The giant sword stabbed down with a thunderous momentum, and the barrier of holy light suddenly emitted a tooth-aching sound, and finally, under Sargeras's 'unremitting efforts', the turtle shell that Ren Fan was proud of was smashed through!

Evil energy and arcane magic emitted a dazzling burst of light, and the sharp blade of the sword stuck on the half-destroyed barrier, and the blade like a flame seemed to want to devour Ren Fan alive.

"Lothar, it's now!"

Dragging his tired body, Lothar charged. The previous full blow made him almost lose his ability to fight, but he still did not hesitate, for the glory of the Arathso Empire, for the dignity of the Arathi bloodline, he launched a charge behind Sargeras.

Even though he was seriously injured, Lothar's figure was as tall as ever. Pulling out the Great Royal Sword, the vigorous movement caused Lothar's wounds, which had been healed for most of the time under the Holy Light, to begin to crumble again. Like a bloody demon god, Lothar resolutely stabbed his sword......

But every what uses.

The magic sword was drawn from Ren Fan's barrier, and without even looking back, Sargeras smashed his sword into Lothar's body. Turning around, looking angrily at the ant that had repeatedly provoked him, Sargeras was no longer willing to play with them. With his hands raised in the air like a guillotine, Sargeras aimed his sword at Lothar's neck.

At this time, he felt that someone suddenly grabbed his feet violently......

"Dirty idiot!"

Sargeras would not be stumbled upon by such a clumsy technique, and in order to touch Sargeras's body, Ren Fan even closed his amulet-like barrier of holy light. Just a slight twist of his ankle, Ren Fan's hand was trampled under Sargeras somehow. Ten fingers connected to the heart, as if the pain of breaking came, Ren Fan couldn't help but wail. At the sound of this, Sargeras finally showed a smug smile, as if listening to the most beautiful music, he closed his eyes slightly, and his feet crushed heavily.

"Ahh Ren Fan's forehead was soaked with cold sweat, as if he was reaching out to pull his right hand, he struggled to stretch out his left hand. Suddenly, he jerked his left wrist, and the muzzle of a black hole met Sargeras's door.

With a thud, the bullet flew out. Even Sargeras didn't expect Ren Fan to have such a hand. In a panic, he hurriedly condensed the three shields into a huge barrier, narrowly and dangerously, blocking the bullet that was fired at his head.

Although he has the power of a god, his body is still just a mortal.

But before he could let go of his breath, a dark wind came from behind him. The shield had been fully mobilized in front of him, and the body's agility was not enough to dodge the blow. With a thought in his mind, he just wanted to dodge, but found that at this moment, the arcane who had already surrendered refused to obey his orders.

"Medivan !!!!"

Roaring angrily, Sargeras did his best to dodge the killer blow of the mage apprentice behind him. The ornate robe was cut open by the dagger, and a trace of blood oozed slightly. With his arm like a meteor hammer, Sargeras slammed Kader to the side. Wiping the wound on his waist with his hand, he was furious, raised his arms high, and the terrifying energy began to gather. But then, he was surprised to find that his body began to stiffen.

"What did you do!"

"It's just a little condiment......" Ignoring the injury in his right hand, Ren Fan struggled to stand up. Finally, a relieved smile appeared on his face. It wasn't a long battle, as if it had exhausted the last of his physical strength. Trembling, he slowly walked towards Sargeras.

"A little trick, just a mortal trick. Sadly, 'great' Sargeras, you have fallen to the hands of our ant-like mortals. ”

Ren Fan's dagger is the last guarantee he relies on to save his life, or rather, to break it. The entire blade of the dagger was smeared with a huge amount of smear, and when the blood was sealed, ordinary people only needed a breath to die. Although Sargeras is extremely strong, his body is Medivan's, and he is a mortal. Even if the Guardian of Tirisfa was already at the top of the human race, he could only be helpless in the face of such a poison that even the Holy Light could not cure.

"You will initially feel numb, breathless, and blood flow will slow down. Immediately, there is a lack of oxygen and a loss of vision. Rest assured, it's all going to be quick, but, unfortunately, I'm not going to let you go so easily. ”

Between the intact left hand, the surging holy light surged like a tide. Condensing the last strength of his whole body, Ren Fan knelt down on one knee in front of Sargeras, pressed one hand on his forehead, and showed a proud and relieved smile on his face:

"Go back to the Twisted Void, demon!"

The intense light frantically devoured the evil energy and the presence of the souls of Sargeras. Medivan's body had become translucent because of the deadly light. Sargeras let out a scream of pain, and he had endured it again for years and for some time. The burning of his soul made him feel a trance, and suddenly, he seemed to see the formatted and hypocritical smiles on the faces of his colleagues who had been stereotypical dogma in the Pantheon. And among these smiling faces, suddenly, he found that there were one or two smiling faces, which seemed to be extraordinarily sincere......

The violent energy blast rolled up a whistling whirlwind, centered on the two of them, and a piercing light burst out. The already overwhelmed Karazan magic system was completely destroyed, and in the upwind path, the jungle, which had been tormented by evil energy, suddenly seemed to be revitalized.

The Orc Overseer looked up, squinting slightly, at the dazzling shockwave in the distance. Suddenly, he thought of the two admirable human warriors in the past. And in his heart, there was also a trace of enlightenment.

In the distant dark door, the old orc, shrouded in ominous clouds, screamed and suddenly lost consciousness. The camp panicked, and a somewhat out of place brown-skinned orc burst into flames before his eyes. Gripping the hammer in his hand, he faced his fate without hesitation.

At the same time, the alliance defeated the Red Ridge Mountain......

The vast amount of light healed the wounds of the crowd and dispelled the haze of fear. Looking at her hands in disbelief, Lothar stood up and walked towards Medivan, her former best friend, through the weakness of her soul.

At this time, Medivan still had a little fluorescence on his body. With a ruddy face and a kind smile, he looked like a saint walking out of a picture. The Light smoothed Sargeras's soul and replenished his life force. But he knew he didn't have much time left.

And even if he had the opportunity, he didn't want to be burdened with stigma and remain in this world.

Struggling to get up from the ground, Medivan held the Staff of the Guardian, his body trembling like a weak old man. Nodding at Ren Fan gratefully, he took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Lothar, my old friend, I'm sorry. I have seen the harm I have done to the world...... Next, Azeroth, you have to save ...... alone."

Lothar's eyes were red, and at this time, he desperately hoped that Ren Fan, the miraculous priest, would save Medivan and save his best friend. But he was well aware that he could not do that.

Medivan, must die!

"My apprentice, you're doing a great job." Turning his head, Mediven took Khadgar's hand with an approving smile on his face: "I am honored to announce that you are now an official mage!" ”

Placing the Staff of Legend in his hand into Khadgar's hand, Medivan staggered, but reached out to refuse the support of those around her.

"My apprentice, I can't give too much. This power is both an honor and a responsibility. I hope you can take advantage of it and don't go down my old path. For the sake of our world, my friends, never lose faith and courage. You are the future of this world! ”

Reach out your finger and lightly tap it on Khadgar's eyebrows. A delightful pale blue glow slowly dipped from his fingers onto Khadgar's forehead. And with the transmission of power, Khadgar's body visibly changed. The originally youthful face became flabby and wrinkled. His handsome blonde hair turned snow-white, and his originally stiff waist was slightly rickety. However, neither Medivan nor Khadgar seemed to be too alarmed. Slowly retracting his finger and smiling slightly, Medivin hesitated for a moment, and finally said with a little jokingness:

"Khadgar, I have to say, you're the most gifted mage apprentice I've ever met."

"But I have the best teacher in the world!"

Smiling faintly at the apprentice's pat, he turned around and walked to the only window in the room. Pushing open the window, facing the rising sun, and stretching out his arms, Medivan seemed to want to blend in with this light. After a moment's hesitation, Khadgar suddenly spoke:

"Teacher, won't you say a few words to Garona again?"

"Well, no, after all, I forced her to ...... at the beginning"

Somehow, Ren Fan suddenly felt that this figure was extraordinarily ...... at this moment Real man......

The sun walked out of the ridge, and a dazzling light pierced everyone's eyeballs, making people can't help but be at a loss. When he opened his eyes again, Medivan had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the ornate robe to collapse to the ground, like a burned dead ash.

"Medivan, the great traitor, has left us today, forever!"