Chapter 133 The Backlash of Salted Fish

Lothar had too many doubts in his heart.

Why did Duke, who was supposed to be decapitated and die, come back from the dead?

Why does it look like Duke is planning all this?

Why was Duke able to hide from Sargeras's perception, seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and kill Sargeras in one fell swoop?

A series of doubts almost burst Lothar's head.

On the other hand, Lothar was also deeply moved.

Victory!

It turned out to be a victory!

I thought it was a desperate backlash. Although Lothar has been cheering up the soldiers, in his heart Lothar has always done a good job, even if he fails, he will show the backbone of human beings to these demons who kill thousands of swords. It became another important milestone in the history of the war between humans and demons.

It doesn't matter how much power Sargeras possessed on Medivh.

No matter how many powerful beings help to contain Sargeras' power.

A kill is a kill.

It was Duke Marcus who killed the Lord of the Burning Legion, Lord of Demons, and Sargeras, the fallen titan, for the hundreds of millions of creatures in Azeroth!

This is the most profound stroke worthy of being engraved in history books.

Lothar propped up his body, looking at the sword that he was very familiar with and bursting with sacred golden brilliance, Lothar suddenly recalled that sentence:

"Those who fight for mankind will surely receive my protection!"

The whispers of Patriarch Thoradin still ring in his ears.

Lothar suddenly realized.

Why can Duke pick up the sword of the king with will?

Very simple, from the very beginning, it was not the sword of the king. Thoradin himself was not the Chosen King. It is purely because an emperor can better unify the various scattered human clans that there is Emperor Thoradin and this King's Sword.

On this supposedly nameless sword will flow only the blood of the enemies of man. It only fights for human beings, so whoever holds it is doomed to shed blood only for human beings.

If one day, the sword bearer abandons the ideals inherited from the ancient kings, then the life of the sword bearer will wither and wither. But the stars of the sage kings will still rise slowly, continue to shine on Azeroth, and bless the human race through the ages.

Lothar may have many questions, but he suddenly discovered that these questions are no longer important.

Everyone has their own cards, their own secrets.

Duke picked up the King's Sword, which proved that Duke was a hero recognized by all the ancient kings.

Staring at the golden light on the sword, Lothar's eyes were blurred, as if he heard an ancient battle song from more than a thousand years ago, majestic yet impassioned.

This is the belief handed down by the late Emperor Thoradin to all descendants of men.

This is the sustenance that has gone through thousands of years.

This is the inheritance of human will to strive for self-improvement in this land full of cruel competition.

Looking at Duke's face that was too young, Lothar, who was in his forties, suddenly felt a little old.

ah! It's nice to be young!

etc! young! ?

It was originally a joyful finale of defeating the super boss of the evil faction, but Lothar was horrified to see that Duke's face was growing rapidly, no, that was rapid aging!

Almost in the blink of an eye, Duke's face grew from a childish 14-year-old to a 16-year-old in one breath! 17 years old! 18 years old!

No! This is not growing! This should be some kind of extremely vicious curse from Sargeras before he died. He is using his last strength to counterattack Duke!

Just as Duke was holding the sword in both hands, vigorously stirring and tearing Medivh's heart, Sargeras raised his left hand, and hit Duke with a black mysterious energy pattern with his backhand.

The roar of Sargeras before he died also proved this point: "Duke Marcus, you ant, do you think this is the end? No! I am immortal! I will never die! But you, you Pay for hurting me—”

Sargeras' extremely angry voice echoed throughout Karazhan, and even the entire Deadwind Pass area.

At this moment, every person, elf, and dragon involved in the attack on Karazhan heard the name of the hero who killed Sargeras.

Happy for Duke!

Worrying about Duke too!

That is the backlash of the Demon King!

Who dares to say that they can bear it?

The horror of demons is not only their incomparable fighting power, but also the terrifying curse that is so strange and unpredictable! If you are not careful, even the most powerful dragons will die tragically, while other dragons can only helplessly watch their companions die in pain and despair.

Not to mention the frail human beings.

In fact, not to mention other people's feelings, Duke himself regretted it.

Nima, why am I making up the last sword! Hell, is Khadgar's tragedy going to happen to me.

At this moment, Duke's heart was full of tears!

When Medivh, who was possessed by Sargeras, was not killed, Duke was single-mindedly thinking about how to kill Old Mai. Now that he was killed, Duke suddenly realized another very important thing-in history, Khadgar killed Medivh in a sneak attack from behind, and was also cursed by Sargeras' aging before he died.

Khadgar was drained of a considerable amount of life force.

Only then did Khadgar, who is not very old next year, but has an aging face and gray hair!

At this moment when time seems to be frozen, hundreds of millions of grass and mud horses are running wildly in Duke's heart:

"Unexpectedly, Khadgar died inexplicably, and I, who replaced Khadgar as the hero who killed Sargeras, would also be subject to this disgusting curse!?"

I remembered that I was a young niche before and after the time travel, but I actually wanted to become a little old man.

Although someone said that "a real man will be loved no matter what he becomes", but...

but……

but……

Who loves to grow old so much, who can grow enough by himself! Don't look for brother!

Well, even in the back of his mind Duke had already turned the table angrily over a million times.

In reality, it's still just the blink of an eye.

Duke didn't dare to let go at all, and continued to inject spiritual power into the King's Sword. Sargeras hadn't died for a moment, and Duke couldn't relax for a moment. Otherwise, let the demon king calm down, and all human beings will die by then.

He could only watch helplessly as the black rays representing aging hit his face. He could only helplessly let the curse of Sargeras take away his vitality.

This feeling of being hollowed out sucks!

Suddenly, an absolutely unexpected figure blocked the trajectory of the black ray shooting towards Duke with his hands.

Nieras Elan, the soul of Medivh's father, used his soul body to block the gun for Duke!

"You..." Duke's facial muscles froze.