Chapter 138 The New Master of Karazhan

"Duke, I beg you too." Couldn't bear it anymore, Lothar also spoke with red eyes.

Duke stared blankly at the dying Medivh, and at Lothar, the lion of Azeroth who was about to cry in front of him.

In the impression of Anduin Lothar, a hero with infinite loyalty and courage, even if his motherland was destroyed, even if two childhood friends passed away one after another, even if his own son died in battle, he never showed it. over the weak side. It is still like a banner, leading the Stormwind Kingdom, the seven human kingdoms, and even the entire alliance of future generations to victory.

Lothar is a hero with an unyielding iron will!

However, the current Losar is no longer the strong image in history, but it gives Duke a more real feeling.

right! This is the living Medivh and Lothar, this is the real Stormwind Kingdom, and this is the Azeroth where countless heroes forged epic legends with blood and flames.

Duke nodded slightly.

"There is no need to say anything."

"Your wish is fulfilled by me."

"Your will will be inherited by me."

"I once told His Majesty Wrynn, 'If the destruction of the Stormwind Kingdom is inevitable, then I will change it for you with my own hands'."

"Now, although I haven't fully achieved it, I believe that with our efforts, the future of this kingdom's demise has begun to be reversed."

"If we say to inherit your strength and wisdom, it is my destiny to fight for the survival and hope of all mankind."

"Then my choice is to accept!"

When Duke finished speaking in one breath, both Lothar and Medivh trembled as if they were electrocuted.

Medivh lightly pressed on Duke's hand: "Duke, as the new owner of Karazhan, can you please lead a few old friends outside? I can support you for a while."

Feeling the temporary magic circuit in Medivh's body, although the magic power circulation is getting weaker and weaker, it seems that what Medivh said is true.

Duke decisively took over part of the authority transferred by Medivh, and opened the mage tower barrier that was still in operation in Karazhan.

Medivh's mage voice transmission sounded outside the tower.

"My lord, and some old friends who are outside, can you come in for a while?"

Several powers who were nervously watching the progress of the matter outside the Mage Tower looked at each other. The Red Dragon Queen flapped her wings, and immediately carried Aegwynn and Tyrande up.

A few minutes later, not only the three of them, but also Wen De Sole arrived at Medivh with some remnants.

People besieged the city in darkness.

Aegwynn knelt on the ground in pain and hugged her son, letting Medivh's head rest on her thigh. Even though 800 years have made her strong and firm will, at this moment, she is just the mother of a child, no different from thousands of mothers all over the world.

Regardless of his mother's tears, Medivh said in a weak voice.

"I—— Medivh, once the guardian of Azeroth, the chief archmage of the court of the Stormwind Kingdom, in the presence of so many gentlemen and ladies in the audience, declare: My last wish is to make Karazan's mage tower and everything in it To Sir Duke Marcus."

Next to him, with the support of Wen De Sole, Lothar who stood on the side also spoke: "I——Anduin Lothar, the seventh president of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse, Sir of the Storm Kingdom, the head of the Knights of the Storm King , hereby confirm Medivh's last wish. I will convey his last wish to His Majesty King Ryan Wrynn. When His Majesty completes the confirmation, Karazhan will officially complete the ceremony of transferring fief."

This moment is destined to be forever frozen in the memory of all spectators.

Time flies, and when Hua grows old, many of them will repeatedly think of what happened at this moment.

The death of Medivh, the strongest mage and guardian of Azeroth, symbolizes the end of an era.

Duke Marcus' inheritance of Karazhan symbolizes the opening of a new era...

Under the witness of so many people, Medivh drew unknown symbols on Duke's palm with weak fingers.

Duke could only feel that endless knowledge was pouring into his spiritual world like a tsunami. Maybe at this moment, he still can't digest this knowledge, but Medivh has kindly helped him package and classify this knowledge and seal it.

When Duke does not reach the corresponding level, these magics that are too burdensome for the meager Duke will not be unsealed.

In addition, there is Karazhan.

Similarly, a strange light lit up outside the entire Karazhan. The huge Karazhan was becoming transparent and unreal, and Medivh activated a magic device that was still working, and began to pull the entire Karazhan into a certain void.

Time flows quietly, and every existence in the studio is quietly watching this great mage go to the end of his life.

Even if every existence knows now that Medivh is the chief culprit who opened the Dark Portal and introduced the orcs into Azeroth, he hates the guardian who tried his best to drive Sargeras into the abyss at the end of his life. Can't get up.

Without too much pain or regret, Medivh, who was in his forties, was hugged by his mother, and quietly closed his eyes while Aegwynn was humming an unknown lullaby.

Tens of seconds later, the last magic circuit in Medivh stagnated.

A generation of Dharma god Medivh passed away with a smile on his face.

For more than ten seconds, after confirming Medivh's death, Lothar and Duke saluted all the spectators at the same time.

Duke said: "Thank you for watching the ceremony, please leave now. In five minutes, Karazhan will temporarily disappear in the world of Azeroth. He will not come back in a short time."

The Red Dragon Queen and Tyrande were the first to leave. These two powerful figures nodded in unison and left first.

Alexstrasza jumped out of the workshop, and a red light flashed in the blink of an eye. She changed from that sexy female warrior wearing a bikini armor to a giant dragon with a body length of tens of meters. She spread her wings and soared. Fly far away.

Tyrande whistled, and a huge white tiger seemed to completely ignore the gravity of the earth, running on the almost vertical outer wall of the Mage Tower in Karazhan without a protective cover. Tyrande sat lightly sideways, and then the big white tiger let out a long roar, and also unscientifically ran down the vertical mage tower.

Lothar and Windsor were the second group to leave.

Lothar asked: "You seem to be staying in Karazhan for a while, do you have anything to explain?"

Duke thought for a while: "Stormwind City can survive for a long time if there are no accidents. But if it really can't bear it, then withdraw Alterac or Stromgarde. I have prepared everything."