Chapter 902: [Holy healing]

If Saidan Dasuohan had not stepped into the realm of heroes, such a tricky blow would definitely kill him.
As the strongest warriors in the human camp, Saidan's speed and responsiveness are undoubtedly past their peak. At 33, he is in his golden age.
Perhaps the speed and response are not as good as when he was transferred to the Paladin, after all, he was only 18 years old that year. But after so many years of horse racing, his fighting skills and consciousness are undoubtedly the highest.
From the beginning of World War II in the Dark Gate, to the second invasion led by Ner'zhul, and to Tirisfal Glades repeatedly growing with the Warsong Clan of Grom Hellscream, Saidan has always been fighting on the front line.
So in the end, even if [Sorrow of Frost] has penetrated the line of defense of his sword and shield like a poisonous snake, pierced his breastplate, and even he can feel the instant tingling from the chest and thereafter The paralysis brought by the frozen seal ...
Even if someone else exclaimed, no one felt that he would die, and he did not give up.
It was a recline similar to the Chinese Kung Fu Tiebanqiao.
Never before in Azeroth's combat training has such a posture. Lordaeron's sword training focused on extremely strict T-steps. The two toes were almost ninety degrees bifurcated, so that no matter if they moved forward or backward, they would be very flexible.
However, only experienced warriors who have been fighting with the tribe for a long time will understand that in the face of orcs, their power is far faster than their large size enemies, all T-steps are bullshit.
In the face of such a force that is wide open and closed, as long as you use any method, even if you are embarrassed, you can teach those flawless orcs how to be humans after the first strike.
Seidam knew he was leaning back, and as long as Arthas's sword was pushed down, he still had to lie down.
In this case, he lived at least a tenth of a second longer than before!
But he had to bet, the next instant someone would come to save him.
This person would not be Mograine, or Turalyon, and they did their best.
So ... will the last redemption in despair come?
Saidan prayed in the deepest despair.
Then he saw the light!
Golden Light!
Normally there is no golden light for non-priesthood!
It just happened, that undisturbed sacred breath told him that it was indeed holy light.
Saidan opened his mouth wide, as if he saw the angel of evil spirits exorcising.
Although that angel looks strange ...
He was wearing a typical blue and white knight suit inlaid with gold rims, but without half a piece of armor all over his body. Seeing that there was no problem here, it was just that the angel descending from the sky was holding a staff with a purple-blue glow in one hand, and the other was a golden light sword that was more like a major ritual.
That is a sword with the highest accuracy.
That is also a sword to redeem life.
Like the most dexterous tailor in the world, it wore the blade body of the Frostmourne with pinpoint precision.
If it were an ordinary epic sword, it would be impossible to stop or delay Arthas' magic sword, but this sword exudes the sacred glory of the same origin as [Querzalam]!
"Dang!" There was a crisp sound, shaking the heart of everyone.
A miracle ... has appeared!
The slender holy sword magically drove away the [Frostmourne] sword that was originally going to hack, even though Arthas had already sunk his wrist, but it was such a slight strength that he made this sword From the bottom to the right diagonal.
It was this little barrier between life and death that was seized by Saidan. He sank on his right shoulder, rolled over on a very ugly ground, and finally escaped the fate of being jealous.
This is not without cost. His breastplate on the right chest was exploded in pieces, and a scary wound with a depth of four centimeters was pulled across the chest. The black ice breath was eroding into Saidan's body at high speed.
Without even a tenth of a second of hesitation, Saidan Dasuohan zoomed in.
[Holy healing]!
A critical moment to reverse the life-and-death masterpiece, the Paladin who did not step into the hero realm did not even have the qualification to use it. The core of this trick is to exhaust every drop of power in the user's body, every minute of the holy light, and then burst out instantly to heal the target.
As long as the target has a breath, he can be instantly filled with blood, and Xinchun brother is resurrected in situ!
Under the dazzling divine light, not only did the wound on Saidan's chest recover in a blink of an eye, but he also forced the frost and the dark power of [Sorrow of Frost] into his body in one breath.
Of course, such a big move is not without cost.
The moment before, he was still alive, and he was as strong as a bull, Saidan, now in a state of mentality like a seventy, eighty old man, slumped.
After all, it was a life-saving move that squeezed all his energy and spirit.
From physical strength, to mana, to qi and blood, to mental strength, all are taken away.
When that heaven used the right [Arcane Blast] to fly Saidan into the main battlefield and tossed it to another Paladin Liadrin, the relieved people suddenly found the 'Angel' The truth.
Nima, how does this guy look exactly like Duke?
impossible! ?
No no no! This is Duke!
"You ..." Looking back, Arthas's countenance was utterly dim. This was his long-planned counter-attack, which was actually destroyed by an unexpected person.
That man was the Duke he hated most!
how can that be! ?
Suddenly Frostmourn was pulled out of his body, and a rustling sound resembling a sawtooth rotten was emitted from the wound, and Arthas once again parried the siege of Mograine and Turalyon.
"It's you !?" Arthas didn't even look at the two Paladins, staring at the left hand with his stick, the right hand with his sword, and the full-loaded Duke.
On the other side, he retrieved a life-long Saidan, subconsciously covered his chest, and lifted his head with a rush of help from Liadrin: "Hell! Don't tell me, you sun mages are actually warriors. Transferred. "
Hearing Saidan's ridiculous tone, Turalyon secretly sighed with relief, and was able to tell a joke, which proved that he could not die. Anyway, Saidan owed Duke a life.
In other words, when did Duke become a melee professional?
However, it does not matter, this is the comrade in arms!
The comrade's surprise is better than the enemy's fright.
A sense of trust evolved from gratitude.
However, new problems have arisen. Without Saidan Dasuohan, the siege situation has been broken. Everyone knows that although Liadrin has also stepped into the field of heroes, she is no worse than the strongest silver five saint.