After shouting, Noxus really didn't have any strength left. Ever since he saw that Duque, who he didn't know if it was an illusion, appeared again and gestured to him that he was done, he went all out.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged ghost in a Stormwind court mage robe suddenly appeared on his left. Without saying a word, he directly shot an Ice Arrow at Sargeras.
Sargeras was also stunned.
Who is he?
But in the next moment, the memory from Medivh told Sargeras who this strange ghost mage was — Nielas Alan! Medivh's biological father!
This is really a ghost! Why is Alan's soul here? Why does he have the ability to release magic?
A series of questions further disturbed Sargeras's attention.
Of course, this was not fatal. Almost subconsciously, Medivh, who was possessed by Sargeras, instantly opened a magic shield.
In the face of the highest level of magic, low concentration of magic was nothing at all.
Alan's attack could only surprise Sargeras for a while.
However, no one would have thought that the mastermind of all this was Duque.
Knowing that Sargeras was so difficult to deal with, would Duque only arrange one killer move? Without any reason, the golem's lightning-covered fist came crashing down.
The moment the golem moved, Sargeras didn't react. Because in his mind, the golem was automatically protecting its master. He didn't think the golem's attack could cause any real damage to Alan.
But after figuring out that Alan was actually a spirit, Sargeras had more means to deal with this Medivh's biological father.
"Huh?" The eyes of Medivh, who was controlled by Sargeras, suddenly flashed.
It was a frightening light.
Because Sargeras was shocked to find that the golem's fist actually changed direction in the air and blasted straight at his head.
What the hell!?
Sargeras had to make a second reaction in such a short time. He even interrupted Medivh's incantation and summoned two huge flaming arms at the cost of magic backlash.
It was a pair of huge flaming arms the size of a carriage. The flaming arms, half real and half illusory, burst out from Sargeras' left and right sides. The hands crossed their fingers and caught the golem's heavy punch, which was originally enough to smash Medivh's body into minced meat.
"Phew!" Sargeras was also shocked. The moment the crisis was over, he couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. At the same time, he thought to himself, What's wrong with this garbage golem? I must tear it down when I have time!
Just then, an unprecedented sense of danger spread through Sargeras's consciousness.
Behind him!?
The Demon King was indeed the Demon King. He had clearly suffered a series of attacks, and he was already too busy. Even at this time, he still had a reaction.
He almost subconsciously prepared to use the Mage's signature skill, [Flash], which could instantly transform his body into arcane energy and teleport him more than ten meters away.
The fact that he was forced to use Flash proved that he was in a sorry state. Sargeras had always been disdainful of the Mage's ordinary magic. But Sargeras had no choice. His body now belonged to Medivh.
The Mage's frail body couldn't take a beating at all. If Medivh's body was destroyed, he would also be in big trouble.
Sargeras almost forced himself to recite the incantation.
However, after a hundredth of a second, the incantation didn't start.
A soul power from his body stopped him and wantonly fought with him for control of the body.
Medivh!? It was actually Medivh's soul!
At this most critical moment, Medivh's remnant soul actually ran out and ruined things.
A terrible feeling of foreboding filled Sargeras's heart. The appearance of Medivh not only interfered with all his spell-casting, but also made his whole body stiff.
The next moment, a scorching pain suddenly spread in Sargeras's chest.
What!?
Sargeras's neck was like a rusty machine. With great difficulty, he lowered his head and looked at his chest.
There!
A blade that emitted a dazzling golden light pierced through the center of Medivh's chest. It was stained with human blood that contained the energy of the Fallen Titan. An incomparably strong holy aura was spreading through Medivh's body at an unimaginable speed.
"No —" Sargeras let out an earth-shattering roar.
His magical voice even made the entire Karazhan and the surrounding areas tremble.
Around Karazhan, the battlefield that had been fiercely fighting fell silent.
The demons that were fighting raised their heads in shock, and cold air flowed between their sharp teeth.
The dragon let go of the demon's mouth and raised its head.
The half-dragon, who was being suppressed, also raised its head and looked at the highest level of Karazhan.
The Red Dragon Queen, Aegwynn, and the Night Elf Priestess also had clear ecstasy in their eyes.
Everyone could tell that Sargeras had been hit. This heart-wrenching sound was accompanied by the rapid weakening of the magic transmission from the various portals on the battlefield, as well as the disappearance of the magic light on the Karazhan Mage Tower, which hadn't weakened since the beginning of the battle.
Everyone realized that Sargeras was done for!
Although they didn't know who did it, it was obvious that a certain existence had given Medivh, who was possessed by Sargeras, a fatal blow!
Lothar's pupils suddenly shrank. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Duque!
Holding the hilt of the sword, the person who appeared behind Medivh was actually Duque!
It wasn't Duque's ghost, but Duque.
Had he seen a ghost?
Or was it that he was already a dead man, and his soul was preparing to accompany Duque on his journey?
Lothar's heart was in a mess.
Originally, Lothar didn't believe that Duque's ghost could do anything.
He was just trying to make a desperate attempt. Now Lothar was a dead man, and he was treating him like a living person! Anyway, Duque was on his side, and his situation couldn't get any worse. He would take a gamble.
A true hero never lacked courage, and was more willing to give hope to someone he trusted.
Lothar had cooperated with Duque purely because of this mentality.
Who would have thought that Duque would actually come up with a chain of tricks and kill Medivh, who was possessed by Sargeras, in one fell swoop?
This! This was simply beyond imagination!
Wasn't Duque dead?
Time and space seemed to have completely frozen. Duque's face was cold, and he had no intention of relaxing at all. The King's Sword, which should only be used by Lothar, the descendant of Thoradin The Great, burst out waves of dazzling brilliance in Duque's hands.
This was the power of humans!
The will of Thoradin The Great and the other human sages!
It represented the will of humans that had been passed down for thousands of years, and the indomitable will to survive on this land!
It could be said that, in a sense, this King's Sword was a collection of human consciousness.
Now, at this moment, Duque had used this sword to stab Medivh to death!
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