Stormwind God

"Unless?" The priestess looked up, her divine light flowing endlessly in her eyes.

"Unless, those raids on Karazhan were able to give the Demon King a fatal blow while we were involved in most of Sargeras' power."

"Can it be done?" The night elf expressed some doubt.

"It's inside, but descended from Sortin!"

Lord Soradin, even the most ignorant night elves have ever heard of a name. Although the night elves had little contact with humans, this did not prevent them from knowing that there had been such a hero on another continent, driven away the trolls, unified all human tribes, and formed a great empire.

Hearing the name, the priestess stood in reverence.

"If the boy Anduin Losa really does, then he is the hero of the entire Azeroth world ..." Aegwynn's voice went down.

What is Lothar's high hopes for?

Sorry, this big hero is running away in a daunting state.

Lothar was tired, and he could hear his own heavy breathing. The bellowing voice announced that his physical strength had fallen to a very low level. The lungs, which he felt was not enough to inhale even more oxygen, could no longer squeeze more energy for him.

He took off his helmet, and after accidentally breaking the armor **** his body, he had to take the opportunity to unload and lose the armor. All that was left was well-groomed hand and leg armors before they could be thrown away.

No way, in the face of a golem whose power exceeds human imagination, the word ‘power’ is meaningless. Only people who can save their lives can dodge.

Between the twelve corridors surrounding the workshop, Lothar crawled to the ground to avoid the attacks of the giant gospel again and again.

Gradually, his physical fitness and luck seemed to come to an end.

Lothar glanced at his old friend Medivh, the guy who should now be called Sargeras. There is evil red light in Muran's eyes in the sunken eyes. Bai Sensen's teeth seem to be chosen at any time, and the dry body with no breath of life on the whole body is even more frightening.

Sargeras ignored Lothar, and he was thinking nervously about a series of demon spells that Lothar didn't understand. I don't know if this is the spell of space passages that maintains the door of darkness, or something else.

Look at Garona, who is still lying on the ground, twitching, and the body of Duke, whose blood is getting cold. Lothar's resistance to resist has not weakened, but despair has clenched Lothar's heart unconsciously.

This little human power is too small in front of Sargeras, the Lord of the Burning Legion, not even a praying arm as a cart.

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

The giant lightning ball thrown by the golem flashed blue and white electric lights, emitting a "cracking" loud noise, constantly stimulating Lothar's nerves, threatening him if he dared to cross Leichi half a step and be burnt Will be the only end for Lothar.

Lothar spotted an empty space and ran over with all his strength.

He failed, the huge golem had the agility above his imagination, a huge fist came, and Lothar had to avoid it again with an ugly roll. The fist blasted less than a meter away from Lothar, which was exactly a huge pillar.

The devastating shock spread to the ceiling above Sargeras, and a huge cracked black line twisted and twisted immediately on the wall. The black line spread at a high speed. After a moment, it directly collapsed the entire workshop for a little over half.

"Wow!" The rubble fell to the ground without knowing it, even covering Duke's body.

Lothar had no time to take care of it, because another fist of the Golem had already hit.

It's over!

Even if his fist was not reached, Lothar knew that he couldn't escape this time. Not only was his physical strength almost exhausted, but also just now, a piece of gravel hit his ankle, and a tingling heartache came suddenly.

Maybe just rest for a while, the problem is, there are no human golems to give their enemies rest time!

"Bang!" With a loud noise, Lothar was swept away by the golem's giant fist. At this moment, Lothar only felt that his internal organs had shifted.

Death is imminent.

Lothar ... was tired, and his physical and mental overdrafts prevented him from standing. A sword that a swordsman should never throw away was already hit by the bombardment just now. After a few revolutions, the King's Sword lay quietly behind Medivh.

Sargeras' face was full of ridicule. He didn't stop chanting on his mouth. He talked to Lothar with a voice from his soul: "Oh! Lothar! Lothar, you have finally come to the end of your life Anyhow, do you have any feelings? "

Lothar was supposed to be real, desperate. But at this time, a strange figure appeared on the spine of the giant golem.

It was a ghost resembling a soul, but Lothar vowed that the ghost was definitely Duke. The face that had been flooding his mind since just now, he would never admit it.

He also clearly saw the soul-like Duke gesture to him.

That was what Duke taught him before he entered Karazhan, meaning I needed cover.

cover?

What cover?

Well, all that can be done is to make a mockery.

Lothar sat up with great force and combed his hair with his left hand: "Sorry, my life is not yet time to sum up. Because I have a shocking secret about the world of Azeroth ..." said Here, Lothar's voice went down.

"Well?" Sargeras was intrigued.

The guy who seeks honor from the seller, he knows a lot, the so-called hero, it is absolutely inexhaustible until the end. He wasn't afraid that Lothar would lie to him. In Sargeras's view, Lothar would not do any good for him. Not to mention that Lothar, as a descendant of the human Thoradin, may be a little secret.

Sargeras chanted as he approached Lothar.

Beside Lothar, the huge golem raised his fist and was ready to drop and smash Lothar into a meat sauce, waiting for Sargeras only to give a password.

Standing in front of Lothar, Sargeras arrogantly looked up at his chin, looking down at Lothar walking on the ground.

"You can say it. Of course, it annoys me, but it is more miserable than death. You have to know one thing. Mortality is not the end of my power."

"Well, my secret is ..." Speaking of this, Lothar's voice became weaker, and in the second half of the sentence, Lothar's volume suddenly increased, which was the roar of a roaring lion.

"Go to Nima's Demon" (To be continued.)