Everywhere Medivan's fingertips pointed, there was a great violet-blue arcane brilliance. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Accompanied by veins of mysterious light flowing from top to bottom, the things in the vision of Duke, Lothar, and Garona were building up at high speed.

A force that cannot be understood and measured by science surges, and the surrounding scene is like an oil painting that has faded off the canvas, revealing its true posture.

Wait for the last round of dazzling brilliance to bloom, and everything will change here. The void and chaotic sky became the roof of Medivan's workshop, and the sunlight penetrated through the seven-colored glazed windows, filling the entire workshop with a holy smell like a church.

Twelve large marble columns were erected around the workshop, forming a cloister on the perimeter.

In the middle of the workshop was a large pool twenty meters in diameter, filled with azure liquid substance, slowly churning. Duke only had one look to understand what it was.

Magic!

The magic of high-speed condensation!

Transcending the gaseous form of magic itself, it becomes liquid.

Every time the liquid magic tumbles, if you put all your mind on it, you will find that there is a dazzling light exploding under your eyes, as if it is a flower of light that is blooming, repeating the process of budding, blooming, falling and withering.

The power contained in this is so terrifying that Duke can even imagine that if the magic in this pool gets out of control, when the intertwined light energy comparable to a nuclear bomb erupts, it will ripple all around in an instant, turning thousands of miles of land into death.

Compared to this amazing pool of magical power, the pile of metal parts that Madison had placed next to the pool was a triumphant pile.

Seeing everything in front of him, one thing was once again confirmed in Duke's mind - Medivan, who was known as the Astral Mage, was absolutely at the pinnacle in using the [Space] element.

Time and space are the strongest elements in almost everyone's mind.

In fact, even when he walked in front of Medivan with Lothar and Garona, Duke still had a numb scalp and didn't know how to clean up Medivan, possessed by Sargeras.

The only luck was that it was only the three of them who were teleported to the workshop, and Medivan didn't pick up Lothar's men.

At this point, Medivan spoke.

"Hehehe!" Medivan laughed, and there was an indescribable evil in his laughter, "If you keep talking about old friends, why do you point your sword at my chest?"

Lothar's gaze fell slightly to Medivan's feet, who were standing on the edge of the magic pool, his gaze carefully and slowly swept from his feet to his head.

When his gaze met Medivan again, Lothar's voice became gentle.

"Yes, my sword shouldn't be pointed at my old friend. It shouldn't be to face Medivan, who knows each other and is a confidant of each other. Lothar snapped and put his sword back into its scabbard: "We weren't people of the same world from the beginning. You are the guardian high above, and as long as you don't abdicate, you can have a near-endless lifespan. And Ryan and I are just two mortals who seem to be noble, but in fact they are humble. Why did we become friends?"

"yes! why?" Medivan had a playful smile on his face, ignoring even Garona, who was quietly moving behind him to the left, and Duke who was moving motionless behind his right.

"It is because of your humility and generosity that we have recognized. Twenty years ago, you had just come back from defending Azeroth once again, and you had come back from injury, but you had to make a block of ice to cool the forehead of a feverish child in a slum. ”

"Remember that day......"

"Remember ......"

Lothar whispered about his past with Medivan and Medivan who didn't interrupt him, just smiling and listening.

I don't know how long it took, but Lothar finally came out of her memory. Waiting for the last word of Lothar's words to fall, Medivan's face finally had a playful expression.

"It's a beautiful story, isn't it......? This is meaningless!" Medivan's face finally sank, and in the next moment, the entire workshop space trembled.

"Meaningless!no! Everything I say makes sense, for I have always believed that the generous and benevolent Medivan whom I know is still alive somewhere, in some form. And you, Sargeras, I'm going to pull you out of my old friend right now, and get you back from where you came from!"

Lothar's voice roared like thunder in the empty workshop, echoing from side to side. The fury in his voice seemed to burn Sargeras's filthy and sinful soul in an instant.

Lothar drew the King's Sword again, and the golden light on the sword was like the dawn light that drove the darkness away along the entire horizon, splitting the entire workshop in two that was filled with Medivan's terrifying magic in everyone's eyes.

Lothar's momentum was staggering, but deep in Mediven's slightly playful eyes, there was a lot of disdain.

Sargeras's voice was calm and indifferent: "Lothar, this is your hole card? It's a pity that you took it out too early, otherwise you might have given me a little surprise." ”

"The true king doesn't have to hide himself. "Lothar is categorical.

This is also a small drawback of the Sword of Kings. The king himself is walking the royal road in a dignified manner. Dark arrows hurt people or cold opponents or something, the will of Emperor Soladin on the sword would not allow the sword-wielder to do such a tasteless thing.

And, from the very beginning, Lothar had no intention of really hiding herself.

"Hmph! The so-called king is not even an ant in front of me, the invincible king of the worlds. An incomparably terrifying will spread through Medivan.

As the face of Sargeras, Lothar is definitely the first to bear the brunt, and the will of the Demon King is not pure terror. Countless large and small, continuous, or intermittent images flashed in the spiritual sea of Lothar, constantly impacting Lothar's will.

It was no ordinary image, it was the image of one world after another destroyed by the Burning Legion of Sargeras over the past 10,000 years.

Brutal and crazy demons have turned beautiful planets into scorched earth with no grass, and thousands of creatures of all kinds have been put to death.

Slaughter!

Destruction!

Destroy!

This is the leitmotif of the Burning Legion.

In this moment, Lothar heard the wails of billions of living beings, savoring their sorrow, pain, and despair. Lothar had unconsciously knelt on one knee, his face was pale, his forehead and the ends of his hair were dripping with cold sweat, and there was a kind of darkness in his eyes that was about to faint.

Lothar felt as if she were a lonely boat in the boundless sea of rage, desperately enduring the storm under the boundless black storm, ready to be shipwrecked and completely bowed to the terrifying will of Sargeras. (To be continued.) )