Chapter 121: Medivh Appears

For Duke, the strength of those who entered the hero realm in Azeroth was always a big question mark.

Looking solely at physical strength, agility, and vitality, Lothar didn't surpass a human. However, with the support of the unique warrior's "rage" power, Lothar performed a series of incredible actions.

Normal charges and the warrior's "charge" were completely different concepts. Although the warrior's "charge" could only be used once in a battle, its powerful impact was invaluable.

Duke had never seen Lothar's "charge" before.

It should be said that Lothar didn't even use his full strength against the Satyr before.

Lothar's military boots made a "sizzle" sound as he rushed forward, and in the next instant, he turned into a stream of light, crossing a distance of more than 10 meters between him and Prince Malchezaar. According to the normal human charge, Lothar would only have charged to the prince's feet, but Lothar's "charge" unreasonably charged into mid-air.

"You..." Prince Malchezaar's words came to an abrupt halt because he saw a shield that was not very big, but enough to cover his ugly face, suddenly enlarging in his field of vision.

"Bang!" A "Shield Slam" hit him on the head, directly knocking the prince into a state of confusion. The strong impact hit the bridge of his nose, causing an indescribable sour and painful feeling, almost making him burst into tears.

This was not the end.

The chin-tentacle that looked like a small male member and almost got cut off by Garona just now, was now really cut off by Lothar!

Garona's pot was handed over to Lothar on purpose!

The hatred created by Garona was perfectly inherited by Lothar.

Duke had heard an unreliable legend that the males of the Eredar race considered the three chin-tentacles to be as precious as their little brothers. Whether this legend was reliable or not, and whether it was made up by some unscrupulous author, was unknown. But after Lothar directly cut off the tentacle with the "Sword of Kings", it didn't matter.

Prince Malchezaar was angry!

Really angry.

"Die, human!" He wasn't knocked down by Lothar's charge or Shield Slam. Prince Malchezaar displayed the powerful physical quality of the Eredar race. His body, which had been thrown backward by the heavy blow, was suddenly rebounded by his strong waist and abdomen muscles, just like a spring. His huge fist, which was bigger than a calf, fell heavily.

Fast and fierce!

This was a common problem for humans when fighting giants - the huge difference in size made it difficult for humans to withstand the non-human strength of such attacks. In the face of this kind of terrifying power gap that cannot be compensated for by training, they are instantly crushed and killed.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

On the face of this high-level demon, there was an unmistakable look of surprise: "How is this possible!?"

In Prince Malchezaar's eyes, Lothar, clad in heavy armor that added nothing to the demons but weight, was nothing more than a piece of delicious meat on a butcher's block, ready to be carved up at will.

But Lothar flew.

Not figuratively, but literally. With a kick, he soared more than two meters into the air, his sword aimed at the ugly face of the prince, who was completely caught off guard.

Only then did the prince see the two mage hands that had been supporting Lothar in mid-air. It was these magical hands, constructed of arcane energy, that had become Lothar's fulcrum, allowing him to perform acrobatic feats that were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The King's sword burst into a dazzling golden light the moment it pierced Malchezaar's skull.

Two golden wings seemed to burst into flames on the armor on Lothar's back, tearing through the chaotic void above Karazhan and creating an additional passage between the world of Azeroth and the realm of the stars.

This passage emitted a sparkling golden light.

On the sword, a holy golden storm blew, causing Lothar's charming long hair to flutter and making this future lion of Stormwind even more charismatic.

At some point, Garona, who should have been rushing forward to attack, had stopped in her tracks.

Standing on top of the giant demon's head, which was at least six meters tall, Lothar's expression was calm, with a taste of being out of this world. He seemed to be sensing something, savoring something, or perhaps listening to a melodious bell chime from a distant tower.

Not just seeming to, in that moment, even Duke heard the sound of metal clashing coming from above.

Suddenly looking up, Duke realized that he had entered a strange moment in history.

Ever since he came to this world...

Millions of voices had been singing his legend, every second had seen thousands of wills swearing to inherit his ideals.

As if in response to Lothar's golden wings, a phantom figure appeared in the golden mist floating above the battlefield, a vague and elusive figure of a knight, with a gaze fixed on Lothar.

No, not just Lothar, he was also watching over all of humanity.

Yes!

The only imperial crown on his head confirmed his identity - Emperor Thoradin, the only emperor recognized by the seven human kingdoms in the history of Azeroth.

His gaze fell on the sword in Lothar's hands, piercing the demon's skull. He smiled, a gesture of approval.

"Those who fight for humanity shall receive my protection!"

After murmuring these words softly, Emperor Thoradin disappeared.

In the next instant, Lothar's sword emitted a brilliant light.

Prince Malchezaar's gigantic blue body seemed to crumble into dust from the moment the sword pierced his forehead, vanishing in a blaze of golden light.

Duke gaped in astonishment. He never thought that Malchezaar would pose any problem for him, Lothar, and Garona as a team. Yet Lothar's ultimate move obliterated the Prince who served as the final boss in Karazhan in the future.

Isn't this a bit exaggerated?

The Prince's figure vanished, and Lothar gracefully descended like an eagle striking its prey, his metal boots clashing against the cobblestone ground with a clear ring.

There was no joy of victory on Lothar's face, but a solemn expression as if facing a great enemy. Not just him, but Duke and Garona wore the same expression.

"Come out, old friend, I can feel your presence."

"Hehehe!" With a chuckle, the scene around them suddenly transformed, and for some reason, they found themselves inside the workshop of Medivh in Karazhan.

In the center of the three stood Medivh, the super boss who directed the Dark Portal event!