Wherever Medivh's fingertips pointed, there would be a bright purple arcane radiance. As mysterious veins of light flowed from top to bottom, the things in Duque, Noxus, and Garona's field of vision were being constructed at a high speed.
Power that could not be understood and measured by science surged out, and the surrounding scene was like an oil painting with its canvas removed, revealing its true form.
When the last round of dazzling light bloomed, everything changed. The void and chaotic sky became the roof of Medivh's workshop, and sunlight shone through the colorful glass windows, filling the entire workshop with a holy atmosphere like a church.
There were 12 huge marble pillars around the workshop, forming a cloister around the periphery.
In the middle of the workshop was a large pool with a diameter of 20 meters. It was filled with a blue liquid that was slowly churning. Duque only needed a glance to understand what it was.
Mana!
Mana that was rapidly condensed!
It had surpassed the gaseous state of mana itself and turned into a liquid state.
Every time the liquid mana rolled, if one were to focus all their attention on it, they would discover that there would be dazzling lights exploding in front of their eyes, as if flowers of light were blooming, constantly repeating the process of budding, blossoming, withering, and dying.
The power contained in it was so terrifying that Duque could even imagine that once the mana in the pool went out of control, the interweaving light energy comparable to a nuclear bomb would instantly spread to the surroundings, turning the land within a radius of 500 kilometers into a wasteland.
Compared to this astonishing mana pool, the pile of metal parts that Medivh had placed beside the pool that were as tall as three people seemed insignificant.
Looking at everything in front of him, Duque once again confirmed one thing in his mind — Medivh, who was known as an Astral Mage, was definitely at the peak of mastery in the use of the element [Space].
[Time] and [Space] were recognized by almost everyone as the strongest elements.
In fact, even though he brought Lothar and Gahrona to Medivh, Duque still felt his scalp go numb. He didn't know how to deal with the Medivh possessed by Sargeras.
Fortunately, only the three of them were teleported to the workshop. Medivh did not deal with Lothar's men.
At this moment, the Medivh spoke.
"Hehehe!" The Medivh laughed, and there was an indescribable evil charm in his laughter. "Since you call us old friends, why do you have to point your sword at my chest?"
Noxus's gaze fell on Medivh's feet, who was standing beside the mana pool. His eyes scanned carefully from his feet to Medivh's head.
When he looked at Medivh again, Lothar's voice became very gentle.
"Yes! My sword is not pointed at my old friend. It's not pointed at Medivh, who is a close friend. " Noxus sheathed his sword. "We're not from the same world from the beginning. You're a high and mighty guardian. As long as you don't abdicate, you can have an almost endless lifespan. On the other hand, Ryan and I are just two seemingly noble people, but in reality, we are lowly mortals. Why did we become friends? "
"Yes! Why? " A playful smile appeared on Medivh's face. He even ignored Gahrona, who was quietly moving behind him on the left, and ignored Duque, who was motionless behind him on the right.
"It's because of your humility and magnanimity that you gained our recognition. Do you still remember that 20 years ago, you had just defended Azeroth again and came back injured, but you still bore it and created an ice cube to cool the forehead of a child with a fever in the slums. "
"Do you still remember that day …"
"Do you still remember …"
Lothar softly recounted his past with Medivh. Medivh didn't interrupt him, and just listened with a smile.
After an unknown period of time, Lothar finally came out of his memories. When the last word of Lothar's words fell, Medivh's face finally showed a playful expression.
"It's a beautiful story, isn't it? Unfortunately … it's meaningless! "Medivh's face finally sank. The next moment, the entire workshop trembled.
"Meaningless!? No! Everything I have said is meaningful! Because I always believed that the generous and benevolent Medivh I knew was still alive in some form somewhere. And you, Sargeras, I'll pull you out of my old friend's body and make you scram back to where you came from! "
Lothar's voice was like thunder rolling in the empty workshop, echoing left and right. The anger contained in his voice seemed to want to burn up Sargeras's dirty and sinful soul in an instant.
Lothar pulled out the King's Sword again, and the dazzling golden light on the sword was like the light of dawn that chased away the darkness along the entire horizon at dawn, splitting the entire workshop that was filled with Medivh's terrifying magic into two.
Lothar's aura was astonishing, but the depths of Medivh's slightly playful eyes were filled with disdain.
Sargeras' voice sounded calm and indifferent. "Lothar, is this your trump card? It's a pity that you took it out too early. Otherwise, you might have given me a little surprise. "
"A true king doesn't need to hide himself," Lothar said firmly.
This was also a small drawback of the King's Sword. The path of a King was the righteous path of a King. Emperor Soradin's will on the sword would not allow the wielder of the sword to do such a disgraceful thing like stabbing someone in the back or sneaking up on the opponent.
Moreover, from the beginning, Lothar didn't really intend to hide himself.
"Hmph! The so-called king isn't even an ant in front of me, the invincible king of the realms. "An incomparably terrifying will spread out from Medivh's body.
As a direct opponent of Sargeras, Lothar was definitely the first to bear the brunt. The will of the demon king wasn't just simply terrifying. Countless images, large and small, continuous or intermittent, flashed across Noxus's spiritual sea, constantly impacting Noxus's will.
Those weren't ordinary images. They were images of worlds that had been destroyed by Sargeras's Burning Legion over the past 10,000 years or so.
The cruel and crazy demons turned beautiful planets into barren, scorched lands, and killed millions of all kinds of creatures.
Slaughter!
Destruction!
Destruction!
This was the main theme of the Burning Legion.
At this moment, Lothar heard the cries of billions of creatures, and tasted their sorrow, pain, and despair. Before he knew it, Lothar had already knelt on one knee. His face was pale, and his forehead and hair were all dripping with cold sweat. His eyes were pitch-black, as if he was about to faint.
Noxus felt like a lone boat in a boundless sea of rage. Under the boundless black storm, he was hopelessly enduring the onslaught of the storm, and his boat would be destroyed at any time. He was completely subdued by Sargeras' terrifying will.
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