"No —" When Lothar saw that Duque had been killed, he suddenly felt that the world around him had become blank and empty. Apart from Duque's corpse and the Medivh possessed by Sargeras, he couldn't see or hear anything.
An unprecedented grief and indignation surged in his heart like a volcanic eruption.
He used to think that he had seen through life and death, and was used to seeing his comrades die. He was no longer afraid, and he could treat the death of everyone around him coldly.
In fact, when he faced this moment again, Lothar still found that he couldn't do it.
From the moment he met Duque, Lothar only felt that he was a talented and flamboyant kid. When he was Duque's age, he vaguely remembered that he had done a lot of crazy things, but whenever there was a problem, there was always Laing, the prince, to take care of it.
At that time, Lothar only had pure admiration for Duque.
When the name "Sea King Duque" appeared, Lothar originally didn't like this kind of person who relied on business to rise, but as time passed, Lothar changed his view.
Everything that Duque did proved that he was responding to the crisis, for the benefit of Stormwind, and even for the benefit of the entire human race.
If Duque was just that, then Duque would be a very good assistant minister. But everything that happened in Karazhan made Lothar secretly raise his evaluation of Duque to an unprecedented level.
Brave, wise, smart, kind-hearted, and highly principled. This was definitely the template of a top young hero.
Lothar quickly realized that if Duque was allowed to grow, he would be the pillar of Stormwind's next generation. He and Laing were still in the prime of their lives, but they would grow old after all. Prince Varian was still young, and when the time came, it would definitely not be Lothar who would help Varian to the end.
Duke Bolvar Fordragon was a very good candidate. Unfortunately, he would at most be an assistant minister in the ordinary domain. After losing Medivh, the Stormwind Kingdom needed a new flag in the field of magic, no matter how one looked at it.
When he killed Prince Malchezar, Lothar had secretly made a decision. If he succeeded this time, he would definitely recommend Duque to the throne when he returned.
However, just as Lothar made up his mind, Duque was killed by Sargeras in front of him with the face and body of his old friend of decades.
A Guardian-level [Slow] and a plain horizontal slash ended the hope of Stormwind's future.
The death of a genius was the most painful.
"Ahhhhh …" Noxus roared furiously like a berserk lion while activating a certain item that was supposed to be a trump card. His entire body radiated a burst of golden light.
Lothar, whose Strength, Speed, Agility, Exorcism, and other attributes had all soared, suddenly approached Medivh.
"Oh?" Medivh's face revealed a slightly surprised expression.
The King's Sword, which was emitting a bright light, suddenly slashed down. What greeted it was not Medivh's magic, but a huge metal arm with a blue base and silver edges.
Even with the King's Sword's almost indestructible sharpness and powerful Exorcism effect, it was still unable to break through the defense of this arm. The longsword and the metal arm collided, causing dazzling sparks. The metal on the huge arm let out a shrill cry, and even the metal arm bent slightly backwards.
After all, it was still blocked.
Only then did Lothar notice that the huge pile of metal beside the mana pool just now was an unactivated golem. Now, this huge golem with condensed arcane energy as its body and metal parts as its auxiliary had become a natural barrier between him and the Demon King Sargeras.
"Lothar, Lothar, I'm tired of playing with you. A slightly better existence among ants like you is not worthy of my personal attack. You are only worthy of fighting with the toys I created. You, Anduin Lothar, just like that little guy Duque, go to hell. " Medivh's face showed the greatest evil aura. Every contorted facial curve on his face was condensed with malevolence and disgust.
Medivh's whole body began to transform.
Two long, flaming horns protruded from his head.
His delicate and elegant face became withered, and three awl-like spikes protruded from his chin.
His exposed skin had also become dry, like the bark of a dead tree. But between the dry and cracked skin, a huge green light could be clearly seen flowing in this body that could once accommodate the power of all the guardians of the Tirisfal Council.
Lothar wanted to curse Sargeras, but he could not breathe under the pressure of this huge Arcane Golem's crazy attack.
The golem's fist was too big and too fast.
With Lothar's speed, dodging was completely an extravagant hope. When the heavy fist that was enough to split a mountain and split a stone hit, although Lothar had tilted his shield in an attempt to deflect the thunderous force, Lothar obviously failed.
It was difficult to use an epic-level shield in this kind of battle.
The rare shield branded with the lion emblem of Stormwind City turned into powder in just one-tenth of a second.
The only thing that could protect Lothar was the King's Sword.
Parrying with his sword horizontally was a standard military sword technique. It was the only way out. The King's Sword, which had suffered a heavy blow, showed unimaginable toughness. Even if it bent backward as much as possible, even if it had clearly revealed an arc, the King's Sword still did not break.
If it were another Warrior, they might have been crushed by the huge force of this huge golem and killed on the spot.
Lothar was Lothar. In a split second, he could still quickly adjust the pace of his legs and shift his center of gravity. Before the surging force that mortals could match destroyed his body, he dodged to the left, and his center of gravity moved to the side. The golem's huge fist suddenly missed.
Even the ground that had been reinforced by special magic couldn't withstand such a violent heavy blow. With a bang, stone chips flew everywhere.
If Lothar hadn't insisted on wearing a suit of armor, perhaps he would have been turned into a bloody sieve by the sharp and high-speed stones because he couldn't dodge in time.
The punch missed, but Lothar's crisis was not over.
The huge golem's fierce attack continued without any pause. The giant fist that should have been inserted into the ground suddenly swung horizontally, almost blasting half of Lothar's body into meat paste.
Lothar couldn't even deal with a golem, let alone Sargeras who was watching a beast fight next to him!
For the first time, despair gripped Lothar's heart tightly.
At this time, there was a loud noise outside Karazhan Tower. It was a super strong attack that even Karazhan, which was in an independent space, felt a strong shock.
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