Just like how he couldn't do anything before, Duque was also powerless at this moment.
He didn't know what the curse was about, but Duque only knew that Alan's soul, which was originally extremely condensed and full of magic power to release magic, began to dissipate at this moment.
Like gravel blown away by the wind, the white-haired Alan's spirit body was disintegrated into soul molecules in Duque's vision.
Such a great mage who was loyal to the Stormwind, such a great father, so easily disappeared in the wind. All that was left was a whisper of the soul:
"I'm atoning for my child …"
Duque's eyes suddenly became moist.
That's right! He had used Medivh's possession as an excuse to persuade Alan's soul. He didn't expect Alan's father to choose to be completely annihilated in this world for the sake of atoning for his child.
It was precisely Alan's sacrifice that temporarily alleviated Duque's curse.
At this moment, another person that Duque couldn't imagine came to the rescue.
It was Lothar's hand.
Lothar had rushed up at some point and grabbed Medivh's hand tightly. A considerable portion of the evil power that was supposed to pour onto Duque's body was diverted by Lothar.
Lothar's temples were turning white at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Bastard! You can all wither together! "
Sargeras was mad. He struggled fiercely, trying to free his body from the sword's piercing, and at the same time tried to increase the strength of the curse.
Suddenly, Sargeras discovered that Medivh's right arm had returned to the shape of a human hand.
It was a very strange sight. Medivh's left hand was still as thin as a skeleton, and his entire arm emitted a terrifying evil and filthy aura. Medivh's right hand was a perfect human arm. Although it was pale due to the lack of sunlight, it was still a standard human arm.
Most importantly, it was holding Medivh's staff, the legendary divine artifact [Atiesh, Guardian's Legendary Staff].
Ever since the Tirisfal Council began to use the power gathering method, they would inject the magic power of each council member into the Guardian every year. Thus, there were Guardians and this artifact staff with a head shaped like a chicken drumstick. Whenever the guardian was unable to withstand any more power, the council members would pour the excess power into the staff.
Through the efforts of countless generations of powerful Wizards and the accumulation of countless years of magic power, Atiesh rose from an ordinary magic staff all the way to the level of a divine tool.
Sargeras had never underestimated it from the start.
In order to avoid Atiesh's backlash, Sargeras even put no less than ten demonic seals on Medivh's body after he completely controlled it, in an attempt to taint and corrode Atiesh's power and make it his own.
At this moment, as Medivh's soul and will recovered and began to fight with Sargeras for control of the body, coupled with Duque's backstab, which gave Sargeras a deeper sense of crisis, Sargeras accidentally snatched control of the body for Medivh.
This was a real fatal blow!
"Accept your punishment, Sargeras …" Unlike Sargeras's voice that came from the evil soul, this voice was undoubtedly the voice of Noxus's old friend, the kind, benevolent, and generous Medivh.
With this roar, the hearts of every living creature within a radius of dozens of miles palpitated inexplicably at the same time.
One by one, they raised their heads and looked at the highest point of Karazhan. There, they saw three figures that were almost entangled together.
Normally, it was impossible to see through the solid outer wall, but the light that bloomed from these three figures was so intense that it even penetrated the wall, making it easy for every existence to see their movements.
The intense battlefield suddenly fell into silence. In the sky, the sun and the moon were dim.
The wind stopped.
The clamor on the battlefield also stopped.
The entire world seemed to have calmed down, opening up a path for one existence. His name was — Medivh!
Medivh first closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all the demonic aura in his pupils had faded, leaving only clarity.
But at this moment, Sargeras, who had been paying attention to Duque and Noxus, finally noticed something strange. The air was filled with a holy smell that he was both familiar and hated.
It was as if he had traveled through time and returned to the Pantheon's Holy Hall 25,000 years ago, where he was constantly questioned by the Titans.
"No —" Sargeras suddenly realized that his soul was being squeezed out of Medivh's body.
The laws in the surrounding space were deviating, and the demonic power was being pushed out. An even more powerful and incisive power was descending.
It descended with unparalleled might, dominating everything and eliminating all opposing powers. Of course, this included Sargeras's power!
"This is impossible!" Sargeras exclaimed.
At the same time, Duque determined through the System that the one who had the upper hand was Medivh, so he decisively stopped the input of his mental strength and reduced the power of the King's Sword.
His incomparably astute action earned him a grateful look from Medivh.
Even though his chest was still pierced by the longsword, even though Medivh's life force was rapidly draining from his chest, Medivh, who had regained control of his body, was still the guardian Medivh revered by the people.
Medivh's body was returning to a human body at lightning speed, and Sargeras's ugly soul was being forcibly stripped from Medivh's body by the power from Atiesh.
"Fall into the abyss forever —" With an ethereal cry from Medivh, the divine magic staff in his hand, Atiesh, bloomed with a strong light that was as dazzling as the sun.
The next moment, the entire staff exploded.
It wasn't just Atiesh. Even the magic pool in the workshop and the protective shield of the entire Karazhan all exploded at the same time.
The incomparably huge magic explosion caused a terrifying shock wave that instantly destroyed more than half of Headwind Trail.
Dragons that weighed dozens of tons were directly sent flying, and the half-dragons and demons that weighed more than a ton were even less than ants. They were blown to some corner.
The residences that were originally built on the streets next to Karazhan turned into dust in the blink of an eye. The turbulence filled with high concentration of arcane energy spread further along with the strong wind caused by the shock wave.
The few trees in Headwind Trail were all charred black in an instant. The land closest to Karazhan was like a thousand-layer cake, squeezed layer by layer by the shock wave. With Karazhan as the center, it was squeezed out in all directions.
The earthquake caused by this terrifying explosion wasn't just felt in the Twilight Forest. Even a small half of the Elven Forest, which had become an orc-controlled area, could feel the tremors.
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