Soul-Piercing World of Warcraft Paladin, the Holy Power Is Not Enough, Shadow Minato

In the fifth year after traveling to World of Warcraft, Blake Weston finally recognized a cruel fact: not all time-travelers can become lords and marry Bai Fumei. He is still a hard-working militiaman in the Western Wilderness. Although his Holy Light affinity is astonishingly high, the upper limit of his Holy Power is ridiculously low. He has to shout that he has no mana after firing two Holy Light spells. When his teammates are injured, he can only say "wait a little longer" in embarrassment. The turning point of everything happened in an abandoned mine. When the Necromancer's Voidwalker entangled his teammates, Blake grabbed the ball of void energy with his bare hands in desperation. The expected burning did not happen. Instead, the void energy melted like butter and was absorbed by him, transforming into the power of holy light. Blake finally discovered that his body could convert shadow energy into holy light. The bottleneck of holy power that had troubled him for five years no longer existed. As long as he "filled up the gas", he could even unleash the ultimate move that even he was afraid of. The only trouble is, where can a half-baked Paladin go to cheer up the Shadow Pool? A casual and everyday Warcraft fanfic about a paladin's alternative path of cultivation. When the conspiracy behind the Dark Portal gradually emerges, this militiaman who becomes stronger while complaining may become the most unexpected trump card of the alliance.