"Unless?" The priestess raised her head proudly, and the light of divinity flowed in her eyes.
"Unless the group of people who raided Karazhan can deal a fatal blow to the demon king while we're holding back most of Sargeras's forces."
"Can they do it?" The night elves expressed their doubts.
"The one inside is a descendant of Thoradin!"
Thoradin The Great was a name that even the most ignorant night elves had heard of. Even though the Night Elves didn't have much contact with the humans, it didn't stop them from knowing that there was a hero on another continent who chased away the trolls, united the various human tribes, and built a great empire.
Hearing this name, the priestess was in awe.
"If Anduin Lothar really did it, then he'll be the hero of the entire World of Azeroth …" Aegwynn's voice lowered.
What was Lothar, whom Aegwynn had high hopes for, doing?
Sorry, this great hero was running away in a sorry state.
Lothar was very tired. He could hear his extremely heavy breathing. The sound of blowing bellows announced that his physical strength had dropped to a very low level. His lungs, which felt like they were not enough no matter how much oxygen he inhaled, could no longer squeeze out more of his physical strength.
He took off his helmet, and after the shoulder strap of his armor was accidentally broken, he had to take the opportunity to remove and throw away the armor. He only had time to throw away the well-bound gauntlets and leggings.
It couldn't be helped. In front of the golem whose power was beyond human imagination, the word "power" was meaningless. The only way to save his life was to dodge flexibly.
Between the twelve pillars surrounding the workshop, Lothar rolled and crawled to dodge the attacks of the giant golem again and again.
Gradually, his physical strength and luck seemed to have reached the end.
Lothar glanced at his old friend Medivh, the guy who should be called Sargeras now. An evil red light glowed in the eyes that were sunken into the sockets. Its white teeth seemed to be ready to devour people at any time. Its withered body that did not have a trace of life aura was even more frightening.
Sargeras ignored Lothar and muttered a series of demon incantations that Lothar did not understand. He didn't know if this was the incantation to maintain the Door of Darkness or something else.
Looking at Garona, who was still twitching on the ground, and Duque's corpse, whose blood had gradually turned cold, Lothar's will to resist did not weaken at all, but despair had unknowingly gripped Lothar's heart.
In front of the leader of the Burning Legion, Sargeras, the little power of humans was too insignificant. They couldn't even be considered a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Even if Lothar guessed that Sargeras had been pinned down, what else could he do? He couldn't even escape the giant golem's pursuit.
The enormous lightning balls that the golem threw out were glittering with blue and white electric arcs, emitting earsplitting noises that stimulated Lothar's nerves nonstop and threatened him. If he dared to cross the line, Lothar's only outcome would be to be burnt.
Lothar took advantage of an opening and used all his strength to rush over.
He failed. The huge golem was more agile than he had imagined. A huge fist blasted over, and Lothar had no choice but to roll awkwardly to avoid this blow. The fist blasted less than a meter away from Lothar, which happened to be a huge pillar.
The destructive shock spread to the ceiling above Sargeras's head, and a huge black line of twisting cracks immediately appeared on the wall. The black line was spreading at high speed, and after a while, a small part of the entire workshop collapsed.
Crash! Rubble fell all over the ground, and unknowingly, it covered Duque's corpse.
Lothar had no time to care because another heavy punch from the golem had already arrived.
It's over!
Even before the fist arrived, Lothar knew that he couldn't dodge it this time. Not only was his stamina almost exhausted, but a piece of rubble had also hit his ankle just now, and a piercing pain suddenly came.
Perhaps he would be fine after resting for a while, but the problem was that the inhumane golem would not give its enemies time to rest!
"Bam!" With a loud bang, Lothar was swept away by the golem's giant fist. At this moment, Lothar only felt that his internal organs had shifted positions.
Death was right in front of him.
Lothar … was very tired. He was physically and mentally exhausted, and he couldn't even stand up. As a Swordsman, he should never abandon his sword, but it had already been knocked away by the bombardment just now. After spinning a few times, the King's Sword lay quietly behind Medivh.
Sargeras's face was full of mockery. He didn't stop chanting, and used a voice that came from his soul to talk to Lothar. "Hehe! Lothar! Lothar, you've finally reached the end of your life. Why, do you have any thoughts? "
Lothar should have truly and completely lost all hope. But at this moment, a strange figure appeared on the back of the huge golem.
It was a shadow that was close to a soul, but Lothar dared to swear that the ghost was definitely Duque. There was no way he would mistake the face that had filled his mind since the beginning.
He also clearly saw the soul-like Duque give him a hand gesture.
That was what he had taught Duque before entering Karazhan. It meant — I need cover.
Cover?
What cover?
Well, the only thing he could do was to taunt.
Lothar sat up in a very pretentious manner and combed his hair with his left hand. "Sorry, it's not time for me to sum up my life yet. Because I have a shocking secret about the World of Azeroth … "At this point, Lothar's voice trailed off.
"Huh?" Sargeras's interest was piqued.
He had seen many people who betrayed their masters for glory. The so-called heroes were definitely one in a million who persisted to the end. He wasn't afraid that Lothar would lie to him. In Sargeras's opinion, Lothar wouldn't benefit from lying to him. Moreover, Lothar was a descendant of the human Thoradin The Great. Maybe he really had some secrets.
Sargeras approached Lothar as he chanted.
Beside Lothar, the huge golem raised its fist high, ready to smash Lothar into minced meat at any time. It was only waiting for Sargeras's command.
Standing in front of Lothar, Sargeras raised his chin arrogantly and looked down at Lothar, who was walking on the ground.
"You can speak now. Of course, the consequences of angering me are worse than death. You have to know one thing: mortals are not finished at all in front of my power. "
"Well, my secret is …" At this point, Lothar's voice became weaker and weaker. In the second half of the sentence, Lothar's voice suddenly became louder. It was like a lion's roar.
"F * cking devil-"
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