To Duque, it had always been a big question mark as to how strong the fellow who stepped into the realm of heroes in Azeroth was.
Purely from the perspective of physical strength, agility, and vitality, Lothar did not exceed the limits of a human. However, with the support of the warrior's unique [Rage] power, Lothar made a series of unimaginable moves.
A normal [Charge] and a warrior's special [Charge] were two completely different concepts. Even though a warrior's [Charge] could only be used once in a battle, the powerful impact this time was very precious.
It was the first time Duque had seen Lothar's [Charge].
It should be said that Lothar did not even use his full strength against Evil Hoof.
Lothar's military boots made a high-speed grinding sound, and in the next instant, his entire body suddenly turned into a stream of light, crossing the more than ten meters between him and Prince Malchezaar. According to a normal human's [Charge], Lothar would only rush to the prince's feet, but Lothar's [Charge] unreasonably rushed into the air.
"You …" Prince Malchezaar's words came to an abrupt halt, because he saw a shield that was not big, but was big enough to cover his entire ugly face rapidly enlarging in his vision.
"Bam!" The [Shield Bash] that came right at Kieran's head sent the prince into a daze. The strong impact landed on the prince's nose, and the unsuppressable soreness and pain made the prince want to cry.
This was not the end.
The feeler on Prince Malchezaar's chin that looked like a penis that was almost chopped off by Gahrona just now was really chopped off this time!
Lothar deliberately took the blame for Garona's mistake with his strength!
Just like that, the hatred created by Garona was perfectly inherited by Lothar.
Duque had once heard of such an unreliable legend, that the males of the Eredar Tribe treated the three tentacles under their chin as precious as their own little brothers. Whether this legend was reliable or just fabricated by some unscrupulous author, there was no way to know. In any case, when the tentacle was directly chopped off by Lothar with the King's Sword.
Prince Malchezaar was enraged!
He was truly enraged.
"Go to hell! Human! " He was not knocked down by Lothar's charge and shield. The prince displayed the strong physique of the demon race. His body, which was leaning back due to the heavy blow, suddenly bounced back like a spring under the effect of his powerful waist and abdomen. His fist, which was larger than a calf, came crashing down.
Quick! And ferocious!
This was the problem that humans often encountered when fighting against giants. The huge difference in size would cause humans to be unable to withstand the inhuman strength if they were not careful and were hit by a fierce blow. Humans would be crushed and instantly killed by the terrifying difference in strength that could not be made up for with training.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
The high-rank demon couldn't hide the surprise on his face. "How is this possible?!"
In Prince Malchezaar's eyes, Lothar, who was covered in heavy armor that only increased his weight but was meaningless to the Demon race, should be a piece of delicious meat on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.
But Lothar flew up.
It was not an adjective, but a real kick. He once again rose more than two meters in the air. From facing the prince's big ugly face, he flew to the prince's head and struck again.
Only then did the prince see from where Lothar had just landed that there were two Hands of Magic there. It was this pair of illusory palms constructed from arcane energy that perfectly became Lothar's fulcrum when Lothar had nowhere to borrow strength from, supporting Lothar in unimaginable acrobatics.
"Ahhhh —" The moment the King's Sword pierced Malchezaar's skull, a dazzling golden light blossomed.
A pair of seemingly burning golden wings of light extended from Lothar's back, breaking through the chaotic void on the roof of Karazhan, creating an additional passage between Karazhan and the World of Azeroth, which was located in the gap between the astral world and Karazhan.
This passage glowed with golden light.
On the sword, a golden storm filled with a holy aura blew up. The chaotic wind caused Lothar's handsome long hair to flutter erratically, making this future lion of Azeroth even more charismatic.
At some point, Garona, who was supposed to cooperate and attack, also stopped in her tracks.
Standing on the head of this huge Demon who was at least six meters tall, Lothar's expression was very calm, as if his soul was wandering in the sky. He seemed to be feeling something, savoring something, or listening to the melodious sound of chimes coming from a tall building in the distance.
At this moment, even Duque heard the sound of metal clashing coming from above.
Raising his head abruptly, Duke realized that he had unknowingly stepped into a strange period of history.
Ever since he came to this world …
At every moment, there were thousands of voices singing his legend.
Every minute and every second, there were thousands of wills swearing to inherit his ideals.
As if responding to Lothar's golden wings of light, Duque saw an illusory figure in the floating golden clouds on the battlefield.
It was a knight. His face was clearly a blur in the eyes of the bystanders. But everyone could feel his gaze on Lothar.
No, he was not only looking at Lothar, he was also looking at the entire human race.
That's right!
The crown on his head proved his identity — the only emperor recognized by the seven major human kingdoms in the history of Azeroth, Thoradin The Great.
His gaze fell on the sword in Lothar's hands that was piercing the Demon's head. He smiled. It was a smile of approval.
"Those who fight for humanity will receive my protection!"
After leaving a soft murmur, Thoradin The Great's figure disappeared.
The next moment, the sword in Lothar's hand emitted a bright light.
Prince Malchezaar's huge greenish-blue body, starting from the head that was pierced, seemed to turn into gravel in the wind and disappeared in the golden light.
Duque was stunned. He never thought that Prince Malchezaar would be a problem for him, Lothar, and Garona. Just one big move from Lothar was able to instantly kill Prince Malchezaar, who would become the final Boss of Karazhan in the future?
That was a bit too much!
The prince's figure disappeared. Lothar descended with a gorgeous, eagle-like dive, his metal boots hitting the bluestone ground with a clear clang.
There was no joy of victory on Lothar's face. Instead, it was as if he was facing a great enemy. Not only him, but Duque and Garona also had the same expression.
"Come out, old friend. I can already feel your aura."
"Hehehe!" With a chuckle, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. For some reason, they had already arrived at Medivh's workshop inside Karazhan.
In the middle of the three, the super Boss Medivh, who directed the entire incident at The Dark Portal, appeared!
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