Stormwind God

Lothar had too many doubts in his mind.

Why would Duke, who had been cut off from his head, come back to life?

Why does it seem like Duke planned it all?

Why was Duke able to hide Sargeras's perception, just right, so wonderfully seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill Sargers in one fell swoop?

A series of doubts almost burst Lothar's head.

On the other hand, Lothar felt the same emotion.

Victory!

It was a victory!

I thought this was a desperate counterattack, although Lothar has been cheering on the soldiers, but in the heart, Lothar has been doing a good job, even if unsuccessful, he must show the human bones to these demons who kill thousands of swords. It became another important milestone in the history of war between humans and demons.

No matter how much power Sargeras possessed in Medivh.

No matter how many powerful beings have taken the initiative to help contain Sargeras' power.

Killing is killing.

For the entire Azeroth billions of souls to kill the Lord of the Burning Legion, the Demon King, and the fallen Titan Sargeras, it is Duke Marcus!

This is the heaviest stroke worth engraving in the history books.

Lothar supported her body and looked at the sword that she was so familiar with, shining with the sacred golden light. Lothar suddenly remembered the sentence:

"Warriors for humanity will surely be blessed by me!"

The whisper of the ancestor Thoradin echoed in his ear.

Lothar suddenly had enlightenment.

Why can Duke pick up the sword of the King of Will?

Quite simply, from the beginning, it was not a sword of kings. Soradin himself was not the king of choice. It was purely because an emperor was able to better integrate the scattered human clans, so it was the Thoradin Emperor and the King's Sword.

Only the blood of human enemies will flow on this supposedly unknown sword. It only fights for humans, so anyone who holds it will be doomed to shed blood only for humans.

If one day, the sword-holders abandon the ideals inherited from ancient kings, then the sword-holders' life will wither. But the stars of the sages will still rise, continue to shine on Azeroth, and bless the human race.

Lothar may have many questions, and he suddenly found that these questions were no longer important.

Everyone has their own cards and their own secrets.

Duke took the King's Sword, which proved that Duke was a hero recognized by all the ancient kings.

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

This is the belief that the ancient Emperor Thoradin passed on to all human descendants.

This is a sustenance that has passed through the millennia.

This is the inheritance of humankind's continuous will on this earth full of cruel competition.

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

what! It's so young!

and many more! young! ?

It was a happy ending to bring down the evil super wave ss, and everyone was happy, but Lothar was shocked to see that Duke's face was growing rapidly, no, it was rapidly aging!

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

Do not! It's not growing! This should be some kind of extremely vicious curse before Sargeras was dying, and he was using his last power to counteract Duke!

Just as Duke held the sword with both hands and stirred the tearing of Medivh's heart, Sargeras raised his left hand, hitting Duke with a black secret energy pattern on his backhand.

The roar before Sargeras died also proved this: "Duke Marcus, you maggot, do you think this is the end? No! I am immortal! I am immortal! But you, you To pay for hurting me "

The angry voice of Sargeras echoed throughout Karazhan and even the entire area of ​​the headwind path.

At this moment, everyone involved in attacking Karazhan, elves, and dragons heard the name of the hero who killed Sargeras.

Happy for Duke!

Also worried about Duke!

That's the backwash of the Demon King!

Who dares to say it can carry it?

The horrors of the demons are not only their extremely arrogant fighting power, but also the horrible curse that is so strange and invincible! If you are not careful, even the tyrannical dragon race will die tragically, while other dragons can only stare helplessly at the death of their companions in pain and despair.

Not to mention weak humans.

In fact, let alone the feelings of others, Duke himself is regretful.

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

At this moment, tears flowed in Duke's heart!

Without killing Medivh in Sargeras's possession, Duke thought about **** Old Mai. Now that he's dead, Duke is awakening to another very important thing. In history, Khadgar's back attacked and killed Medivh, and he was also cursed by Sargeras' aging before his death.

Khadgar was sucked away with a lot of vitality.

This is the Khadgar who is not old but with aging and white hair!

At this moment when time was frozen, Duke's grass horses were running wild:

"Unexpectedly, Khadgar died somehow, and instead of Khadgar becoming the hero who killed Sargeras, I will follow this disgusting curse !?"

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

Although someone said, "A real man is loved no matter what he becomes", but ...

but……

but……

Who loves to be an old man, who is enough? Don't look for me!

Well, even in his mind Duke has lifted the table angrily more than a million times.

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

Duke did not dare to let go, and continued to inject his spirit into the sword of the king. Before Sargeras died, Duke couldn't relax. Otherwise, let the demon king calm down and all humans will die.

He could only watch as the black rays representing aging hit his face. Can only helplessly let the curse of Sargeras take his vitality.

This feeling of being hollowed out is terrible!

Suddenly, an absolutely unexpected figure blocked his hand against the trail of black rays directed at Duke.

Nielás Elaine Medivh's father's soul dazzled Duke with his soul!

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