The sky was gloomy. Next to it was the outline of the Mage Tower, the outer tower, and the auxiliary tower, but this was not the sky that could be seen from the outside of Karazhan.
The distortion of space and time made it so that when people looked out from the huge rooftop square, they could only see gray chaos. Evil energy tumbled in the void like boiling soup.
Strictly speaking, Prince Malakzar should not be here. Prince Malakzar's appearance here gave Duque the feeling that he was the transmigrator.
Duque looked at this huge demon that was as tall as three people and frowned.
This big guy, who was supposed to be the final boss in the future, now looked more like a watchdog that had responded to Sargeras's summons. He declared the demon's ownership of this place to every intruder that successfully arrived, which meant that the power of the King of Demons would descend upon everyone present and punish those who displeased his master.
In fact, that was what Prince Malakzar did.
He frowned almost as soon as he saw Duque, Lothar, and the others.
This dark green demon with three mysterious tentacles under his chin roared, "Puny humans! I don't know how you came here. But since you can come here, it means that the trash I arranged in front has either been defeated, or you have deceived the entire defense system so that I can't receive any news of your invasion. "
Lothar did not speak. He still held the shield in his left hand and waved his sword in his right hand. Then, he winked at Duque.
Good job!
He did not say it out loud, but that was what he meant.
Prince Malakzar proudly took a big step forward. His huge hooves stepped on the limestone tiles, which made a sizzling sound due to the inexplicable high temperature.
"I don't know how you did it, but that's not important. What's important is that you will all die here, and your souls will become mine. Submit to me! Mortals! Or else your souls will suffer for ten thousand years! " The prince's loud roar echoed throughout the entire rooftop. The strange surrounding space made Prince Malakzar's voice tremble.
Lothar's elite soldiers suddenly trembled. They never lacked courage, but some enemies could not be dealt with with courage alone.
However …
"You're just a dog that only knows how to fart. If it were your boss, Sargeras, saying these words might be able to scare people, but you? Far from it! "Duque replied.
"I hate this guy. Can I get rid of him?" Garona gave off an obvious feeling of agitation.
Lothar: "Alright, ladies first …"
"…" Duque rolled his eyes.
"…" The group of elite soldiers expressed that they were temporarily deaf.
Duque was speechless. He really didn't realize that Lothar wasn't a good person either. He actually let Gahrona take the lead.
If it was Duque, he would have done the same. Garona, with her high agility and speed, was very suitable for probing the enemy.
Alright, Duque wasn't a good person either.
Garona closed her eyes.
This female Orc's combat power was definitely top-notch. As expected, those who entered the Heroic Domain and had a strong history in Azeroth, none of them were fake.
For some reason, Duque felt that Garona's strength seemed to have increased by another level.
Her figure was so fast that it felt like Prince Malchezaar was surrounded by Garona's afterimages. If it was just the Thief's [Sprint] and [Slice], it definitely wouldn't have such a cool effect.
This was clearly one of Garona's unique skills.
Garona's bone dagger wasn't a divine weapon, but some mysterious power seemed to have been injected into it, and the dagger's attack power had increased significantly.
Deep wounds that could be considered shocking to humans kept appearing on the prince's body. Almost every time he dodged, there would be a few terrifying wounds that were five centimeters deep and more than half a meter long on the prince's exposed skin.
However, for a demon with extremely strong vitality, these were at most superficial wounds.
"You green-skinned sow! Do you dare to fight me head-on!? "Prince Malchezaar was furious.
The next moment, he painfully discovered that one of the antennae on his chin that looked like a penis was almost chopped off by Garona!
"Ah — You dare to do this to me!?"
Prince Malchezaar was finally fed up with Garona's high-speed attacks that were more disgusting than a flurry of flies. He no longer cared about acting cool and directly used his strength. Following his angry roar, four stone giants wrapped in green flames descended from the sky and guarded the prince from all sides.
[Hellfire]!
No, to be precise, this was not a true [Hellfire]. That was because a true Hellfire had a certain level of intelligence. It would walk like a human and attack its own target. Prince Malchezaar's [Hellfire] was a pillar of flames with a human shape.
Of course, the effect was obvious.
The surging power of the flames immediately pushed out in all directions, and in an instant, with the prince at the center of the entire rooftop square, four waves of flames appeared and exploded outwards.
These waves of flames posed a threat to almost everyone on Lothar's side.
First, Garona couldn't withstand the continuous waves of flames, and with a flash and a backflip, she retreated.
Next was Lothar. Clearly, Lothar had some kind of magical item that protected against elemental power, but it was unknown if it was prepared to be used against Medivh. Anyway, when the waves of flames reached Lothar, the power of the fire elements automatically dissipated and turned into a gale slightly stronger than a strong wind. Other than blowing up Lothar's long hair, which could be used to sell shampoo advertisements, it had no real effect.
Next was Duque. An ethereal shield of ice appeared on Duque's body, blocking the hot air that was blowing towards him.
But for the average Storm City elite soldiers, the area affected by these four waves of flames became an insurmountable death zone.
This was not a power that could be easily matched by mortals. Among the elite soldiers who had spread out to prepare for battle, the elite soldier closest to the prince was the first to be unlucky. Ordinary shields might be able to defend against arrows and swords, but they definitely could not defend against flames.
The guy who bore the brunt of the flames was not only sent flying by the surging waves of flames, but also dragged away the other elite soldier who tried to hold him. Everywhere he looked, people were thrown off their feet, and that was not all. Almost everyone was covered in large and small flames.
Cries of alarm rang out incessantly!
"Stand down! Put out the fire! " Lothar's expression was not good. This not only meant that the three of them were the only ones left in this battle, but it was also very likely that these soldiers would not be of any use in the battle with Medivh later.
The opponent's strength was completely beyond imagination.
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