There were too many questions in Lothar's mind.
Why did Duque, who should have been beheaded, come back to life?
Why did it seem like Duque had planned all of this?
Why could Duque hide from Sargeras's senses and seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill Sargeras in one fell swoop?
A series of questions almost broke Lothar's mind.
On the other side, Lothar was also filled with emotions.
Victory!
He actually won!
He had thought that this was a backlash of despair. Even though Lothar had been cheering for the warriors, he had always been prepared to show these demons the backbone of humans even if he didn't succeed. He didn't expect it to become another important milestone in the history of the war between humans and demons.
It didn't matter how much power Sargeras possessed in Madison's body.
No matter how many powerful existences helped to restrain Sargeras's power.
A kill was a kill.
The one who killed the Lord of the Burning Legion, the King of Demons, and the Fallen Titan Sargeras for the billions of living beings in Azeroth was Duke Marcus!
This was the most profound stroke worthy of being engraved in the history books.
Lothar propped himself up and looked at the sword that he was incomparably familiar with that was blooming with holy golden light. Lothar suddenly recalled that sentence:
"Those who fight for humanity will receive my protection!"
Ancestor Thoradin's whispers still echoed in his ears.
Lothar suddenly had a realization.
Why could Duque pick up the sword of the king with a will?
It was very simple. From the beginning, it wasn't the sword of the king. Thoradin himself wasn't the chosen king. It was purely because an emperor could better unify the scattered human clans that there was Thoradin The Great and this sword of the king.
This sword, which should have been nameless, would only flow with the blood of the enemies of humanity. It only fought for humans, so anyone who held it was destined to bleed only for humans.
If one day, the sword-bearer betrayed the ideals inherited from the ancient kings, then the sword-bearer's life would definitely wither. However, the stars of the ancient sages and kings would still rise and continue to shine upon the Azeroth, protecting the human race for generations to come.
Noxus might have many questions, but he suddenly realized that these questions were no longer important.
Everyone had their own trump cards and secrets.
Duque had picked up the King's Sword. This proved that Duque was a hero recognized by all the Ancient Kings.
Gazing at the golden light on the sword, Noxus' eyes blurred. He seemed to have heard an ancient battle song from more than a thousand years ago, majestic and impassioned.
This was the belief passed down by the late Emperor Thoradin to all human descendants.
This was a legacy that had transcended thousands of years.
This was humanity's will to strive to become stronger in this land full of cruel competition.
Looking at Duque's young face, Lothar, who was in his forties, suddenly felt a little old.
Ah! It's good to be young!
Wait a minute! Young!?
It was supposed to be a happy ending of defeating the evil super boss, but Lothar was shocked to see that Duque's face was rapidly growing. No, it was rapidly aging!
Almost in the blink of an eye, Duque's face grew from a childish 14-year-old to a 16-year-old! 17 years old! 18 years old!
No! This wasn't growing! This should be some kind of extremely vicious curse that Sargeras cast before his death. He was using the last of his strength to counterattack Duque!
Just as Duque held the sword with both hands and forcefully stirred and tore Medivh's heart, Sargeras raised his left hand and backhanded Duque with a mysterious black energy pattern.
Sargeras's roar before his death proved this point. "Duke Marcus, you ant, do you think this is the end? No! I'm immortal! I'm immortal! But you, you have to pay for hurting me — "
Sargeras's furious voice reverberated throughout Karazhan, and even the entire Upwind Trail area.
At that moment, every human, elf, and giant dragon who participated in the attack on Karazhan heard the name of the hero who killed Sargeras.
They were happy for Duque!
They were also worried for Duque!
That was the counterattack of the King of Demons!
Who dared to say that they could withstand it?
The horror of demons wasn't just their incomparably strong combat power, but also their strange, terrifying curses that were impossible to guard against! If they were not careful, even a dragon with an incomparably strong body would die tragically. The other dragons could only watch helplessly as their companions died in pain and despair.
Not to mention the frail humans.
In fact, even Duque himself was regretting it, let alone the others.
Damn, why did I have to deal the final blow? Damn it, is Khadgar's tragedy going to happen to me?
At that moment, Duque's heart was filled with tears!
Before he killed Medivh, who was possessed by Sargeras, Duque had been thinking about how to kill Old Max. Now that he was dead, Duque suddenly realized another rather important matter — in history, Khadgar had ambushed and killed Medivh, and he had also been cursed by Sargeras before he died.
Khadgar's life force had been sucked away.
That was why there was Khadgar, who was clearly young, but had a face full of white hair!
While time seemed to have frozen, Duke's mind was filled with hundreds of thousands of curses.
"I didn't think that Khadgar would die for no reason, and I, who replaced Khadgar as the hero who killed Sargeras, would also be cursed by this disgusting curse?!"
He thought about how he, who had clearly been a young man before and after transmigrating, was actually going to become a little old man.
Although a certain someone had said, "A real man will always be loved no matter what he turns into," but …
But …
But …
Whoever wanted to turn into an old man could do it themselves! Don't look for me!
Alright, even if in his heart, Duque had already flipped the table in anger no less than a million times.
In reality, only a blink of an eye had passed.
Duque didn't dare to let go at all. He continued to pour his mental strength into the King's Sword. As long as Sargeras wasn't completely dead, Duque couldn't relax for even a moment. Otherwise, if he allowed this Demon King to catch his breath, all of humanity would be dead.
He could only watch as the black ray of aging shone on his face. He could only helplessly let Sargeras's curse suck away his life force.
This feeling of his body being hollowed out was terrible!
Suddenly, an absolutely unexpected figure used his hand to block the trajectory of the black ray shooting towards Duque.
Nielas Aran, the soul of Medivh's father, had used his soul body to block the attack for Duque!
"You …" Duque's facial muscles froze.
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