Stormwind God

Medivh's fingertips were full of brilliant purple arcane glory. With the mysterious rays of light flowing down from top to bottom, things in the vision of Duke, Lothar, and Garona are being constructed at high speed.

The power that cannot be understood and measured by science surges out, and the surrounding scenes seem to have faded the oil painting on the canvas, showing its true posture.

Waiting for the last round of dazzling radiance to bloom, everything has changed here. The empty and chaotic sky became the top of Medivh's workshop, and the sunlight penetrated through the seven-colored glazed windows, which filled the whole workshop with a holy taste like a church.

Twelve huge marble columns are erected around the workshop to form a corridor on the periphery.

In the middle of the workshop, there is a large pond with a diameter of 20 meters, which is filled with blue liquid material and slowly tumbling. Duke only had a glance to understand what it was.

magic!

The magic of high-speed concentration!

Beyond the gaseous form of the magic itself, it turns into a liquid.

Every time the liquid magic tumbling, if you put all your mind on it, you will suddenly find that dazzling light explodes in your eyes, as if it is a blossoming flower of light that is constantly repeating. The process of budding, flowering, flowering and withering.

The power contained in it is so horrible, Duke can even imagine that if the magic in this pool gets out of control, when the interlaced, nuclear-like light energy sprays out, it will spread all around in an instant and will The land of thousands of miles turned into dead land.

Compared to this amazing pool of magic, the stack of three-person tall metal parts placed by Medivh next to the pool seemed trivial.

Seeing everything in front of him, Duke's mind once again determined one thing, Medivh, known as the Astral Master, and his accomplishments in using the [space] element were absolutely peaking.

[Time] and [Space], this is almost the strongest element recognized by everyone.

In fact, even if he came to Medivh with Lothar and Garona, Duke still had a scalp and didn't know how to clean up Medivh with Sargeras.

The only luck was that only three of them were transferred to the workshop, and Medivh did not clean up Lothar's men.

At this time Medivh spoke.

"Hehehe!" Medivh laughed, with an indescribable evil charm: "Since my old friend is vocalized, why do you point my sword at my chest?"

Lothar's gaze fell slightly under Medivh's feet, standing next to the magic pool. His eyes were very careful, and he slowly swept from Medivh to his head.

When his eyes met Medivh again, Lothar's voice became very gentle.

"Yes! My sword shouldn't be facing my old friend. It shouldn't be Medivh, who knows each other and is a confidant." Lothar snorted and took the sword back into the scabbard: "We started from the beginning Not a person of the world. You are the guardian of the high. As long as you do n’t abdicate, you can have an almost endless life. Ryan and I are just two seemingly noble, but humble mortals. Why do we become friends? "

"Yeah! Why?" Medivh made a playful smile on his face, and he even ignored Garona, who was moving quietly behind him, and Duke, who had no movement in his right side.

"It's because of your humility and leniency that we got our approval. Remember that twenty years ago, you just defended Azeroth again and came back from the injury, but you carried it hard and made an ice cube for one. Fever children in the slums cool their foreheads. "

"Remember that day ..."

"still remember……"

Lothar whispered about his past memories with Medivh, and Medivh did not interrupt him, just listening with a smile.

I don't know how long, Lothar finally came out of the memory. Waiting for the last word of Lothar's words to drop, Medivh's face finally made a playful expression.

"A pretty story, isn't it? It's a pity ... it's meaningless!" Medivh's face finally sank, and the next moment, the whole workshop space shuddered.

"No sense !? No! Everything I say makes sense! Because I always believe that the generous and kind Medivh I know is still alive in some form and somewhere. And you Sagra I will soon take you out of my old friend and let you roll back where you are! "

Lothar's voice rolled like a thunder in the empty workshop, echoing left and right. The anger contained in his voice seemed to burn out the dirty and sinful soul of Sargeras in an instant.

Lothar once again pulled out the sword of the king, and the bright golden light on the sword was like the morning light that drove away the darkness along the entire horizon at dawn, splitting the entire workshop full of Medivh's terrible magic into the eyes .

Lothar's momentum was amazing, but deep down in Medivh's slightly playful eyes, he was full of disdain.

Sargeras's voice seemed calm and indifferent: "Losa, this is your hole card? It's a pity that you took it out too early, otherwise you might give me a little surprise."

"The true king need not hide himself." Lothar was firm.

This is also a small disadvantage of the sword of the king. The king himself followed the upright royal path. The dark arrow hurts people or draws cold opponents, or something. The will of King Soladin Liuying on the sword will not allow the sword-holder to do such indecent things.

And, from the beginning, Lothar didn't plan to really hide himself.

"Hum! The so-called king is not even a cricket in front of my invincible king of kingdoms." A terrible will spread across Medivh.

As the face of Sargeras, Lothar is definitely the first to bear it. The will of the Demon King is not simply terror. Countless large and small, continuous or intermittent pictures flashed through the spiritual sea of ​​Lothar, constantly impacting Lothar's will.

That's not an ordinary picture, it's a picture of one world after another over the past 10,000 years, destroyed by the Burning Legion of Sargeras.

The cruel and mad demons turned the beautiful planets into scorched earth, and killed thousands and thousands of creatures.

Kill!

damage!

destroy!

This is the main theme of the Burning Legion.

At this moment, Lothar heard the sorrow of billions of souls, and tasted their sadness, pain and despair. Lothar had unknowingly kneeled on the ground with one knee, his face pale, cold sweat dripping from his forehead and hair ends, and there was a kind of darkness in his eyes that was about to dizzy.

Lothar just felt like he was a lonely flat boat in the boundless anger, under the boundless black storm, desperately enduring the storm and rain, he would destroy people at any time, completely kneeling in the horror of Sargeras Under the will. (To be continued.)