Stormwind God

How strong the guy in the heroic field at Azeroth has always been a big question mark for Duke.

From the perspective of physical strength, agility and vitality, Lothar did not exceed the scope of a human being. However, with the support of the strange [anger] power of the soldier, Lothar did a series of incredible moves.

The ordinary charge and the [charge] of the warrior's stunt are totally two concepts. Although the [charge] of the soldier can only be used once in a battle, this powerful impact is also precious.

Lothar's [Charging], Duke really met for the first time.

It should be said that before dealing with the evil hoof, Lothar did not move at all.

The high-speed friction sound of "Zizi" was issued under Lothar's military boots. The next moment, the whole person turned into a stream of light, spanning a distance of more than 10 meters between him and Prince Markzar. According to the charge of a normal human, Lothar would only rush to the feet of the prince, but [Charge] of Lothar rushed into the air unreasonably.

"You ..." Prince Marksall's next words came to an end because he saw a shield that was not large, but enough to cover his entire ugly face, and his sight grew at high speed.

"Bang!" When the head covered his head [Shield slammed], he banged the prince directly, hitting the prince's nose with a strong impact, and the irresistible grief and pain hit the prince Want to burst into tears.

This is not the end.

The tentacle of Prince Marksal's jaw that was almost chopped down by Garona just now is like Tintin's tentacles. This time it was really chopped down!

Garona's pot was taken over by Losa for a deliberate strength!

The hatred just created by Garona was thus perfectly inherited by Lothar.

Duke once heard such an unreliable legend that men of the Eredar clan regarded the three tentacles of their chin as precious as their younger brother. Whether or not this legend is reliable, or was made up by an unscrupulous author, it is no longer known, after all, the tentacles were cut off directly by Lothar with the sword of the king.

Prince Markzar was angry!

Really angry.

"Go to death! Human!" Without being overwhelmed by Lothar's charge and the slam of the shield, the prince showed the strong physical fitness of the demon family. His strong waist and abdomen force suddenly abruptly affected by the heavy blow. It bounces like a spring, and a fist that is larger than a small calf crashes.

fast! And fierce!

This is the problem that humans often encounter when fighting giants. The huge gap in body shape makes humans' relatively weak physiques unable to withstand this impersonal power after accidentally hitting them. The gap made up by the terrorist forces was crushed and instantly killed.

Time seems to be fixed at this moment.

The high-level demon's face had an inconceivable look of surprise: "How is that possible?"

In the eyes of Prince Markzar, the whole body is covered with heavy armor, which is meaningless to the demons, and the body has nowhere to stand in the air. It should be a beautiful meat on a cutting board. Let him be. Butchery is right.

But Lothar flew up.

Not an adjective, but a real kick, once again pulling up more than two meters from the air, from the ugly face facing the prince, to flying into the prince's forehead, it is another sword.

Until this time, the prince only saw from the place where Lothar had just settled that there were two masters there. It was the pair of illusive palms constructed with arcane energy, which became the fulcrum of Lothar perfectly without the help of Lothar, and supported Lothar to perform a juggling action that no one else could imagine.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, at the moment when the sword of the king stabbed Markzar's head, it was a golden light.

A pair of flaming golden light wings extended from the armor behind Lothar, breaking the chaotic void on the roof of Karazhan, so that Karazhan in the astral gap was one more with the world of Azeroth. Extra channels.

The channel glowed with gold.

On the sword, a golden storm filled with sacred breath blew, and the turbulent wind caused Losa's chic long hair to fluctuate, making this future Azerothian lion even more attractive.

I don't know when Garona, who should have cooperated with the attack, stopped.

Standing on two feet above the head of this huge demon who is less than six meters tall, Lothar's expression is very calm, and he has a taste of traveling away from the sky. What he seems to be feeling, taste, or listening to The melodious chime knocking from a distant tall building.

It's not as if, at this moment, even Duke heard the sound of metal clashes from above.

Suddenly looking up, Duke found himself wondering when he had entered a strange period of history.

Since coming to this world ...

There are tens of thousands of voices every moment, singing his legend.

Hundreds of wills, every minute, are sworn to inherit his ideals.

As if with the golden light wings of Lothar, in the golden clouds floating on the battlefield, Duke saw an empty figure.

It was a knight, and his face was clearly obscure to others. But anyone could feel that his two eyes were staring at Lothar.

No, he was not just staring at Lothar, he was staring at the entire human race.

Correct!

The only imperial crown worn on his head proved his identity. Azeroth was the only Emperor Thoradin ever recognized by the seven human kingdoms in history.

His eyes fell on the sword in Lothar's hands that was piercing the devil's head, and he smiled, a smile of approval.

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

After leaving a soft whisper, the figure of King Soradin disappeared.

The next moment, the sword in Lothar's hand glowed brightly.

Prince Markzar's huge turquoise blue body, starting from the inserted forehead, seemed to turn into grit in the wind, disappearing in the golden light.

Duke was stunned. He never felt that Prince Markzar had any problems with him, Lothar and Garona. It was just a big move by Lothar. This Prince Markzar who served as the final wave ss in the later Karazhan?

This is also a bit exaggerated!

The prince's figure disappeared, Lothar's gorgeous fall like an eagle's slam, and metal combat boots hitting the bluestone ground with a clear snoring sound.

Lothar's face did not have the joy of victory, but a kind of dignity like the enemy. Not only him, Duke and Garona also had the same expression on their faces.

"Come out, old friend, I already feel your breath."

"Ha ha ha!" With a slight laughter, the surrounding scene changed wildly, somehow, everyone had already come to Medivh's workshop inside Karazhan.

In the middle of the three, Super Wave ss Medivh, who directed the entire Dark Gate event, appeared! (To be continued.)