Lothar had too many doubts in her mind. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Why did Duke, who was supposed to have his head cut off and died, come back to life?

Why does it look like Duke orchestrated all this?

Why was Duke able to hide Sargeras's perception and seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill Sargeras in one fell swoop?

A barrage of doubts almost squeezed Lothar's head.

On the other hand, Lothar was equally emotional.

Victory!

It was a victory!

I thought this was a desperate backlash, although Lothar has been cheering for the warriors, but in his heart, Lothar has always been ready to show the backbone of human beings to these demons who killed a thousand knives, even if it is not successful, but he did not think that it has become another important milestone in the history of the war between humans and demons.

It doesn't matter how much power Sargeras possesses Medivan has.

No matter how many powerful beings came to help contain Sargeras's power.

A kill is a kill.

The one who took out the Lord of the Burning Legion, the King of the Demons, and the fallen Titan Sargeras for the entire billions of living beings in Azeroth was Duke Marcus!

This is the most important stroke that deserves to be engraved in the history books.

Lothar leaned over and looked at the sword that was so familiar with him and shone with divine golden brilliance, and Lothar suddenly recalled the words:

"Those who fight for humanity will be blessed by me!"

The whispers of Patriarch Soladin still echoed in his ears.

Lothar suddenly came to an enlightenment.

Why was Duke able to pick up the sword of the king with the will?

Quite simply, from the very beginning, it was not a sword of kings. Soladin himself is not the Chosen One. Purely because an emperor can better unify the various scattered human clans, there is Soladin the Great, and there is this sword of kings.

This sword, which is supposed to be nameless, has only the blood of the enemies of humanity flowing on it. It fights only for humanity, so whoever holds it is doomed to shed blood only for humanity.

If one day, the sword-bearer reneges on the ideals inherited from the ancient kings, then the sword-wielder's life will wither and wither. But the stars of the sages and kings will still rise, continuing to shine on Azeroth, blessing the Terrans through the ages.

Lothar may have had a lot of questions, and he suddenly realized that they were no longer important.

Everyone has their own hole cards, their own secrets.

Duke took up the sword of kings, proving that Duke was a hero recognized by all the ancient kings.

Staring at the golden light on the sword, Lothar's eyes were misty, as if he had heard a majestic and impassioned ancient war song from more than a thousand years ago.

This is the belief that the pre-emperor Soradin passed down to all human descendants.

This is the sustenance that has passed through thousands of years.

This is the inheritance of mankind's will to strive for self-improvement in this land full of cruel competition.

Looking at Duke's excessively young face, Lothar, who was in her forties, suddenly felt a little old.

It's good to be young!

Wait!Young!?

It was supposed to be a happy finale to defeat the evil superboss and run for joy, but Lothar was horrified to see that Duke's face was growing rapidly, no, it was rapid aging!

Almost in the blink of an eye, Duke's face went from a childish 14 years old to a 16-year-old!17-year-old!18 years old!

No! It's not growth! This must be some kind of extremely vicious curse on Sargeras's deathbed, and he is using the last of his strength to fight against Duke!

Just as Duke held his sword in both hands, stirring vigorously and tearing Medivan's heart, Sargeras raised his left hand and struck Duke with a backhand of a black mysterious energy pattern.

Sargeras's dying roar also proves this: "Duke Marcus, you ant, do you think this is the end? No! I am immortal! I am immortal! I am immortal! But you, you have to pay the price for hurting me-"

Sargeras's furious voice echoed throughout Karazhan and even throughout the Upwind Trail region.

At this moment, everyone who participated in the attack on Karazan, the elves, the dragons, heard the name of the hero who had killed Sargeras.

Happy for Duke!

Worry about Duke too!

That's the Demon King's backlash!

Who dares to say that they can bear it?

The horror of the demons is not only their incomparably strong combat power, but also the terrible curse that is so strange and unguardable that it cannot be guarded against! If you are not careful, even the most powerful dragons will die tragically, while the other dragons can only watch helplessly as their companions die in pain and despair.

Not to mention the physically weak human beings.

In fact, not to mention other people's feelings, Duke himself regretted it.

Nima, why did I make up for the last sword! Hell, is the tragedy of Khadgar going to happen to me?

At this moment, Duke's heart was full of tears!

When he didn't kill Medivan, possessed by Sargeras, Duke was single-mindedly thinking about how to kill Old Mai. Now that he is dead, Duke suddenly realizes another very important thing - in history, Khadgar sneaked up behind and killed Medivan, and was also cursed by Sargeras before he died.

Khadgar was sucked away with quite a bit of life force.

This is the Khadgar who is not very old next year, but his face is old and full of gray hair!

At this time, when time seemed to freeze, hundreds of millions of grass and mud horses were galloping wildly in Duke's heart:

"Unexpectedly, Khadgar died inexplicably, and I, who replaced Khadgar as the hero who killed Sargeras, will also follow this disgusting curse!?"

I remembered that I was a young student before and after the crossing, and I actually wanted to become a little old man.

Someone said that "a true man will be loved no matter what he becomes", but ......

But......

But......

Whoever loves to be an old man is enough to become a man himself! Don't look for a brother!

Well, even in his mind, Duke has flipped the table in anger no more than a million times.

In reality, it's still just a blink of an eye.

Duke didn't dare to let go at all, and continued to keep injecting spiritual power into the King's Sword. Sargeras was not dead for a moment, and Duke could not relax for a moment. Otherwise, let this demon king breathe his breath, and then it will be all mankind who will die.

He could only watch as the black rays of aging hit his face. He had no choice but to let the curse of Sargeras drain his life force.

This feeling of being hollowed out sucks!

Suddenly, an absolutely unexpected figure blocked the trajectory of the black rays that shot at Duke with his hand.

Neras Elan - Medivan's father's soul is the soul of his soul body, blocking the gun for Duke!

"You ......" Duke's facial muscles froze. (To be continued.) )