"Duke, I'm begging you too." Lothar couldn't help it anymore and spoke with red eyes.
Duque stared blankly at the dying Medivh, and also at Lothar, the lion of Azeroth who was about to cry in front of him.
In his impression, Anduin Lothar was a hero with infinite loyalty and courage. Even when his country was destroyed, even when his two childhood friends died one after another, even when his own son died on the battlefield, he never showed his weak side. He was still like a flag, leading the Stormwind, leading the Seven Kingdoms, and even leading the entire Alliance to victory in the future.
Lothar was a hero with an iron will that would never admit defeat!
However, the current Lothar was no longer the strong image in history, but it gave Duque a more realistic feeling.
Yes! This was the living Medivh and Lothar, this was the real Stormwind, this was the Azeroth that countless heroes forged with blood and fire.
Duque nodded gently.
"There's no need to say anything.
"I will fulfill your wish."
"I will inherit your will."
"I once told His Majesty Wrynn, 'If the destruction of Stormwind is inevitable, then I will change it for you personally.'
"Now, although I haven't completely done it, I believe that with our efforts, the future of this kingdom's destruction has begun to be reversed.
"If inheriting your power and wisdom and fighting for the survival and hope of all mankind is my fate …
"Then my choice is to accept!"
When Duque finished speaking in one breath, both Lothar and Medivh trembled as if they had been electrocuted.
Medivh gently pressed on Duque's hand. "Duque, as the new master of Karazhan, can you please bring in a few old friends from outside? I can still hold on for a while. "
Although the circulation of mana in the temporary magic circuit in Medivh's body was getting weaker and weaker, it seemed that what Medivh said was true.
Duque decisively took over part of the authority that Medivh had handed over and opened the barrier of the mage tower that was still in operation in Karazhan.
Medivh's voice rang outside the tower.
"Mother and a few of my old friends outside, could you come in for a moment?"
The few mighty figures outside the Magus Tower who were nervously observing the situation exchanged a glance. The Red Dragon Queen flapped her wings and carried Aegwynn and Tyrande up.
Several minutes later, not only the three of them, but also Windsor and some of the remaining soldiers arrived at Medivh's side.
People surrounded the city in a dense mass.
Aegwynn, on the other hand, knelt on the ground and hugged her son, letting Medivh's head rest on her thigh. Even though 800 years had forged her strong and firm will, at this moment, she was just the mother of a child, no different from the millions of mothers in the world.
Ignoring his mother's tears, Medivh spoke in a weak voice.
"I, Medivh, former guardian of Azeroth, chief archmage of the royal court of Stormwind, declare in front of all the ladies and gentlemen present that my last wish is to pass on the Karazhan Mage Tower and everything within it to Sir Duke Marcus."
Beside him, Lothar, who was supported by Windsor, also spoke, "I, Anduin Lothar, seventh leader of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse, Sir Stormwind, commander of the Stormwind Royal Knights, hereby confirm Medivh's last wish. I will convey his last wish to His Majesty King Laing Wrynn. When His Majesty completes the confirmation, Karazhan will officially complete the transfer of fief. "
This moment was destined to be forever fixed in the memory of all the spectators.
Time flew. After Hua Lao passed away, many of them would repeatedly think about everything that happened at this moment.
The death of the strongest mage, guardian of Azeroth, Medivh, symbolized the end of an era.
And Duke Marcus's inheritance of Karazhan symbolized the beginning of a new era …
Under the witness of so many people, Medivh used his weak fingers to draw an unknown symbol on Duque's palm.
Duke could only feel that there was an endless amount of knowledge surging into his spiritual world like a tsunami. Perhaps at this moment, he still could not digest this knowledge, but Medivh had already very considerately helped him pack up and seal this knowledge.
Before Duque reached the corresponding level, these spells that were too burdensome for the weak Duque would not be unsealed.
In addition, there was also Karazhan.
Similarly, a strange light lit up outside the whole of Karazhan. The huge Karazhan was becoming transparent and illusory. Medivh activated a magic device that could still work and began to pull the whole of Karazhan into a certain void.
Time passed quietly, and everyone in the workshop quietly watched the great mage walk towards the end of his life.
Even though everyone now knew that Medivh was the one who opened the Dark Portal and led the orcs into Azeroth, they couldn't hate this guardian who used all his strength to send Sargeras into the abyss in the last moments of his life.
There was not too much pain, and there was no regret. Medivh, who was in his forties, was held in his mother's arms. He quietly closed his eyes as Aegwynn hummed an unknown lullaby.
After dozens of seconds, the last magic circuit in Medivh's body stopped.
The God of Magic, Medivh, smiled and passed away.
After a full ten seconds, after confirming that Medivh had passed away, Lothar and Duque bowed to all the spectators at the same time.
Duque said, "Thank you for watching. Now, please leave. In five minutes, Karazhan will temporarily disappear from the World of Azeroth. It won't be back in a short time. "
The Red Dragon Queen and Tyrande were the first to leave. These two important figures nodded in unison and left.
Alexstrasza jumped out of the workshop. In the blink of an eye, a red light flashed, and she transformed from the sexy female warrior in bikini armor into a giant dragon that was dozens of meters long. She spread her wings and soared, and with a flap of her wings, she flew far away.
Tyrande whistled, and a huge white tiger completely ignored gravity. It ran on the almost vertical outer wall of the Mage Tower in Karazhan. Tyrande sat down gracefully, and the white tiger let out a long roar before running down the vertical Mage Tower in an equally illogical manner.
Lothar and Windsor were the second to leave.
Lothar asked, "You seem to be staying in Karazhan for a while. Do you have anything to say?"
Duque thought for a moment. "If there are no accidents, Stormwind City can hold out for a long time. But if it really can't, then retreat to Alterac or Rapidhold. I have prepared everything. "
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