Chapter 131: Going to Nima's Devil

"Unless?" The priestess raised her head proudly, the light of divinity circulating in her eyes.

"Unless the group of people who raided Karazhan can deal a fatal blow to the Demon King while we are pulling most of Sargeras' power."

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

"The ones inside are the descendants of Thoradin!"

Emperor Thoradin, a name that even the most ignorant night elves have heard of. Even though the night elves had little contact with humans, this did not prevent them from knowing that there was a hero on another continent who drove away the trolls, unified the various human tribes, and formed a great empire.

Hearing the name, the priestess stood in awe.

"If Anduin Lothar really did it, then he is the hero of the entire Azeroth world..." Aegwynn lowered his voice.

What is Lothar, who Aegwynn placed high hopes on, doing?

Sorry, the big hero is running away in a panic.

Lothar was very tired, he could hear his extremely heavy breathing. That bellows-like voice announced that his physical strength had dropped to a very low level. No matter how much oxygen he inhales, the lungs that still feel insufficient are no longer able to squeeze more physical energy for him.

He took off his helmet, and after the shoulder straps of the armor on his body were accidentally knocked off, he had to take the opportunity to remove and lose the armor. Only the well-bound hand armor and leg armor were left on the whole body, and it was too late to throw them away.

No way, in front of that golem whose power is beyond human imagination, the word 'strength' is meaningless. The only way to save your life is to dodge flexibly.

Between the twelve pillars surrounding the workshop, Lothar scrambled and scrambled to dodge the attacks of the giant golem again and again.

Gradually, his physical strength and luck seemed to be running out.

Lothar glanced at his old friend Medivh, the guy who should be called Sargeras now. There is an evil red light in the dull eyeballs in the deep-set eye sockets, the white teeth seem to be ready to eat at any time, and the withered body without a trace of life in the whole body is even more frightening.

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

Looking at Garona still lying on the ground twitching all over, and Duke's body whose blood was getting colder, although Lothar's will to resist has not weakened in the slightest, despair has unconsciously grasped Lothar's heart.

In front of Sargeras, the lord of the Burning Legion, this little power of human beings is too insignificant, not even the arm of a mantis.

Even if Lothar guessed that Sargeras had been restrained, what else could he do? He couldn't even escape the huge golem behind him.

The huge lightning ball thrown by the golem flashed blue-white electric light and made a loud "crackling" noise, which constantly stimulated Lothar's nerves and threatened him—if he dared to cross the thunder pool for half a step, he would be killed. Scorching would be Lothar's only fate.

Lothar spotted an opening and rushed over with all his might.

He failed, the gigantic golem was more agile than he had imagined, a huge fist hit, and Lothar had to dodge the blow with another ugly roll. The fist slammed less than one meter away from Lothar, and there happened to be a huge pillar there.

The shock of destruction spread to the ceiling above Sargeras' head, and a huge cracked black line immediately appeared on the wall. The black line spread at a high speed, and after a while, the entire workshop was directly collapsed by half.

"Crash!" The gravel fell to the ground, and unconsciously, it even covered Duke's body.

Lothar had no time to take care of it, because another heavy punch from the golem had already hit.

It's over!

Even before the fist came, Lothar knew that he couldn't dodge this time. Not only was his physical strength almost exhausted, but just now, a piece of gravel hit his ankle, and a piercing pain came suddenly.

Maybe it's good to take a break, the problem is, a golem with no humanity at all won't give its enemies time to rest!

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

Death is near.

Lothar... was very tired, both physically and mentally exhausted, making him unable to stand up. The sword that a swordsman should never throw away was blown away by the bombardment just now. After spinning a few times, the King's Sword lay quietly behind Medivh.

Sargeras's face was full of mockery, and he didn't stop chanting, he used a voice from the soul to talk to Lothar: "Hehe! Lothar! Lothar, you have finally come to the end of your life What, what do you think?"

Lothar should have been truly, completely desperate. But at this moment, a strange figure appeared on the back of the huge golem.

It was a shadow similar to a soul, but Lothar dared to swear that the ghost was definitely Duke. He would never admit to the face that had been flooding his mind since just now.

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

That's what he taught Duke before he entered Karazhan, meaning—I need cover.

cover?

What cover?

Well, the only thing that can be done is to sneer.

Lothar sat up pretentiously, and combed his hair with his left hand: "Sorry, my life hasn't come to a conclusion yet. Because I have a shocking secret about the world of Azeroth..." Speaking Here, Lothar's voice became quieter.

"Huh?" Sargeras became interested.

The guy who sells his glory, he has seen a lot, the so-called hero, there is absolutely no one in a million who persists until the end. He was not afraid that Lothar would lie to him, and in Sargeras' view, it would not do any good for Lothar to lie to him. What's more, as a descendant of the human Emperor Thoradin, Lothar might have some secrets.

While chanting a spell, Sargeras approached Lothar.

Beside Lothar, the huge golem raised its fist high, ready to fall down and smash Lothar into meat paste, just waiting for Sargeras' command.

Standing in front of Lothar, Sargeras raised his chin proudly, looking down at Lothar who was walking on the ground.

"You can say it. Of course, the end of angering me is more miserable than death. You have to know one thing, death is not the end for mortals in front of my power."

"Well, my secret is..." At this point, Lothar's voice became weaker. After the second half of the sentence, Lothar's volume suddenly increased, which was like a loud roar of a lion.

"Go to the devil of Nima—"