Chapter 123 The Aura of the Demon King

Wherever Medivh's fingertips pointed, there was a great purple-blue arcane brilliance. Accompanied by mysterious veins of light flowing from top to bottom, things in the vision of Duke, Lothar, and Garona are being constructed at high speed.

Power that cannot be understood and measured by science surges out, and the surrounding scenes are like oil paintings that have faded from the canvas, showing their true posture.

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

Twelve huge marble columns are erected around the workshop, forming a corridor around the periphery.

And in the middle of the workshop there is a large pond with a diameter of 20 meters, which is filled with azure liquid substance, which is slowly surging. Duke knew what it was just by looking at it.

magic!

High-speed concentrated magic power!

The gaseous form surpassed the magic power itself and turned into a liquid state.

Every time the liquid magic power rolls, if you put all your mind on it, you will suddenly find that there are dazzling rays of light exploding in your eyes, like flowers of light that are blooming and blooming, repeating endlessly. The process of budding, blooming, falling and withering.

The power contained in it is so terrifying, Duke can even imagine that if the magic power in this pool gets out of control, when the light energy intertwined inside that is comparable to a nuclear bomb gushes out, it will spread to the surroundings in an instant, The land with a radius of thousands of miles was turned into a dead place.

Compared with this astonishing magic pool, the pile of three-person-high metal parts that Medivh placed next to the pool seemed insignificant.

Seeing everything in front of him, one thing was reconfirmed in Duke's mind - Medivh, known as the astral mage, has absolutely reached the pinnacle of attainments in using the [space] element.

[Time] and [Space], these are almost the strongest elements recognized by everyone.

In fact, even with Lothar and Garona walking in front of Medivh, Duke was still scalp numb, not knowing how to deal with Medivh possessed by Sargeras.

The only luck is that only the three of them were sent to the workshop, and Medivh did not deal with Lothar's men.

At this time, Medivh spoke.

"Hehehe!" Medivh laughed, and there was an indescribable charm in the laughter: "Since you keep talking about old friends, why do you point your sword at my chest?"

Lothar's eyes fell slightly to the feet of Medivh standing by the edge of the magic pool. His eyes were very careful, and he swept across Medivh's body from feet to head very slowly.

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

"Yes! My sword shouldn't be aimed at my old friend. It shouldn't be aimed at Medivh, who is acquainted with each other and is a confidant." Lothar said with a "chuckle" and retracted the sword from the scabbard: "We have been fighting since the beginning. You are not a person from the same world. You are a high-ranking guardian, as long as you don’t abdicate, you can have an almost endless lifespan. And Ryan and I are just two mortals who look noble but are actually humble. Why do we become friends?"

"Yeah! Why?" Medivh had a playful smile on his face, he even ignored Garona who was moving quietly behind him on the left, and Duke who was motionless behind him on the right.

"It is because of your humility and tolerance that we have won our approval. I still remember that twenty years ago, you just defended Azeroth again and came back from an injury, but you carried it hard and made a block of ice for a Fever children in the slums cool their foreheads."

"I still remember that day..."

"still remember……"

Lothar whispered about all the memorable past events between him and Medivh, and Medivh didn't interrupt him, just listening with a smile.

I don't know how long it took, Lothar finally came out of the memory. Waiting for the last word of Lothar's words to fall, Medivh finally showed a playful expression on his face.

"It's a beautiful story, isn't it? It's a pity...it's meaningless!" Medivh's face finally sank, and the next moment, the entire workshop space trembled.

"Meaningless!? No! Everything I say is meaningful! Because I always firmly believe that the kind and generous Medivh I knew is still alive in some form, somewhere. And you—— Sargeras, I will pull you out of my old friend right away, and tell you to go back to where you came from!"

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

Lothar pulled out the King's Sword again. The golden light on the sword seemed to drive away the darkness along the entire horizon at dawn, splitting the entire workshop filled with Medivh's terrifying magic power into two. .

Lothar's aura was astonishing, but in the depths of Medivh's slightly playful eyes, it was full of disdain.

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

"A real king doesn't need to hide himself." Lothar said firmly.

This is also a small disadvantage of the sword of the king. The king - he walks the upright kingly way. Injuring people with backstabs or slapping cold opponents, Emperor Thoradin's will on the sword will not allow the sword holder to do such a shameless thing.

Moreover, from the beginning, Lothar had no intention of really hiding himself.

"Hmph! The so-called king is not even an ant in front of me, the invincible king of all worlds." An incomparably terrifying will spread out of Medivh.

Lothar, who is facing Sargeras, is definitely the first to bear the brunt. The will of the Demon King is not pure terror. Countless large and small, continuous, or intermittent pictures flashed through Lothar's spiritual sea, constantly impacting Lothar's will.

That is not an ordinary picture, it is the image of one world after another destroyed by Sargeras' Burning Legion in the past ten thousand years.

The cruel and crazy demon turned the beautiful planets into scorched earth where not a blade of grass could grow, and killed thousands of creatures of all kinds.

kill!

destroy!

destroy!

This is the main theme of the Burning Legion.

At this moment, Lothar heard the wailing of hundreds of millions of creatures, and tasted their sorrow, pain and despair. Unknowingly, Lothar knelt on the ground on one knee, his face was pale, cold sweat was dripping from his forehead and the tips of his hair, and there was a kind of blackness in his eyes that was about to faint.

Lothar only felt like a lonely boat in the boundless raging sea. Under the boundless black storm, he desperately endured the violent wind and rain. The ship would be destroyed at any time, and everyone would die. He knelt down in the horror of Sargeras. under will.