense of despair.
Unless one masters Grom Hellscream's one-hit kill ability, Uther, with his inexhaustible supply of Holy Light, is invincible.
However, Uther has Divine Shield, which can block a fatal blow.
Something's not right.
Humans could not possibly wield such powerful Power of the Holy Light; otherwise, Uther would have long since become a purely Holy Light being.
Robbie's thoughts were racing.
His first thought was Ashbringer.
The Ashbringer is powerful because it has a Naaru Core that provides a constant source of Holy Light.
The Naaru Core is like a lake in a low-lying area, with Holy Light constantly converging into it from all around.
So where does Uther's Power of the Holy Light come from?
Is it the Earthshaker?
The Warhammer is not connected to the core of the Naaru.
Was it truly the Naaru of the heavens who bestowed Holy Light upon Uther? This is terrifying! How could Arthas possibly kill such an invincible enemy?
Suddenly, Robbie had an idea.
Once Uther's warhammer is placed on the ground, no one can lift it, not even a few people.
Strangely, Robbie didn't feel overly heavy as he clashed with Uther's warhammer.
Uther's gesture of restoring the Power of the Holy Light was also somewhat peculiar, being exactly the same both times.
The warhammer was placed on the ground, both hands gripping the handle tightly, the hammerhead touching the earth.
Could it be that Uther's Power of the Holy Light originates from the earth?
"Uther, as Paladin of the Silver Hand, why don't you ride a horse? What are you hiding?"
Robbie asked tentatively, carefully observing Uther's expression.
Uther concealed his emotions well, but a fleeting look of panic still lingered in his eyes.