Chapter 126: Hand of Despair

"No--" When Lothar saw Duke being killed, he suddenly felt the world around him turn blank and void. Except for Duke's body and Medivh possessed by Sargeras, he couldn't see or hear anything else.

An unprecedented feeling of grief and anger surged up in him like a volcanic eruption.

He thought he had already seen through life and death, was accustomed to the death of his comrades, and was no longer afraid. He thought he could be indifferent to the deaths of everyone around him.

But when facing this moment again, Lothar found that he still couldn't do it.

From the moment he met Duke, Lothar only saw him as a talented and flamboyant kid. He vaguely remembered all the crazy things he did when he was Duke's age, but he always had Prince Llane to rely on whenever anything went wrong.

At that time, Lothar only appreciated Duke in a simple way.

When the title of "Sea King Duke" appeared, Lothar, who was not interested in characters who rose to power through business, changed his view of Duke as time passed.

Everything Duke did proved that he was dealing with crises for the sake of the interests of Stormwind Kingdom, and even for the sake of the interests of all humanity.

If Duke was only that, he would have been a good assistant minister. However, everything that happened in Karazhan made Lothar secretly elevate Duke's evaluation to an unprecedented height.

Brave, wise, intelligent, kind-hearted, and deeply understanding of justice. This is definitely a template for a top teenage hero.

Lothar quickly realized that if Duke grew up, he would be the pillar of the next generation of Stormwind Kingdom. He and Llane were still in their prime, but they would eventually grow old. Prince Varian is still young, but when it comes time to assist Varian to the end, it will definitely not be him, Lothar.

Duke Bolvar Fordragon, was a good candidate. Unfortunately, he could only be a chief minister in the ordinary field. After losing Medivh, no matter from which angle you look at Stormwind Kingdom, it needs a new banner in the field of magic.

As early as when he killed Prince Malchezaar, Lothar secretly made a decision that if he could succeed this time, he would recommend Duke for the position.

However, just as Lothar made up his mind, Duke was standing in front of him, being killed by Sargeras using his face and body as a decades-old friend.

A Guardian-level highest-level "Slow Spell," an ordinary and unremarkable horizontal slash, ended the hope of Stormwind Kingdom's future.

The tragedy of genius is the most heartbreaking.

"Ah ah ah ah--" Lothar roared like a mad lion, activating a prop that was supposed to be a trump card, and his whole body was enveloped in a golden light.

Lothar's strength, speed, agility, and ability to expel evil spirits all skyrocketed, and he suddenly approached Medivh.

"Oh?" Medivh's face showed a slightly surprised expression.

The King's Sword, emitting dazzling brilliance, suddenly slashed down, but what it met was not Medivh's magic, but a huge blue and silver metal arm.

Despite the sharpness of the sword of a king that can crush almost anything and its powerful anti-evil effect, it still cannot break through the defense of this arm. The clash of the long sword and the metal armguard created a dazzling spark. The metal on the giant arm emitted a piercing scream, and even the metal arm bent slightly backward.

After all, it was blocked.

At this time, Lothar finally noticed that the huge metal pile next to the magic pool was actually an unactivated golem. Now, this huge golem made of condensed arcane energy and metallic parts has become an insurmountable barrier between himself and the demon king, Sargeras.

"Lothar, Lothar, I'm bored. As a slightly outstanding existence among ants like you, you are not worth me personally taking action. You can only fight with the toys I created. You, Anduin Lothar, just like that little guy Duke, go to hell." Medivh's face was full of the utmost evil aura. Every twisted curve of his face was filled with ferocity and disgust.

Medivh's entire body began to transform:

Two slender demon horns with flames on his head appeared.

His elegant and refined appearance withered, and three thorn-like spikes protruded from his chin.

The skin exposed on his body also became dry like dead bark, but in the gaps between the dry and cracked skin, you could clearly see a huge green light flowing in the body that was once able to accommodate the power of the entire Council of Tirisfal.

Lothar wanted to curse Sargeras, but he was overwhelmed by the crazy attacks of this giant arcane golem.

The fist of this golem was too big and too fast.

Even with Lothar's speed, avoiding it was completely unrealistic. When the heavy fist, which was enough to split mountains and rocks, hit, even though Lothar tried to unload the thunderous force with his shield at an angle, he obviously failed.

A shield that was not an epic level was of little use in this kind of battle.

The rare quality shield with the Stormwind lion emblem was turned into powder in just one-tenth of a second of contact.

The only thing that could protect Lothar was the sword of a king.

Blocking with his broadsword, there was simply no way to defend against this standard military sword technique. The King's sword, despite being hit hard, displayed an unimaginable resilience. Even though it had bent back as far as possible, even though it had clearly formed an arc, the King's sword remained unbroken.

If it were any other warrior, they would have been crushed by the colossal golem's immense strength and killed instantly.

But Lothar was Lothar. In that split second when no one else could react, he was able to quickly adjust his footing and shift his center of gravity. Just before the overwhelming force that no mortal could match destroyed his body, he moved to the left, causing the golem's massive fist to miss him completely.

Even the ground, reinforced with special magic, couldn't withstand such a violent blow. With a loud "boom," rocks and debris scattered everywhere.

If Lothar hadn't been wearing full armor, he would have been turned into a bloody mess by the sharp, high-speed flying debris.

Dodging the first attack, Lothar's crisis was far from over.

The massive golem continued its fierce assault without any pause. Its fist, which should have been plunged into the ground, suddenly swung horizontally, almost turning Lothar's body into a pulp.

Lothar couldn't handle even one golem, let alone the nearby Sargeras, who watched the fight like a spectator at a gladiatorial show!

Despair gripped Lothar's heart for the first time.

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed from outside the entire Karazhan tower, strong enough to be felt even by the tower's independent space. It was a powerful attack that shook everything.