"Invincible, stand up, stand up."

Huang Shang stood in the farm, gently caressing the mare, and called gently to the foal, with an indescribable lightness and naturalness in his voice.

The mare's white hair was dyed gray with sweat. She rolled her eyes and neighed softly, with spiritual gratitude in her voice.

Beneath it is a little thing wrapped in a shiny film that struggled to come into this world.

The mare had just had a dystocia, but with the prince's comfort, the foal was born safely.

The prince obviously liked this pony so much that he even got up early to name it.

It's called invincible.

It is an unwritten tradition among the knights of Lordaeron to name their beloved horses after a quality.

Paladin Uther's mount is called "Perseverance", and the king's horse is called "Courage".

The prince named his horse "Invincible". Who is in favor and who is against it?

In the midst of Huang Shang's call, Wuwei struggled to stand upright slowly, his eyes facing each other, causing the friends next to him to exclaim: "It's really spiritual!"

"This is the bond between the knight and the horse."

Huang Shang smiled slightly, stretched out his other hand and stroked the foal's wet head.

For a knight, good horses will become a part of life, even more important than armor and weapons.

It will carry the prince gracefully to attend state ceremonies and serve him loyally day after day. It has horses with excellent bloodlines and can live up to twenty years with careful care, enough to accompany him through the most important times.

time.

"Eat well and don't be picky."

Huang Shang expressed concern again, watched the little pony nod his head, and turned around to leave Ma Peng.

The friends next to me are already used to it, but now no one knows that there is something magical about this prince, who is even more powerful than the legendary elves.

And next, he will conduct paladin training again.

The smallest trainer, the most irresistible little warrior.

"May the Holy Light bless our thoughts and words and deeds, may the Holy Light protect us and thrive, and may we serve the light as a paladin!"

In the training ground, a group of teenagers wore helmets and leather chest protectors and practiced fighting with wooden swords.

They are all strong and agile, and they are all trainee knights and reserves of the paladin.

When Huang Shang walked into the training ground, everyone stopped and nodded to him.

The nine-year-old prince is already tall and strong. Thanks to the blessing of the Holy Light, words like justice, purity, and nobility are always associated with him.

Despite the aura of being the heir to Lordaeron, the trainee knights present were all in awe of him.

Because I can't beat it at all.

Huang Shang came to the field and took down a thick and simple warhammer from the weapons rack. This kind of warhammer that even an adult could hardly wield was as light as a feather in his hand.

It was not only physical strength, but also an abundant power of holy light that enveloped the weapon, coating it with a milky white light.

The sacred contract presented by Uther on his waist flashed, and a halo full of divine power expanded, covering the bodies of all trainee knights within thirty yards.

This is the Aura of Punishment!

After ordinary paladins undergo arduous self-discipline practice and repeatedly realize the holy light, they can perform unique skills, allowing themselves and their comrades to attack with holy light to punish evil.

But now, Huang Shang turned on the punishment halo so that when the dozens of trainee knights in the field came to attack him, they would not fall down with a single blow.

There was no way, after all, the trainee knight was too weak, and the official paladin would not come to practice with him.

It can only be strengthened artificially.

Even so, when Huang Shang stood in the center and took up his posture, the apprentice knights around him were like the Japanese samurai surrounded by Ip Man. Their legs were trembling slightly, and some sheep were subconsciously afraid of the lion.

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"Let's get started!"

Huang Shang did not let them wait. He raised his hands slightly, and a circle of burning flames spurted out from his tough body, instantly turning the nearby land into a sacred place.

The signature skill of the Paladin for large-scale destruction - Dedication!

Many trainee knights felt their feet hot, like fish on an iron plate. They immediately jumped up, holding weapons and shields, and rushed towards Huang Shang.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Huang Shang held the war hammer, slashed and smashed, opened and closed, hitting thirty with one.

Compared to the powerful beings of the innate races such as Goku and Thanos, Arthas is a standard mortal.

He is nine years old, but he has not yet unified the world. It is so ordinary.

There is still a sense of gap.

But no matter how low the starting point is, can it be compared to the poverty and poverty in Huang Shang's period?

So his mentality is still very upright.

It's just that this world is not as good as Tianlong after all. On the surface, the disputes between family and country are easily settled, but secretly, countless energy influences are the inevitable erosion.

In World of Warcraft, reality is the center, surrounded by six major energies: sacred, natural, evil, undead, arcane, and void, each with its own representative.

Among them, the evil energy controlled by the Burning Legion corresponds to chaos, and the light corresponding to the sacred is, to put it in a partial way, sunlight.

Note that the Holy Light does not represent absolute justice. Exposure to sunlight will still kill living beings. The position of the Holy Light comes from the user himself. If he has no doubts in his heart, the Holy Light exists. As for what it is used for, it is to provide support.

Whether it's justice or harming people, it doesn't matter.

But compared to the other five energies, the Holy Light is still beneficial to mankind in most of its period. It resists darkness, protects kindness, and has a positive and righteous stance.

So no matter what aspect he considered, Huang Shang's first profession was to choose the Paladin related to the Holy Light.

Profession.

In this world, he is prepared to take this path of improvement.

So not only the Paladin's retribution aura and devotion, but the Holy Light is also used to arrange the Priest's Power Word Shield. With several layers of protection, the sandbags can withstand his hammer blows again and again without falling down.

This group of trainee knights didn't know that they were taking great pains to help the prince improve his performance in order to last longer.

This is the only person who has understood the Holy Light to this extent before officially becoming a Paladin.

The archbishops are all in trouble. This guy's power of Holy Light is stronger than them. What should I do when he is canonized?

boom!

The last hammer blasted a young boy away. Huang Shang casually waved a holy light spell to heal him. With a flick of his hand, the hammer flew out and landed on the weapon rack. The holy light offset the impact, and the force was just right.

Attack, treatment, assistance, and the Holy Light are in his hands, and they are already superb.

"Your Highness is awesome!"

The young men cheered, and one of them even suggested: "I'm afraid only bloodthirsty and cruel orcs are qualified to fight with His Highness!"

"But I was still beaten to a pulp by His Highness..."

"Hahaha!"

"Two fools! Two fools!"

In the daily praise of dog licking, a loud voice suddenly sounded, and a knight wearing armor galloped over.

"Ser Uther!"

The apprentice knights all showed admiration.

As the founder of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Uther is most worthy of the title of "Lightbringer" and deserves the love and respect of all the people.

"Can you please slow down?"

Huang Shang habitually corrected the tutor's pronunciation, and noticed that Uther was wearing a full set of knight armor, majestic and full of fighting spirit.

In the city, this is very unusual.

"Did that thing happen?"

Sure enough, Uther came to the front, touched his forehead with his hand wearing mail gloves and saluted: "Your Highness, a messenger from Nanhai Town just brought us the worst news. A few days ago, several people

Hundreds of small boats full of refugees from Stormwind landed on our coast, and Stormwind... fell."

Huang Shang opened his sea-blue eyes, showing proper surprise: "How could this happen?"

Uther looked serious: "We will find out the specific situation soon. These survivors, including Prince Varian, are led by Lord Anduin Lothar, the former warrior of Stormwind City. They will arrive in a few days.

The royal capital... alas!"

At the end, he sighed slightly, thinking of something, showing helplessness.

"Isn't this what the king wants to see?"

Huang Shang sneered in his heart.

The Arthas he chose was the prince of Lordaeron among the seven great kingdoms of mankind. The country he lived in was rich and powerful, but also full of hidden dangers.

Not to mention the old nobles and conservative forces in the country, his current father is still an ambitious man who wants to become the supreme king and unify all human countries.
To be continued...