Chapter 123: Mysterious Confidence

At this moment, Duke's clear voice came from behind Sargeras:

"Fallen Titan, destroyer of worlds, Lord of the Burning Legion, great demon king, are you so old and forgetful that you've forgotten your tragic defeat in Azeroth ten thousand years ago? Or was it when you were the son of AAegwynn, the former Guardian of Azeroth, that you accidentally fell and became a moron? I wonder how you got that invincibility in your mouth."

Thousands of years ago, Sargeras betrayed the Pantheon of Titans, created the Burning Legion, and began his Burning Crusade. After acquiring the powerful Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, Sargeras had been undefeated for the next fifteen thousand years.

However, he was defeated ten thousand years ago in the war against the native races of Azeroth and the derivatives left by the Titans.

Although Sargeras could blame his failure on his inability to directly enter the Azeroth planet or the destruction of the portal by the dragon soul, which was created by gathering the power of the entire dragon race, a failure is still a failure.

Sargeras' failure in Azeroth had become the biggest stain in his life since he rebelled against the Pantheon of Titans and formed the Burning Legion. Even today, he has not been able to clear his name.

Not to mention this time, in order to sneak into Azeroth, he had to pretend to be killed by AAegwynn, a small guardian, and then corrupt and devour the soul of AAegwynn's son, Medivh.

For the mighty boss of the Burning Legion, this was an extremely devaluing move.

It can be imagined that even if he won this time with such a method, when he meets his old opponents again, he will be ridiculed to death by his old rival Titans.

No, perhaps since the day of the invasion of ten thousand years ago, which shattered the myth that the Burning Legion was invincible, Sargeras has never been as glorious as he was ten thousand years ago.

This failure was the biggest pain in Sargeras' heart.

Okay, at this moment, Duke was like rubbing salt on an open wound, not to mention it was just a simple matter of pain. It was like forcibly tearing open his scar, flipping it over with a hook, letting the wound be refreshed, then sprinkling some mustard and chili, and finally leaning over to Sargeras' ear to inform him to remember this pain well.

It's like calling a dance troupe to dance in front of Sargeras to celebrate his "Sargeras's 10,000th anniversary of falling flat on his face".

The string of high and mighty titles at the beginning of Duke's speech was just a setup for the following slap in the face!

Not just a slap, but one that swelled Sargeras' face so badly that it made a loud "papapap" sound.

Sargeras abruptly turned around and cast his gaze upon the insignificant speck - young mage Duke Marcus, who he previously paid no attention to.

"You impudent ant! Did I allow you to speak?" Sargeras' terrifying fury soared to the sky, mixed with the boundless pressure that could incinerate the entire planet, transferring from Lothar and crushing down on Duke.

Hearing Duke's attempt to defuse the situation, Lothar felt a little relieved, but then his eyes widened, and his left hand, which was bound to the shield, subconsciously reached out towards Duke.

He realized what Duke was about to face, an endless fear that no underage kid could handle.

Lothar had experienced the storms of life, the loss of his beloved wife, and faced the death of his comrades. His life had been extremely eventful. Even he, with his iron-like mental fortitude, could not predict what would happen if Sargeras' pressure continued.

What would happen if Duke had to face it all?

Lothar could barely imagine.

In his view, young Duke had already done an outstanding job. He successfully used his intelligence and magic to bring him and his men to the presence of Medivh, which not every mage in this world could do.

Just that alone, Lothar thought of Duke as a little hero.

But, Medivh controlled by Sargeras was too frightening, too powerful. Lothar could not even begin to imagine the scene of Duke's courage being pushed to its limits.

However, his outstretched left hand was destined to grab onto nothing and stop nothing.

At this moment, Lothar, Garona, and Sargeras were all stunned. The berserk pressure that should have shattered the mind of any mortal was having no effect on Duke.

No matter how powerful the momentum was, Duke was still leisurely strolling around, and he even calmly squeezed his eyes at Sargeras, extending his pinky finger with his right hand, "Actually, your momentum can be even stronger. My small body can handle it."

What the hell?

What had just happened?

Medivh, possessed by Sargeras, looked utterly bewildered. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that even the most steadfast-willed among them, that tiny, insignificant human named Anduin Lothar, almost knelt before the might of the Demon King. But not Duke. He didn't buy into it.

It wasn't some sort of immunity to mental attacks. It was a bizarre sense of self-confidence that should be built on past achievements.

Yes! Duke believed that he had an absolute psychological advantage over Sargeras.

Sargeras was about to lose it, his eyes filled with fear and rage.

On Duke's excessively youthful face, there was always a full measure of confidence.

It wasn't just the first time he had thought of asking the system's spirit to separate his mind after being terrified, letting external information pass through a relatively empty space, filtered and analyzed before being delayed by a fraction of a second before entering his mind.

And Duke's confidence was really based on his record.

Duke muttered to himself, "Sigh... Should I tell you that I had to team up with both the big and small guilds every week to farm gear, and that I farmed Kil'jaeden and Archimonde a hundred times each?"

Maybe it was just a joke, or maybe it was a psychological tactic, or perhaps Duke firmly believed that "as long as Lothar and Garona were brought before Medivh, history would return to its proper course."

Whether or not others were afraid of Duke, he wasn't afraid anymore. And so he smiled at Sargeras.

Uh, the feeling of showing off in front of a super boss was really exhilarating!

"I've changed my mind, you ant. You go die first!" Sargeras roared.

Just then, Lothar took action. His sword of kings gleamed with brilliant golden light, and the flow of light from his Charge became one.

Medivh, controlled by Sargeras, quickly adjusted his staff and pointed it at Lothar.

At that moment, Duke saw a strange sight. Time seemed to slow down, and every speck of dust, every beam of light, and even everything in the world was moving along a strange trajectory.

The legendary half-orc assassin Garona, who had been hiding her aura and presence all along, finally took action!