If Saidan Dathrohan had not stepped into the realm of heroes, such a tricky and mysterious attack would have killed him.
As one of the strongest warriors in the human camp, Saidan's speed and reflexes were undoubtedly beyond his prime. At 33 years old, he was in the prime of a man's life.
Perhaps his speed and reflexes were not as good as when he had just become a Paladin. After all, he was only 18 years old. But after so many years of military life, his combat skills and awareness were undoubtedly at the peak.
From the beginning of the Second World War at the Dark Portal to the second invasion led by Ner 'zhul, to the repeated tug-of-war with Grom Hellscream's Warsong Clan in the Tirisfal Woodlands, Saidan had always been on the front line.
So in the end, even though [Frostmourne] had already pierced through the line of defense formed by his sword and shield like a venomous snake, and pierced through his chest armor, he could even feel the instant pain from his chest and the numbness from the ice seal …
Even though the bystanders cried out in shock and everyone thought he was going to die, he did not give up.
It was a backward lean similar to the Iron Bridge of China's Kungfu.
In Azeroth's combat training, there had never been such a posture. Lordaeron's swordsmanship training focused on the extremely strict T-step, where the toes were almost 90 degrees apart. This way, whether it was advancing or retreating, moving left or right, it was very flexible.
However, only experienced warriors who had fought against the Horde for a long time would understand that in the face of enemies like the Orcs, whose strength and speed were far superior to their own, the T-step was nonsense.
In the face of such overwhelming power, as long as he used any method, no matter how pathetic he was, he could teach those flawed Orcs a lesson after dodging the first blow.
Saidan knew that if he leaned back like this, as long as Arthas's magic sword pressed down, he would still be a corpse.
In that case, he would at most live for a tenth of a second longer than before!
But he had to gamble. He gambled that someone would come to save him in the next moment.
This person would not be Mograine or Turalyon. Both of them had tried their best.
Then … would the final redemption in despair come?
Saidan prayed in the darkest of despair.
Then, he saw light!
Golden light!
Normally, non-clerics could not have golden light!
However, the unquestionable divine aura told him that it was indeed Holy Light.
Sai Dan's mouth was wide open. It was as if he had seen the arrival of an angel who could slay evil and exorcise demons.
Although the angel looked very strange …
He was wearing the typical Stormwind blue and white knight's uniform with gold trim, but he was not wearing a single piece of armor. The angel who descended from the sky held a staff that emanated a purplish-blue radiance in one hand and a golden holy sword that seemed to be used for important rituals in the other.
It was a sword that was extremely precise.
That was also a sword that saved lives.
Like the most dexterous tailor in the world, it accurately pierced Frostmourne's blade like a needle.
If it was an ordinary Epic-ranked longsword, it would be impossible to block or delay Arthas' Demonic Sword in the slightest. However, this sword exuded the same holy radiance as [Quel 'Zaram]!
"Dang!" A crisp sound tugged at everyone's heartstrings.
A miracle … had happened!
The slender holy sword miraculously forced away the blade of Frostmourne that was about to slash down. Even though Arthis had already lowered his wrist with force, it was this difference of a millimeter that caused his sword to slash diagonally to the right instead of downwards.
It was this little barrier between life and death that Saidan grasped. His right shoulder sank, and he rolled on the ground in a very ugly manner. In the end, he escaped the fate of having his intestines cut open.
This was not without a price. The breastplate on his right chest was shattered into pieces, and a terrifying wound that was four centimeters deep was pulled out horizontally on his chest. A black icy aura was corroding Saidan's body at a high speed.
Without even a tenth of a second of hesitation, Saidan Dathrohan directly used his ultimate move.
[Holy Healing]!
It was a peerless ultimate move that could reverse life and death at a critical moment. Paladins who had not stepped into the realm of heroes were not even qualified to use this ultimate move. The core of this move was to exhaust every drop of power in the user's body, every bit of holy light, and then instantly erupt to heal the target.
As long as the target was still breathing, he could instantly restore his HP and resurrect 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 it also forced out all the icy aura and dark power that [Frostmourne] had left in his body.
Of course, such a heaven-defying ultimate move was not without a price.
A moment ago, Saidan was still lively and strong like a bull, but now his mental state was like that of an old man in his seventies or eighties, extremely dispirited.
After all, this was a life-saving ultimate move that squeezed out all of his essence, energy, and spirit.
From his stamina, to his magic power, to his vitality, and to his spirit, everything was drained.
When the angel used the perfect [Arcane Impact] to send Saidan flying out of the main battlefield and to the side of another paladin, Riadeline, the people who were relieved suddenly discovered the truth of the 'angel'.
Damn, why does this guy look exactly like Duque?
That's impossible!?
No, no, no! This guy is Duque!
"You …" Turning to the side, Arthas's expression was extremely ferocious. This was a counterattack that he had planned for a long time, but it was ruined by an unexpected person.
And that person was the person he hated the most, Duque!
How is this possible?!
Forcefully pulling [Frostmourne] out of his body, the wound made a rotting sound like rotten wood being sawed. At the same time, Arthas once again parried the attacks from Mograine and Turalyon.
"It's you?!" Arthas didn't even look at the two paladins as he stared at Duque, who had a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right.
On the other side, Saidan, who had barely escaped death, subconsciously clutched his chest. With Riadeline's support, he looked up weakly. "Damn it! Don't tell me that you, a Breaking Dawn Archmage, are actually a Warrior. "
Hearing Saidan's teasing tone, Turalyon secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Since he could still joke, it meant that he wouldn't die. No matter what, Saidan owed Duque his life.
Speaking of which, since when did Duque become a close-combat professional?
But it didn't matter. This was comrade-in-arms!
A comrade-in-arms' surprise was always better than an enemy's shock.
A sense of trust evolved from gratitude arose spontaneously in his heart.
However, a new problem arose. Without Saidan Dathrohan, the situation of the siege was broken. Everyone knew that even though Riadeline had also stepped into the realm of heroes, she was still far from the strongest of the Five Silver Saints.
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