Chapter 108: Lothar the Red Hand
A huge purple-blue energy ball floated less than two meters above the head of the Felhoof.
Duke didn't attack casually. Once Felhoof made a move against Lothar, there would be a powerful arcane energy shock that would hit Felhoof's forehead when Lothar raised his shield. Normally, Duke would stack layers of arcane energy shock on the lesser demons, maintaining about five to seven layers.
When Felhoof once again summoned the imp Kil'ruk, and was instantly killed by Duke's Arcane Hand of Energy, Felhoof finally realized that his end had come.
"No--"
After Garona's gorgeous dagger combo finally hit Felhoof's eyeballs, Lothar found an opportunity. The golden-hued mysterious sword accurately stabbed Felhoof's heart, and twisted.
"Get back!" Lothar and Garona heard Duke's shout at the same time, and both took a small jump and leapt away, letting Felhoof's suddenly enlarged paw fall helplessly to the ground before he died.
It was only at this moment that Lothar noticed that there were a dozen or so mage hands floating in the surrounding sky, each one condensing a human-sized fireball.
Almost at the moment when Lothar and Garona jumped away.
The dense red fireballs were like a meteor shower, striking down on Felhoof, whose vitality had already dropped significantly. He could no longer use more concentrated magic to resist Duke's Fireball spell, causing the flames of the fireball to converge like a column of fire.
A not-so-huge but very sophisticated fire tornado appeared in the center of the large room, burning and tearing Felhoof's body apart. The scorching high temperature seemed to melt even the marble floor of the room containing the magic circle.
"Wow--" Felhoof let out a final scream in the flames.
With Felhoof's death, his entire body was burned from the inside out by the flames from hell, and the foul demon energy dispersed everywhere. Most of it was burned to ashes by Duke's flames, but a little bit escaped, leaving a faint odor in the room.
With Felhoof's death, the teleportation portals that summoned the lesser demons also lost their support and disappeared.
The lively room fell silent for a while, with only the heavy breathing of the people remaining.
This level of battle was nothing to Lothar. He turned his head slightly, surveying the surroundings, and found that none of his men were lying on the ground unable to get up.
No one died, which was definitely a good thing.
Being mentally prepared for sacrifice and actually having someone sacrifice were two different things.
Without saying anything, Lothar gave thumbs up to Duke and Garona. The gap in their fighting power was fully demonstrated in the battle just now.
Lothar and Garona were clearly in the first tier.
Apart from the two of them, the only one who could be of any help was probably Duke. Everyone else, including the priest, was only good for dealing with cannon fodder.
Duke covered his nose and said with a buzz, "Everyone go out, I'll collect the spoils of war."
"The spoils of war?" Lothar was a little puzzled.
Indeed, it was a natural thing for the victors on the battlefield to gain spoils of war. But most of what could be obtained on the battlefield were swords and personal belongings, or capturing the enemy's flag as their own glory, there wouldn't be too many actual good things.
Now that they had killed a mid-level Satyr, Duke was actually talking about spoils of war?
Lothar was really curious.
There had never been many demons near Stormwind City, and if killing such evil creatures as demons brought more than just glory, it might be a highlight.
For some reason, Lothar had a deep sense of foreboding that demons... might become more and more numerous.
The more they knew about demons, the easier it would be to deal with them in the future.
Over there, Duke began giving orders to the system spirit.
"Scan the spoils of war, search for anything with high-intensity magical energy."
"Okay, host..." After a brief few seconds, the system spirit gave directions, "Ten steps to the west, on the third level, the bookshelf with three red-covered magic books, fifth book from the left, open it..."
Seeing Duke's actions, Garona was curious, while Lothar was simply stunned.
He had never seen Duke's eyes sparkle with such golden light. This guy was clearly wealthy, claiming to be the second richest person in Stormwind Kingdom, and no one dared to claim to be the first.
However, it was precisely such an existence that had an undisguised frenzy on his face right now.
It was as if he had... stumbled upon a gold mine. On the one hand, he was almost pathologically crazy, and on the other hand, he had a face that absolutely refused to share with others.
"I am not Blackhand... I am not Blackhand..." Duke muttered incomprehensibly to Lothar and Garona.
"What's Blackhand?" Garona tilted her head in doubt, "Why is he saying the name of the Orc Warchief?"
Little did she know, this 'Blackhand' was not the same as that 'Blackhand'!
Duke really wanted to find something to wash his hands, take a bath and burn some incense or something.
"Although Duke didn't believe in any superstitions, as a former World of Warcraft raid leader; as a Blackhand raid leader who completed the Molten Core raid within a week while getting a warlock and a druid fully geared; as a raid leader who had been constantly berated by the entire team, Duke really didn't believe his luck could be this good.
"Uh, Lothar, could you lend me a hand?"
Feeling good after taking down a formidable demon, Lothar grinned and replied, "Gladly."
Duke pointed to the massive spellbook in front of him. "There's something in there, and if I touch it, I'm afraid I'll...I'll become tainted by evil. If you could use your sword to pry open the book, it would be great."
It was definitely a strange request.
If it were anyone else, Lothar would definitely suspect that the guy was trying to pull one over him. But Duke...Lothar could feel the man's inner turmoil.
He smiled and gently thrust his beautiful longsword into the bottom of the giant book, giving it a little pry. The whole book flew out.
The hefty book, weighing over ten pounds, hit the ground with a loud thud. Surprisingly, the unbound pages of the book did not flip open. The pages seemed to be glued together.
Lothar furrowed his brow slightly, his guard up. He subconsciously used his shield to protect half of his body and then used the sharp edge of his sword to pierce the pages.
"Sss—" Duke's heart skipped a beat.
Damn, there really was an evil aura!
However, the demonic power left by the felhoof was a big problem for Duke. It was a piece of cake for Lothar, who wielded the sword he secretly called the 'Sword of Kings,' to dispel the tiny demonic power. The small amount of demonic power was immediately dissipated by the divine power of the sword.
The book opened, revealing an space inside which contained a cloth belt and a peculiar ornament!
Duke couldn't help but feel delighted.