At this time, Duque's clear voice came from behind Sargeras.
"Fallen Titan, Destroyer of Worlds, Lord of the Burning Legion, Great King of Demons, have you forgotten your tragic defeat in Azeroth 10,000 years ago? Or when you were the son of the former Guardian of Azeroth, Aegwynn, you accidentally fell and became retarded at birth? I really don't know where your invincibility comes from. "
About 25,000 years ago, Sargeras betrayed the Pantheon Council formed by the Titans of Creation, created the Burning Legion, and began his Burning Expedition. After taking in Kil 'jaeden and Archimonde from the Eredar Demon Race, Sargeras had a smooth sailing life for the next 15,000 years. He won every battle.
However, 10,000 years ago, during the invasion of planet Azeroth, he was defeated by the native race of Azeroth and the derivative species of the experimental creations left behind by the Titans.
Although Sargeras could blame that failure on his inability to directly descend to planet Azeroth, or on the fact that the Dragon Soul created by the power of the entire Dragon race destroyed the portal, a failure was still a failure.
The failure in Azeroth had become the biggest stain in his life ever since he betrayed the Pantheon and established his own power. He still hadn't been able to wash it off until now.
Needless to say, in order to sneak into Azeroth this time, he didn't hesitate to pretend to be killed by Aegwynn, a small Guardian, and then corroded and devoured the soul of Aegwynn's son, Medivh.
For the great Boss of the Burning Legion, this couldn't be said to be a very degrading thing.
One could imagine that even if he won this time because of this method, he would be ridiculed to death by his old rivals, the Titans, when he faced his other old rivals again.
No, perhaps it was since the failure of the invasion 10,000 years ago that broke the Burning Legion's legend of invincibility, Sargeras could no longer be as glorious as he was 10,000 years ago.
This failure was the biggest pain in Sargeras' heart.
Alright, at this moment, Duque had actually touched on the sore spot. How could it be as simple as sprinkling salt on the wound? It was as if she had forcibly ripped open his scar, used a hook to open the wound, and made it look brand new. Then, she sprinkled some wasabi and chili on it. Finally, she whispered into Sargeras' ear to remind him of the pain.
All that was left was to call a song and dance troupe to dance in front of Sargeras and celebrate the 10,000th anniversary of Sargeras' death.
The series of high and mighty honorifics at the front of these words was just to slap the face at the back!
It wasn't just a slap to the face, it was a slap to the face that was swollen.
Sargeras abruptly turned around, casting his gaze on the young wizard, Duke Marcus, whom he had looked down upon even more.
"Insolent ant! Did I give you permission to speak? " Mixed with Sargeras' terrifying anger that soared into the sky, the boundless pressure that seemed to be able to burn the entire planet shifted from Lothar's body, and suddenly pressed down on Duke's body like a mountain pressing down on him.
Hearing that Duque had helped him out of the predicament, Lothar was still a little happy, but then he widened his eyes, and subconsciously extended his left hand that was tied to the shield towards Duque.
This was because he realized what Duque was about to face. That kind of endless fear was definitely not something a young lad could bear.
Having seen the trials and tribulations of life, bearing the death of his beloved wife, and facing the death of his comrades, Lothar's first half of life could be said to be incomparably rich. Even Lothar, who thought that his mind had long become as hard as iron, didn't dare to say what would happen if Sargeras' pressure continued just now.
What would happen if it was suddenly Duque who had to bear all of this?
Lothar simply couldn't imagine.
In his opinion, the young wizard Duque had already done a perfect job. He had successfully used his wisdom and magic to bring him and his men to Medivh. If it were any other wizard in this world, they might not necessarily be able to do this.
Just this alone made Lothar feel that Duque was already a little hero.
However, Medivh, who was controlled by Sargeras, was too terrifying and powerful. Lothar really didn't dare to imagine the scene of Duque's guts being torn apart.
But his extended left hand was destined to be unable to grab anything, and nothing could be stopped.
At this moment, Lothar, Garona, and Sargeras were stunned at the same time. That violent pressure that should have been able to crush the mind of any mortal in the world was completely unaffected by Duque.
No matter how strong your aura was, he still looked like he was taking a leisurely stroll. He even winked at Sargeras and stretched out his right pinky. "Actually, your aura can be stronger. My small body can still take it."
What the hell is this?
What exactly happened?
The face of Medivh, who was possessed by Sargeras, was full of confusion. He really couldn't understand why even the insignificant human named Anduin Lothar, who had the strongest willpower among the three of them, almost succumbed to his Demon King's aura. But Duque didn't fall for it.
This wasn't some kind of immunity in his mental state, but a kind of blind confidence that should have been built on past achievements.
That's right! It should be that Duque felt that he had an absolute psychological advantage over Sargeras.
Sargeras was about to go crazy. His eyes were filled with fear and resentment.
Du Ke's excessively young face was filled with confidence from start to finish.
This wasn't the first time he had thought of asking the system elf to help him separate his spiritual sea after being afflicted with fear, so that the information from the outside would first pass through a relatively independent space, and after filtering and analysis, it would be delayed for a ten-thousandth of a second before entering his mind.
Also, Duque's confidence was really based on achievements.
Duque muttered to himself in his heart, Sigh … Am I supposed to tell you that back then, for the sake of equipment, I would go on with both the big and small accounts every week, and that I would take turns with your two subordinates, Kil 'jaeden and Archimonde, a hundred times?
Perhaps it was a joke, or perhaps it was a mental victory, or perhaps it was Duque's firm belief that as long as he brought Lothar and Garona to Medivh, history would be on the right track again.
Anyway, it didn't matter whether the others were afraid or not, Duque wasn't afraid, and so he just smiled and annoyed Sargeras.
Ugh, it feels so good to show off in front of a super boss!
"I've changed my mind, ant. You'll be the first to die!" Sargeras let out a deafening roar.
At this moment, Lothar made his move. The King's Sword blossomed with dazzling golden light, and became one with the stream of light when he used [Charge].
Medivh, who was controlled by Sargeras, quickly turned his staff and pointed it at Lothar.
At this moment, Duque saw a strange scene. The passage of time seemed to have become stagnant, and every speck of dust, every ray of light, and even everything around him were moving in a strange trajectory.
The female half-orc legendary assassin, Garona, who had been extremely low-key and concealed her aura and presence … made her move!
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