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Sure enough, as the words fell, not far to his left, a middle-aged ghost wearing the robe of the court mage of the Storm Kingdom suddenly appeared, and without saying a word, he directly shot an ice arrow at Sargeras.

Sargeras was also stunned.

Who is he?

But in the next moment, the memories from Medivan tell Sargeras who this strange ghost mage is—Nelas Elam!

What hell is this! Why is Elan's soul here, and why does he have the ability to unleash magic?

A flurry of questions further disrupted Sargeras's attention.

Of course, this was not fatal enough, and almost subconsciously, Medivan, possessed by Sargeras, instantly opened the magic shield.

In the face of the highest level of magic, a low concentration of magic power is not a matter at all.

Elan's attack could only startle Sargeras.

However, no one would have imagined that it was Duke who was in charge of all this.

Knowing that Sargeras was so difficult, Duke would only arrange a killing move? For no reason, the golem's lightning-containing fist fell with a bang.

The moment the golem moved, Sargeras had not yet reacted. Because in his consciousness, the golem is automatically protecting the actions taken by the master. He didn't think the Golem's attack would do any real damage to Elan.

But if it was clear that Elan was actually a spirit, Sargeras was more than a means to clean up Medivan's biological father.

"Huh?" Sargeras's eyes flashed with light.

It was a terrifying light.

Because, to Sargeras's astonishment, the golem's fist actually changed direction in the air and hit him straight on the head.

What the hell!?

Sargeras had to react twice in such a brief moment. He even interrupted Medivan's mouth for this incantation, and used his magic to conjure up two huge flame arms.

It was two huge flame arms the size of a carriage with fists alone, and half-virtual and half-real flame giant hands burst out from the left and right sides of Sargeras, and crossed their fingers with their fingers crossed, and caught the golem's heavy punch that was enough to blast Medivan's body into meat sauce.

"Whew!" Sargeras was also frightened, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief the moment the crisis was resolved. At the same time, I thought to myself: What is crazy about this garbage golem, I must tear it down when I have time!

At this moment, an unprecedented sense of crisis spread in the sea of consciousness of Sargeras.

Behind!?

The king of demons is the king of demons, and he has obviously been hit one after another, and he can't keep himself busy. At this time, he still reacts.

He almost subconsciously prepared to use the mage's signature skill [Flash], which could cause his body to instantly turn into arcane energy, and then appear more than ten meters away.

Forced out of the flash, which has proven his embarrassment. Sargeras has always been disdainful of mages' ordinary magic. But Sargeras didn't have a choice, and now his body is Medivan's.

The mage's weak body was not beaten at all. If Medivan's body were destroyed, he would be out of luck.

Sargeras almost uttered the incantation.

However, after hundredths of a second had passed, the spell did not activate.

A soul force from within him stopped him and wrestled with him for control of his body.

Medivan!? is actually the soul of Medivan!

At this most critical juncture, Medivan's remaining soul actually ran out of something bad.

A terrible sense of foreboding came to Sargeras's mind. Medivan's appearance not only interfered with all his spell casting, but also made his entire body stiffen.

In the next moment, a burning stinging sensation spread across Sargeras's chest.

What the!?

Sargeras's neck looked like a rusty machine, and he managed to lower his head and look at his chest.

There!

A blade of dazzling golden light pierced through the center of Medivan's chest, stained with human blood filled with the energy of a fallen titan. An incomparably strong divine aura was spreading through Medivan's body at a speed that Sargeras could not have imagined.

"No—" Sargeras let out an earth-shattering roar.

His magical voice made even the entire Karazan and the surrounding area tremble.

Around Karazhan, the battlefield where the battle was raging was silent.

The demons raised their heads in horror, chill streaming from their sharp teeth.

The dragon let go of the demon's clenched jaw and raised its head.

The half-dragon man who was pressed and beaten also raised his head and set his eyes on the top of Karazhan.

The Red Dragon Queen, Egwen, and the Night Elf Priestess, their eyes were equally clear in ecstasy.

Everyone could tell that Sargeras had been hit. This heart-rending sound was accompanied by the rapid weakening of the magic transmission of the various portals on the battlefield, and the disappearance of the magic light on the Karazhan Mage Tower that had not weakened in the slightest since the beginning of the war.

Everyone realizes that Sargeras is finished!

Although it is unknown who did it, it is clear that a certain being has dealt a fatal blow to Medivan, possessed by Sargeras!

Lothar's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

Duke!

Holding the hilt of the sword, the person who appeared behind Medivan turned out to be Duke!

Not Duke's ghost, but a living Duke.

Did you live to hell?

Or is he actually a dead man, and his soul is preparing to accompany Duke on his way?

Lothar's heart was messed up in the wind.

Originally, Lothar didn't believe that Duke's ghost could make a name for himself.

People are dead horses as live horse doctors. Now Lothar is a dead man and a living man to believe! Anyway, Duke is on his own side, and his situation is too bad to suffer anymore, so let's give it a go.

True heroes never lack courage and prefer to give hope to those they trust.

It was purely this mentality that Lothar matched Duke's.

Who would have thought that Duke would come up with a serial plan to kill Medivan, possessed by Sargeras, in one fell swoop?

It's! It's unimaginable!

Isn't Duke dead?

Time and space seemed to be completely frozen, and Duke was cold, with no intention of slacking off at all. The sword of kings, which should have been used only by Lothar, a descendant of Soladin the Great, burst out in Duke's hands with a brilliant light that shone brighter than the wave.

It's human power!

The will of Soladin the Great and other sages of mankind!

It represents the will of mankind to survive on this land for thousands of years!

It can be said that in a sense, this sword of kings is a collection of human consciousness.

Now, here and now, Duke stabbed Medivan to death with this sword! )