At this time, Duke's clear voice came from behind Sargeras:

"Fallen Titan, Destroyer of Worlds, Lord of the Burning Legion, Great Demon King, are you old and forgetful of your defeat in Azeroth 10,000 years ago? Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

About 25,000 years ago, Sargeras betrayed the Pantheon Council of the Titans of Creation, created the Burning Legion, and began his burning expedition. After taking over the two powerful thugs of the Eredar Demon Clan, Kilgardan and Akmund, Sargeras was able to win every battle for the next 15,000 years.

However, 10,000 years ago, in the war to invade the planet Azeroth, they were defeated by the native race of Azeroth and the derivative species of the experimental creations left behind by the Titans.

Although Sargeras can attribute that defeat to his inability to descend directly on the planet of Azeroth, or to the destruction of the portal by the Dragon's Soul created by the entire dragon race, failure is failure.

The defeat at Azeroth has been the biggest stain on his life since he rebelled from the Pantheon and his self-standing mountain, and it still hasn't been washed away.

Not to mention that in order to infiltrate Azeroth this time, he did not hesitate to pretend to be killed by Egwene, a small guardian, and then corrode and devoured the soul of Egwen's son Medivan.

This is a very worthless thing for the general boss of the Burning Legion.

It is conceivable that even if he wins this time, he will be ridiculed to death by his old rivals when he faces his other old opponents again.

No, perhaps since the day the invasion failed 10,000 years ago, shattering the myth of the Burning Legion's invincibility, Sargeras has never been as glorious as it was 10,000 years ago.

This defeat was the biggest pain in Sargeras's heart.

Well, at this moment, Duke didn't even open a pot, how could it be as simple as sprinkling salt on the wound? It was simply a matter of tearing open his scar, turning it open with a hook to make it look new, then sprinkling some mustard pepper or something, and finally leaning into Sargeras's ear to inform him that he would remember the pain well.

It's time to call a song and dance troupe to dance in front of Sargeras to celebrate the 10,000th anniversary of Sargeras's streak in the streets.

The series of lofty honorific titles in front of these words are just for the slap in the face in the back!

Not to mention the slap in the face until the crackling sound, it was simply a slap until the face was swollen.

Sargeras turned abruptly and turned his gaze to the ant of the ants, the young mage Duke Marcus, who had been even more ignored by him.

"Presumptuous ants, have I allowed you to speak?" mixed with the terrible fury of Sargeras, the boundless coercion that could burn the entire planet away from Lothar, suddenly like a mountain crushing body, and suddenly pressing down on Duke's body.

Lothar was still a little happy to hear Duke help him out of the siege, but then his eyes widened, and his left hand, tied to the shield, subconsciously stretched out to Duke's side.

Because he realized what Duke was about to face, that kind of endless fear, which no young man under age could bear.

has seen the ups and downs of life, endured the death of his beloved wife, and faced the loss of his robe, the first half of Lothar's life can be described as extremely rich. Rao was Lothar, who thought that his mind had already become as hard as iron, and he didn't dare to say what would happen if Sargeras's coercion just now continued.

What happens when you suddenly become Duke to endure all this?

Lothar couldn't have imagined.

In his opinion, Duke, the young little mage, had done a perfect job. He succeeded in using his wits and magic to bring him and his people to Medivan. No other mage in the world would be able to do that.

For this alone, Lothar felt that Duke was already a little hero.

However, Medivan, controlled by Sargeras, was too terrible and too powerful. Lothar couldn't imagine the next scene of Duke's heartbreak.

But his outstretched left hand is destined to be unable to grasp anything, and nothing can be stopped.

At this moment, Lothar, Garona, and Sargeras were stunned at the same time. The violent coercion that should be able to crush the sanity of any mortal in the world, Duke is completely unaffected.

Regardless of your momentum like a storm, he looked like he was strolling leisurely, and he squeezed his eyes at Sargeras for a long time, and stretched out the little finger of his right hand: "Actually, your momentum can be stronger, and my small body can still withstand it." ”

What the hell is this?

What's going on?

Sargeras's possessed Medivan had a bewildered face with a capital letter, and he couldn't understand why even the most determined of the three, the tiny and humble human named Anduin Lothar, had almost bowed to his knees under the might of his demon king. But Duke didn't eat it.

This is not some kind of immunity to a mental state, but a kind of delusional self-confidence that should be built on track record.

Yes, Duke should feel that he has an absolute psychological advantage over Sargeras.

Sargeras was on the verge of madness, his eyes full of jealousy and resentment.

Duke's youthful face was always full of confidence.

This was not only the first time he was afraid that he thought of asking the system elves to help him separate his spiritual sea, so that the information from the outside first passed through a relatively independent space, and after filtering and analyzing, it was delayed by one ten-thousandth of a second before entering his mind.

Also, Duke's self-confidence is really based on his record.

Duke muttered to himself, "Alas—shall I tell you that I used to take the trumpets together every week in order to equip them, and to turn your two men, Kilgardan and Akmund, a hundred times?"

Maybe it's funny, maybe it's the method of spiritual victory, or maybe it's Duke's belief that 'if you bring Lothar and Garona to Medivan, history will be on the right track again'.

Anyway, the others are afraid of Duke or not, and he himself is not afraid, so he laughed and angered Sargeras.

Uh, it's so cool to pretend to be in front of a super boss!

"I've changed my mind, Mole Ant, you're the first to die!" Sargeras let out an earth-shattering roar.

At this moment, Lothar struck, and the sword of the king bloomed with dazzling golden light, which became one with the streamer when he [charged].

Medivan, controlled by Sargeras, quickly turned his staff and pointed it at Lothar.

At this moment, Duke saw a strange scene, the passage of time seemed to become stagnant, and every grain of dust, every ray of light, and even everything around him was running in a strange trajectory.

has always been extremely low-key, hiding her aura and presence The legendary female half-orc assassin Garona...... Shot!(To be continued.) )