Dick's guess is correct.
After the two Holy Lights truly merged, he confirmed one thing through the vibration coming from the Holy Light link of Anveena.
Velen is Demigod! This secretive guy!
But he also confirmed another thing...Velen said that he was not good at fighting, which was probably true, because the Holy Light in this guy's body didn't even have the slightest edge, and was as peaceful as the bottomless Sea.
It's as extreme as giving up all attack power for the ultimate Healing.
But it is undeniable that the more extreme it is, the more amazing the effect achieved. Rhonin's half-dead injuries returned to normal in just a few minutes. This is not something ordinary Priest can do. Surrounded by this kind of Holy Light energy, it is almost impossible to kill Velen.
Holy Light favored him so much that it even made Dick feel a little... jealous.
But it is fleeting, because there are more important things to do now.
Demigod's precision in energy manipulation is much deeper than what Dick can currently do. The huge amount of energy is enough to instantly melt a City in just a few seconds. Within a few seconds, he was completely controlled by Velen. Although he was not good at fighting, for Necromancer's negative energy, no matter what nature it was, Holy Light would die if it touched it.
This is entirely determined by the nature of the opposing forces.
Coupled with the scorching heat contained in Dick's Holy Light, those Holy Light that are completely controlled by Velen are cast with a sharp light on the outside.
It's like a sword, a Longsword whose top cannot be seen.
Arthas, who returned to Icecrown Citadel, suddenly stood up from Frozen Throne. The Frostmourne in his hand also surged with terrifying Dark Energy at this moment. There was even a trace of the purple soul extracted from Forge of Souls, which was ground up and completely injected into Longsword.
"I found a good helper... I underestimated you, Dick!"
Before Arthas finished speaking, the Lightsaber that penetrated the heaven and earth struck down towards Wrathgate·Angrathar. At this moment, A trace of burning heat even rushed to Arthas's face. Before Lich King's Runeblade could lift it, he saw a dazzling light bursting out of the darkness in the distance in front of him.
It was so hot and so brilliant that Arthas couldn't help but raise his hand to block his eyes. It wasn't because he was afraid of being burned by the light, it was just a subconscious action.
And the sound mixed into the light and reaching his ears,
"This sword is for Lordaeron!"
That was the voice of Dick, a voice that made Arthas grit his teeth.
The moment the light faded away, the Lightsaber was slashed head-on at the top of Wrathgate·Angrathar. The top of the black Saronite spire piercing the sky seemed to have been attacked by the sun, winding from the top and starting to melt!
Like a red-hot table knife that touched a piece of butter, the hard, dark Great Door, the Great Door that blocked the Lich King Evil kingdom, seemed to be completely cut open in the next moment, but how could Arthas allow such a thing to happen?
He knows the meaning of the existence of Angrathar's Great Door better than anyone else. It was once the channel for Undead Scourge to spread fear into the world, and now it is also facing Alliance Forces is a fortress that never falls. Once Angrathar is destroyed, the entire Icecrown Glacier will be completely opened up before Civilized World of Azeroth!
Who could allow such a situation to occur?
"Delusional!"
Arthas rushed forward a few steps towards Frozen Throne, holding the buzzing Frostmourne with both hands. The energy of darkness and Ice completely exploded at this moment, like a dragon of darkness dragged behind a sharp blade., under the will of Arthas, the entire Icecrown Glacier and Arcane Node were completely activated at this moment, blessing him. Icecrown Glacier at this moment was almost a real scene of thousands of ghosts crying.
The roaring darkness Storm brushed against the eternally frozen glaciers, leaving crazy scratches on the dark ground. In the eternally dark sky, black clouds continued to gather. Under the control of Arthas, the oldest and darkest land let out its own roar.
The next moment, the dark Lightsaber also slashed towards the Holy Sword of Light from below.
Then, a strange scene appeared.
The upper building of Angrathar is constantly melting, while the building below is constantly being frozen in the thick Frost. At the center of the Angrathar giant city wall, scorching heat and cold, light and darkness are constantly colliding and colliding!
It was a confrontation between two people and a Dark World. It was a collision that determined this war and the future of the world.
In the eyes of ordinary soldiers, it is like two swords pierced by justice and darkness, engaged in a final showdown.
But in the eyes of a truly knowledgeable person, this is clearly a sword and a shield. Can the sword holder break through that shield? No one knows.
Even the man holding the sword doesn't know.
Velen felt pressure, intense pressure, Holy Light kept beating in his hands, and even the usually peaceful energy began to have some waves. Dick's situation was not very good, mainly because Anveena kept yelling in his mind.
"Ah ah ah, idiot, idiot! I'm going to melt!"
"No way! I can't hold on any longer!"
"The last 5 seconds! I really can't hold on anymore!"
Anveena is not being coquettish. Holy Light Spirit and Sunwell Spirit are still very reliable in such important matters. Therefore, if they cannot persist, it must be because there is a problem with the compatibility between the Holy Power input by Dick and the Holy Power input by Velen.
After all, one party is Order, and the other party is the sacred Healing. It is lucky to be able to hold on until the sword is slashed out.
Paladin glanced at Angrathar's current situation, gritted his teeth, and shouted to Velen,
"Last 3 seconds! Left, deflection!"
"Hold on for 3 seconds! Anveena!"
"Boom!"
Dick's other hand also pressed on the back of Velen's hand. At this moment, Paladin really mobilized all the Holy Power that could be used in the body, and poured it into Velen's body. Old Draenei Priest also groaned, and the Lightsaber he waved in his hand was slightly raised, and then suddenly slashed down again.
"Bang!"
Arthas's body felt as if he had been punched in the abdomen by the invisible Fist. His whole body flew out and lay on Icecrown Glacier's face in a panic. On the top floor, the force of this blow was beyond his imagination. Icecrown Glacier The sky roared at this moment, but the Lightsaber failed to penetrate the earth in the end.
Lich King stood up and looked into the distance where the light dissipated.
At that moment, the direction of Lightsaber was deflected, and the blade of the sword of darkness fell on the left side of Angrathar Great Door. It slashed to the bottom of the thick dark city wall and the mountain next to it, completely melting it and creating a huge depression.
"Pfft!"
A trace of blood emerged from the corner of Dick's mouth. He took a step back, and Sunwell Spirit quickly turned into a point of light and flew into his body. Anveena urgently needed to rest, and Paladin also reached the point where he needed Fire of Justice to support his body.
Old Priest's face was equally ugly. He held Staff tightly with his right hand and coughed several times. Maintaining such energy output was very difficult even for a Demigod, but as a leader, Velen knew what to do now, so he shook his left hand slightly.
The next moment, the part of Sword of Light that was on the verge of dissipating but still in the air completely disintegrated, and a huge Rain of Light appeared, with the golden Halo completely covering Dragonblight, Angrathar The haze over the battlefield burned away the darkness that existed there. Rain of Light, which almost enveloped the entire battlefield, fell from the sky and penetrated into the body of every Warrior.
How big is Holy Power, which brings together two people, Dick and Velen?
This is almost an unsolvable problem. They are two figures who stand at the pinnacle of the Holy Light way. The energy they output, even if it is dispersed on the body of any ordinary person, is enough to Healing those traumas and Rain of Light seep into the ground, which will also make the ground covered with corpses and bloodstains, where Champion they have been fighting endlessly, become Holiness.
Just like the real Holy Land that everyone dreams of.
This is the real Divine Miracle, Rain of Light Healing Healing Courage's Warrior's scars, let the souls of those who died in war rest in peace, especially around those Paladin's bodies, additional Holy Light even had a special resonance with their own Holy Light, like golden crowns appearing above their heads, and sacred light appearing on their armor. As they waved their weapons, those lights also changed.
Among the falling golden Rain of Light, all Undead that come into contact with Rain of Light will be fluttered by the ruthless Purification, scorching, sacred, Ashes!
That is the surge of golden Holy Rune, just like Holy Light's personal blessing. It is a gift to the most Courage.
"Champions! Justice is with us! Follow me Charge!"
The roar of Old Mograine resounded through the sky at this moment, and the brilliant Holy Fire flowed around his body, together with the Rain of Light falling between heaven and earth, making the old knight look like a brave Warrior who stepped out of the myth. These veterans grasped the details of the battlefield so finely that it is indescribable.
At the moment the old knight starts Charge, Orcs Defensive Line, Saurfang and Tauren Chieftains Cairne also took the lead and rushed out of Rain of Light. Undead were afraid... Of course, they were not afraid of the Living Being rushing towards them, but the will behind them chose to retreat.
Yes, in the battle with Civilized World and Living Being, Arthas chose to retreat for the first time.
He didn't dare to take risks.
Although the final blows of Velen and Dick failed to destroy Angrathar's city gate, they still formed a huge crack between the mountain and the city wall. Once Undead's front was broken at this point, it would easily create a defensive loophole.
This will disrupt all arrangements of Arthas!
So even if he didn't want to, he still retreated.
Undead remained silent as they retreated, just like they were indifferent when attacking, but even the exact same responses meant different things in the eyes of soldiers and generals.
They... won!
At least at this moment, this time, they won!
"Arthas, I'm coming! We're coming!"
Old Mograine's roar echoed across the battlefield, like another provocation, like Civilized World's rejection of cold death and Declaration of War, "Your father, and Lordaeron who was hurt by you, everything you killed and destroyed by you, you'd better be prepared to face it all?"