"Bitch! You have to face your own fate! " Medivh, who was under Sargeras' control, was in a relationship with Garona, a female half-orc, in an orc's way.
Medivh's punches fell like raindrops. This was nothing to Garona, who had been treated with disdain and torment by her fellow orcs since she was a slave.
"Male! Other than your evil magic, is that all you have? I look down on you. "
Sargeras was even angrier.
On the other hand, Noxus felt that he had the obligation to stop all of this out of chivalry and gentlemanly demeanor. He roared, "Let her go!" and charged forward, but he was sent flying by an unknown magic spell from Medivh.
And Duque … Duque was just a bystander.
Although he already knew that this was history repeating itself, Duque still felt that it was an eye-opener. But, Old Max, do you know that you're so awesome? Aren't you afraid that your children will run in front of you and sing, "I call you dad, you hit my mom!"?
"Idiot! Do you really think you can join the insignificant human kingdom? Come on, face your fate! " A mysterious light appeared on Medivh's hands, and countless runes the size of ants flowed on Medivh's palms, the back of his hands, and his arms.
The next second, a mysterious force shot into Garona's brow.
It was an extremely terrifying image for Garona. She saw the future, a future that she didn't even believe in.
The gentle and magnanimous Chief Laing Wrynn, who represented the entire human kingdom and accepted her, took her in, and gave her a home, was actually killed by her own hands.
The image was so clear and felt so real. Garona was completely stunned.
Laing's expression of disbelief, Laing's son Varian's horrified expression, and the painful expression of the queen who cared about her the most appeared in front of her.
There was also the smell and touch of blood, and the horrifying feeling of her digging out Laing's heart with her own hands. Everything was extremely realistic.
All these little details piled up, causing Gahrona to fall into a frenzy.
"This is impossible!?"
Gahrona's body suddenly trembled, and she collapsed to the ground, her whole body twitching non-stop.
"Bastard — what did you do to her?" Lothar roared and charged again.
"I'm just letting her face her inevitable fate." Medivh, who had returned to his normal self, had a mocking and ferocious look on his face.
"Go to hell, Sargeras!" Lothar roared and rushed forward.
Duque followed him silently. He summoned his signature 36 Hands of Magic and rained Arcane Bullets at Medivh. Of course, he knew that it was useless.
Such low-density, low-damage Arcane Missiles might be able to torture orcs or murlocs, but it was nothing to Medivh, who was at the pinnacle of mysterious power in this world.
Duque could clearly see that before the sea of Arcane Missiles could even get within three meters of Medivh, they were automatically disintegrated by the high density of mana that escaped from Medivh's body.
That was not what he wanted.
Duque was playing the role of Khadgar. According to the nature of fate, as long as he integrated himself into the 80% compatibility, he might be able to replace Khadgar's position and successfully kill Medivh.
In the 'history', this was how Medivh dealt with Gahrona first, and then he used his longsword to tease Lothar. While they were playing fencing, Khadgar, who had been using magic just a moment ago, suddenly ran over and stabbed him to death with his longsword.
This' history 'was once thought by Duque to be ridiculous. How could the Medivh that even Sargeras feared, that experienced Medivh, be killed so easily?
But when he thought about it carefully, it made sense.
Think about it, no matter how strong a mage was, if he didn't use magic and instead ran to fight in close combat without any protection, wouldn't he be courting death?
Moreover, the moment Khadgar made his move, the remaining good part of Medivh's soul also jumped out and fought with Sargeras for control of the body.
It would be strange if Sargeras didn't die.
Duque was reenacting that part of history.
"Hahaha! Puny human, you are so weak that I can defeat you without even using magic! " Medivh, just like in the 'history', took out a shiny silver longsword from his spatial storage item and faced Lothar.
Medivh's small body was not much better than Duque's. If it was a simple duel between swordsmen, Lothar would teach him a lesson in no time.
Even if Orgrim or Illidan's soul came in, it would be useless, let alone Sargeras' possession.
Sargeras' method was very simple — cheating. He directly used the Slow Spell to reduce Lothar's speed and strength to a level slightly lower than his own, and then they fought fiercely.
"Haha! What number one swordsman of Stormwind, your strength is only so-so! "He had seen shameless people, but he had never seen someone so shameless.
Lothar wanted to say, "Fight me without magic if you can," but he didn't say a word. Of course, he knew that Sargeras was toying with him. And the weak Duque couldn't dispel such a high-level spell for him.
Duque?
Seeing Duque continuously releasing those low-level trash spells, Sargeras snorted disdainfully at Duque. The great Sea King Duque was ignored by Sargeras just like that.
Duque was still the best actor. He roared, and even his neck was so red that it seemed like two dicks could be stuck in it. He poured out his magic and released those useless offensive spells.
Ice arrows, fireballs, arcane missiles, arcane impacts, and almost all the conventional magic attacks were used by Duque.
Everything was a pretense.
Looking at Medivh's back, Duque sneered in his heart. Sargeras, you're arrogant! Arrogant! When I stab my sword into your back, when you discover that Medivh's weak body is your fatal weakness, I really look forward to seeing the Burning Legion's number one boss' shocked face.
Duque thought that he had done it flawlessly. When he reached his limit and pulled out the [King's Protector] to teach Sargeras a lesson, space seemed to be strangely distorted.
There seemed to be a strange distortion in space, and then a warm heat appeared on his neck. Duke tilted his head, and in the next moment, he saw himself ….
A headless version of himself.
A version of himself who was spurting out mouthfuls of blood.
His vision spun, and then, all he felt was the coldness of the ground. Medivh's boots entered Duque's field of vision.
Wait! Something's wrong!
I'm dead!?
Sargeras's voice suddenly reached Duque's ears.
"Idiot, you think I didn't guard against you? If it was my useless disciple, Cadgar, I might have ignored him. But you … I've always been guarding against you! Hahahaha! Ridiculous! Too ridiculous! "
Duque … died!
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