"Unless?" the priestess looked up, the radiance of divinity flowing in her eyes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Unless, the group of people who raided Karazan can deal a fatal blow to the Demon King while we have taken advantage of the fact that we have drawn most of Sargeras's power. ”

"Can you do it?" the Night Elf expressed some skepticism.

"Inside, it's a descendant of Soradin!"

Soladin the Great, a name that even the most obscure Night Elves have ever heard of. Although the Night Elves had little to do with humans, that didn't stop them from knowing that there was a heroic figure on another continent who drove out the trolls, unified the human tribes, and formed a great empire.

Hearing the name, the priestess was in awe.

"If Anduin Lothar does it, then he's the hero of the entire world of Azeroth......" Egwene's voice lowered.

What is Lothar, who has high hopes for Egwene, doing?

Sorry, the big hero is running away in a mess.

Lothar was tired, and he could hear his own breathing heavily. The bellows-like voice announced that his physical strength had dropped to a very low level. The lungs, which didn't feel like they were enough to breathe in no amount of oxygen, were no longer able to squeeze more physical energy for him.

He took off his helmet, and after the shoulder straps of the armor on his body were accidentally broken, he had to take the opportunity to remove and throw away the armor. All that was left of the body was the well-tied hand armor and leg armor, and there was no time to throw them away.

No way, in front of that golem whose power is beyond human imagination, the word 'power' is meaningless. The only way to save his life is to dodge flexibly.

Between the twelve pillars that surrounded the workshop, Lothar crawled to dodge the giant golem's attacks again and again.

Gradually, his fitness and luck seemed to be coming to an end.

Lothar glanced at her old friend Medivan, the guy who was supposed to be called Sargeras now. There was an evil red light in Mu Ran's eyes in the deep-set eye sockets, Bai Sensen's teeth seemed to be ready to be devoured at any time, and the dry body without a trace of life breath in his body was even more terrifying.

Sargeras ignored Lothar, his mouth nervously muttering a series of demonic spells that Lothar didn't understand. I don't know if this is a spatial passage spell that maintains the Dark Gate, or something else.

Looking at Garona, who was still lying on the ground and convulsing, and the corpse of Duke, whose blood was getting colder, Lothar's will to resist had not diminished in the slightest, but despair had unconsciously grasped Lothar's heart.

This little bit of human power is too small in front of Sargeras, the Lord of the Burning Legion, to even use the mantis arm as a car.

Even if Lothar guessed that Sargeras had been pinned, what else could he do? he couldn't even escape the giant golem behind him.

The huge ball of lightning thrown by the golem flashed with blue-white electric light, making a "crackling" loud and piercing sound, which constantly stimulated Lothar's nerves and threatened him - if he dared to cross the thunder pool for half a step, being scorched would be the only fate for Lothar.

Lothar spotted an empty space and scurried over with all her might.

He failed, the gigantic golem with the agility he had imagined, a huge fist blasted, and Lothar had to dodge the blow with another ugly roll. The fist slammed into Lothar's side less than a meter away, and there happened to be a huge pillar.

The shock of destruction spread to the ceiling above Sargeras's head, and a huge cracked black line appeared on the wall, which spread at high speed, and after a few moments, directly collapsed a small part of the entire workshop.

"Whoa!" the rubble fell to the ground, and before I knew it, it covered Duke's body.

Lothar didn't have time to care, because another blow from the golem had already hit.

Finished!

Even before the fist arrived, Lothar knew that he couldn't dodge this time, not only was his physical strength almost exhausted, but just now, a gravel hit his ankle, and a piercing pain suddenly came.

Maybe it's good to take a break, but the problem is, a golem with no humanity to speak of will not give its enemies time to rest!

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and Lothar was swept away by the golem's giant fist. At this moment, Lothar only felt that her internal organs were displaced.

Death is at hand.

Lothar...... He was very tired, and his physical and mental strength were overdrawn, so he couldn't stand up. As a swordsman, the sword that should never be discarded has already been knocked away in the bombardment just now. After a few turns, the King's Sword lay quietly behind Medivan.

Sargeras's face was full of mockery, his mouth did not stop chanting, and he used a soulful voice to talk to Lothar: "Oh, Lothar, Lothar, you have finally come to the end of your life, what, do you feel anything?"

Lothar was supposed to be genuine, utterly desperate. But at this moment, a strange figure appeared on the back of the giant golem.

It was a ghostly image that resembled a soul, but Lothar swore that the ghost was definitely Duke. The face that had been filling his mind since just now, he would never admit it.

He could also clearly see that the soul-like Duke gave him a gesture.

That's what he taught Duke before he got into Karazhan, and it means - I need cover.

Cover?

What cover?

Well, the only thing that can be done is to talk and taunt.

Lothar sat up with a pretending to be forced and combed her hair with her left hand: "I'm sorry, but my life hasn't come to a conclusion yet. Because I have a terrifying secret about the world of Azeroth......" Lothar's voice lowered as she spoke.

"Ho?" said Sargeras.

The guy who sells for glory, he has seen a lot, the so-called hero, and the one who persists to the end is definitely one in ten thousand. He was not afraid that Lothar would deceive him, and in Sargeras's opinion, Lothar would not do him any good. What's more, as a descendant of the human Emperor Soladin, Lothar may be a bit of a secret.

Sargeras chanted a spell as he approached Lothar.

Beside Lothar, the giant golem raised its fist, ready to fall and smash Lothar into meat sauce, just waiting for Sargeras's command.

Standing in front of Lothar, Sargeras cocked his chin proudly and looked down at Lothar as he walked on the ground.

"You can say it. Of course, the end of angering me is worse than death, you must know one thing, mortals in the face of my power, death is not the end at all. ”

"Well, my secret is ......" At this point, Lothar's voice became weaker and weaker, and in the second half of his sentence, Lothar's volume suddenly increased, and it was a loud sound like the roar of a lion.

"The Demon of Nima—" (To be continued.) )