"No—" The moment Lothar saw Duke killed, he suddenly felt the world around him go blank and empty. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info He couldn't see or hear anything except Duke's corpse and Sargeras's possessed Medivan.

An unprecedented wave of grief and indignation surged into my heart like a volcanic eruption.

I once thought that I had seen through life and death, and I was used to seeing the death of my robe, and I was no longer fearless, and I could treat the death of everyone around me indifferently.

In fact, when faced with this moment again, Lothar still found that she could not do it.

Having known Duke from the beginning, Lothar only thought that he was a talented and flamboyant boy. At Duke's age, he vaguely remembered that he had done a lot of crazy things, but whatever went wrong, Prince Ryan was carrying it.

At that time, Lothar only admired Duke.

When the name 'Duke of the Sea King' appeared, Lothar was originally not interested in this kind of figure who rose by business, but as time went by, Lothar changed.

Everything Duke has done, it has been proven that he is there to deal with the crisis, for the good of the Stormwind Kingdom, and even for the good of humanity as a whole.

If Duke had been all about, then Duke would have been a good auxiliary minister. But what happened in Karazhan made Lothar secretly raise Duke's evaluation to an unprecedented height.

Brave, wise, wise, kind-hearted and deeply righteous. This is definitely a template for a top teenage hero.

Lothar soon realizes that if Duke is allowed to grow up, he will be a pillar of the next generation of the Stormwind Kingdom. He and Ryan are still in the prime of life, but they will grow old after all. Prince Varian is still young, and it must not be Lothar who will assist Varian to the end.

Duke Berval Fotagen is a good candidate. It's a pity that he is at most an auxiliary minister in the ordinary field. After the loss of Medivan as a Guardian, the Stormwind Kingdom needs a new banner in the magical realm by all accounts.

As early as when he killed Prince Makzar, Lothar secretly made a decision that if he could succeed this time, he would definitely protect Duke from the throne when he returned.

However, just as Lothar made up his mind, Duke was in front of him, and was killed on the spot by Sargeras with the face and body of his old friend of decades.

A Guardian-level highest-level [Slowness Technique], a bland horizontal slash, ended the hope of the future of the Storm Kingdom.

The death of genius is the most painful.

"Ahhhh

Lothar, whose strength, speed, agility, and exorcism abilities have skyrocketed, suddenly approached Medivan.

"Oh?" said Medivan's face with a slightly surprised expression.

The sword of the king, which radiated a brilliant brilliance, slashed down, ushering in not Medivan's magic, but a huge metal arm with silver edges on a blue background.

Rao is almost invincible with the almost invincible sharpness of the King's Sword and the powerful effect of destroying evil, but he still can't break through the defense of this arm. The intersection of the long sword and the metal arm armor stirred up a dazzling spark. There was a piercing scream from the metal on the massive arm, and even the metal arm flexed back slightly.

After all, it's still blocked.

Only then did Lothar notice that the huge pile of metal beside the magic pool just now was an inactive golem. Now, the giant golem, with its condensed arcane energy as its body and metal parts as its supplement, has become a barrier between itself and the demon king Sargeras.

"Lothar, Lothar, I'm tired of playing. For a slightly outstanding existence like you, it is never worth my own efforts, you only deserve to work hard with the toys I made. You, Anduin Lothar, like that little fellow Duke, die. Medivan's face showed the greatest evil aura, and every twisted facial curve on his face was condensed with hideousness and disgust.

Medivan's whole person began to deform:

Two long, flaming demonic horns emerged from his head.

His delicate and graceful countenance withered, and three awl-like spikes protruded from his chin.

His exposed skin had also become dry, like dead tree bark, but in the cracked and dry skin could be seen: a great green glow flowed through the body that had once held the power of the entire Guardian of the Council of Tirisph.

Lothar wanted to curse Sargeras or something, but was overwhelmed by the onslaught of the giant arcane golem.

The golem's fist was too big and too fast.

With Lothar's speed, dodging or something was a complete luxury, and when the punch that was enough to split the mountain and rock hit, although Lothar had already diagonally shielded and tried to unload the thunderous force, it was clear that Lothar had failed.

Not an epic shield, it is difficult to come in handy in this kind of battle.

The rare, textured shield branded with the Lion Crest of Stormwind turned to powder in just a tenth of a second of contact.

The only thing that can protect Lothar is the Sword of Kings.

Horizontal sword blocking, this standard military swordsmanship is no way out. The sword of the king that had been hit hard showed incredible toughness, even if it had bent backwards as much as possible, even if it had clearly revealed an arc, the sword of the king never broke.

If you change to a different warrior, you may be crushed by the huge power of this huge golem and be killed on the spot.

Lothar is Lothar, and in the moments when others can't afford it, he can still shift his center of gravity by adjusting the pace of his legs briefly and quickly. Before the surging force that mortals could match destroyed his body, the whole person moved to the left, and the center of gravity of his body immediately moved to the side - the huge fist of the golem was suddenly carried into the air.

Even the ground reinforced by special magic could not withstand such a violent blow, and with a "boom", stone chips shot everywhere.

If Lothar hadn't insisted on wearing a suit of armor, perhaps at this moment, his whole body would have been beaten into a bloody sieve by the sharp and high-speed rubble because he couldn't dodge.

One punch missed, and the crisis in Lothar was not over.

The onslaught of the giant golem continued, without a pause, and the giant fist that should have been inserted into the ground was a horizontal swing, almost blasting half of Lothar's body into meat sauce.

Lothar couldn't even face a golem, not to mention that there was a sargeras next to him who looked like watching a beast fight!

Despair, for the first time, gripped Lothar's heart.

At this moment, there was an earth-shattering loud bang outside the entire Karazan Tower, which was a super attack that even Karazan, who was actually in an independent space, felt a strong shock. (To be continued.) )