Chapter 119: Ladies First

The sky was gloomy, with the silhouette of the mage tower, outer tower, and annex building nearby, but this sky was not the same as the one seen from outside Karazhan.

The distortion of time and space made it possible for people to see only a chaotic haze from the enormous rooftop plaza. Evil energy boiled in the void, like a thick soup being cooked.

Strictly speaking, Prince Malchezaar should not have appeared here. His appearance gave Duke the feeling of "that guy is a time traveler."

Duke scrutinized the huge demon, who was three times his height, and frowned.

This guy, who should have been the final boss in later eras, now looked more like a guard dog summoned by Sargeras. He declared the demon's ownership of this place to every intruder who successfully reached here, representing the power of the demon king, punishing those who displeased his master.

In fact, that was what Prince Malchezaar was doing.

Almost as soon as he glimpsed Duke and Lothar's group, he frowned.

The dark blue demon with three mysterious tentacles on his chin shouted in a loud voice: "Small humans! I don't know how you got here. But since you are here, it proves that either all the trash I arranged in front of you has been defeated, or you have deceived the entire defense system, making it impossible for me to receive any news of the invasion."

Lothar said nothing. He still held the shield in his left hand and flicked his sword with his right hand, then winked at Duke.

Well done!

He didn't say it out loud, but that was the meaning.

Prince Malchezaar stepped forward arrogantly, his huge hooves stepping on the bluestone bricks, making a "sizzle" sound due to the inexplicable high temperature.

"I don't know how you did it, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that you will all die here, and your souls will become my property. Surrender to me, mortals! Otherwise, your souls will suffer eternal torment!" The prince's huge roar echoed throughout the rooftop, and the strange space around him made his voice sound trembling.

Lothar's elite soldiers suddenly trembled. They never lacked courage, but some enemies could not be dealt with by courage alone.

However...

"You farting dog, if your boss Sargeras said these words, he might be able to scare people, but you? You are far from it!" Duke answered.

"I hate this guy, can I kill him?" Garona gave people a clearly restless feeling.

Lothar: "Well, ladies first..."

"..." Duke rolled his eyes.

"..." The elite soldiers pretended to be temporarily deaf.

Duke was momentarily stunned. He hadn't realized before that Lothar wasn't such a great guy after all, letting Garona take the lead like that.

Well, if Duke were in Lothar's shoes, he'd do the same. Garona, with her high agility and speed, was perfectly suited to probe the enemy's defenses.

Okay, Duke wasn't such a great guy either.

Garona was up.

This half-orc woman's fighting power was absolutely top-notch. It's no wonder that these heroes who have entered the realm of Azeroth's "history" are all outstanding individuals, and none of them are mediocre.

For some reason, Duke always felt that Garona's strength had improved by a notch.

Her figure was so fast that it seemed like there were only Garona's afterimages surrounding Prince Malchezaar. If it were just the Rogue's abilities of Sprint and Eviscerate, there wouldn't be such a cool effect.

This was clearly some kind of unique skill that Garona possessed.

Garona's bone dagger wasn't a legendary artifact, but for some reason, it seemed to have been infused with some kind of mystical power, and its attack power had clearly increased.

For a human, the deep and terrifying wounds that erupted on the Prince's body after each flash were truly shocking. Almost every time he moved, the skin that was exposed would have several terrible wounds that were five centimeters deep and half a meter long.

However, for a demon with extremely strong vitality, this was at most just a superficial wound.

"You green-skinned sow! Dare to face me head-on!?" Prince Malchezaar roared in anger.

The next moment, he was in pain as he realized that one of his chin's tendrils, which looked like a little ding-dong, was almost cut off by Garona!

"Ah--How dare you do this to me!?"

Finally, Garona's disgusting high-speed encirclement, which was worse than flies dancing around, had made Prince Malchezaar so annoyed that he could no longer keep up the facade and went all out. With his angry roar, four stone giants wrapped in green flames fell from the sky, protecting the prince from the front, back, left, and right.

Infernal!

No, to be precise, this isn't a genuine 'Felguard.' Genuine Felguards possess intelligence and can move and attack on their own, just like a person. However, Prince Malchezaar's 'Felguard' is nothing more than a humanoid pillar of flame.

Of course, the effect is significant.

The overwhelming power of the flames immediately pushes out in all directions. For a moment, the entire rooftop plaza revolves around the prince, creating four expanding waves of fiery shockwaves that burst outwards.

These shockwaves of flame pose a threat to almost everyone on Lothar's side.

Firstly, Garona couldn't withstand the continuous barrage of fiery waves and was forced to somersault and backflip out of harm's way.

Secondly, Lothar clearly possessed some sort of magical item with protective elements, possibly intended to be used against Medivh. When the shockwaves of flame reached Lothar, the power of the flame element automatically dissipated and turned into a slightly more intense wind that could only blow Lothar's hair, which could have been used in a shampoo commercial, but had no actual impact.

Thirdly, Duke's body was surrounded by an illusory ice shield that defended against the oncoming heat.

But for the average Stormwind soldier, the area covered by these four shockwaves became an unsurpassable death trap.

This isn't a power that ordinary people can easily counter. The elite soldiers who had just dispersed in preparation for battle were hit the hardest. The elite soldier closest to the prince was the first to fall, and a regular shield could defend against arrows and swords, but it was absolutely useless against flames.

The first person to bear the brunt of the attack not only got knocked back by the rolling flames, but also dragged another soldier who tried to grab him. Everywhere you looked, people were thrown and tumbling, and flames of varying sizes were burning on almost everyone.

The screams of terror echoed in the air!

"Retreat! Put out the flames!" Lothar's expression was grim. This not only meant that the three of them would have to take on the battle alone, but it also meant that these soldiers might not be useful in the battle against Medivh later on. The opponent's strength had already far exceeded their expectations.