Sargeras was a proud man.

When he was a Titan, both evil and shadows crawled at his feet, trembling like quail.

When he was a demon, the Titan gods, who had created all things, were turned to dust, and countless 'perfect' worlds were reduced to flames.

He had not experienced any failures except in Azeroth, a place with bad feng shui.

In his heart, Sargeras is disdainful of humans. Although he was defeated, and more than once......

But Sargeras is a bit of a second, but he's not an idiot. The reason why he dared to fly in front of Lothar and the others was because he could feel the weakness of these people's strength. Except for the strange user of the Light, no one could even withstand his full force. Such a miscellaneous fish, if he does his best, is an insult to his identity.

What's more, Medivan's soul is always restless and wants to make big news. In this way, he hopes to completely destroy Medivan's will. And he can take advantage of this opportunity to completely control this not too good carrier.

After withstanding a heavy blow, the shield on Lothar's arm was already corroded by evil energy. And his arm was also injured by the huge impact. Fortunately, Ren Fan's existence allowed him to avoid losing his combat effectiveness. With a healing blow, the originally shattered bones were instantly restored. Lothar felt as if she had been soaked in a hot spring, and any trace of fatigue that had remained in her body was gone.

After rolling twice on the ground, Garona hurriedly disappeared into the shadows. Gathering her breath, she transformed into a female leopard that hunted for food, waiting for the best time to strike. Lothar threw away her useless shield, clutched the Great Royal Sword tightly in both hands, and stared at her former best friend's eyes, waiting for an opportunity to move.

As if deliberately waiting for everyone to get ready, Sargeras sat motionless on the evil seat with a smile on his face like a boss in a dungeon. As if he didn't feel that the staff in his hand was very comfortable, he casually threw the staff of the guardian into the spatial ring, and then took out a gorgeous greatsword, measured it in his hand, and then erected it next to his seat.

got rid of the disgusting worms on his body, but Ren Fan's mood was not much better. Sargeras is too strong! Arcane and evil powers, two energies that could not have coexisted in symbiosis, were at his fingertips. Ren Fan didn't know how this group of guys in history killed Sargeras, at least now, even if he had gone all the way to the final stage, Ren Fan didn't have a clue.

Lothar charged at Sargeras, who was disapproving in the face of the legendary warrior. Unhurriedly picked up the big sword on the side, like a dragonfly touching water, the tip of the sword lightly touched the great royal sword of Lothar, and Lothar's thunderous charge disappeared like a ragged sand castle.

Sticking out his foot and hooking it very casually, Lothar, who was dragged out of the direction, instantly lost his balance and staggered and almost fell to the ground. Turning around in embarrassment, even if she was as proud as Lothar, she couldn't help but feel a little fear. As a fighter, he knew exactly what the blow just now meant. His own charge can be said to have reached the limit. And the opponent is like a leisurely stroll, which can only explain one point:

The gap between the strength of himself and this person has reached a point of despair.

Sargeras's strength is not in his strength.

Possessed by Medivan, he inherited the Guardian's powerful magical prowess, as well as his weak body.

The current Sargeras, in fact, is not as strong as even the weakest creeps in the team. But after tens of millions of years of conquest, as the god of war of the Titans, Sargeras has accumulated practical combat experience that is far from what anyone present can imagine. Even if he held a straw in his hand, no one could break through his defenses.

What's more, he still has the invincible blade of arcane in his hand!

Now, Ren Fan has no choice. He wasn't a smart man, and under these conditions, even racking his brains couldn't find any workable way to stop the demon king. There was no way, he could only make a desperate bet and pin his hopes on the strong inertia of history. He pulled out the long-hidden dagger from his boot and solemnly slapped it on Khadgar's hand. Without too many words, he didn't dare to say more, and Sargeras learned of his final plan.

At this point, the situation became even more critical.

Lothar is no longer young, he is no longer the invincible warrior who slaughtered countless trolls with Ryan and Medivan. When the technique is completely suppressed, all he can use is the strength that is still strong. But this kind of play is the most physically demanding.

Now Lothar is physically exhausted.

Sargeras held the greatsword in his hand, and his hands swung into a snow-colored streamer. His strength is not great, but every time, the blade in his hand can hit the most uncomfortable place for Lothar, dissipate his power, defuse his attack, and even leave a non-fatal, but extremely vicious scar on his body.

"This is the last bloodline of the legendary kingdom of Alatho, what a pity for me! IMHO, you're too weak! Any demon in the Burning Legion is stronger than you! Even the older evil imps are much stronger than you! I don't know why you still choose to live in this world to deceive the world and steal your name, if it were me, I would rather end my life than shame my ancestors! ”

"Shut up, despicable demon!" Lothar gritted her teeth and roared, her face turning red and her eyes bloodshot with rage. The Arathi bloodline was the most important thing he guarded, and even Ryan and Medivan didn't dare to joke too much about it. And now, Sargeras has touched his scales, and even if he loses both, he wants to make this bastard feel his wrath.

And that's what Sargeras wants.

Sensing that something was wrong, Garona gave up looking for a chance to make a move, but as soon as she rushed out of the shadows, Sargeras, who had long felt her presence, didn't even look back, and threw out a series of magic. This time he had learned his lesson, and in order to prevent Medivin from continuing to get in the way, he had opted for a wide range of control spells. A blizzard with a bitter cold wind appeared out of thin air, enveloping half of the hall. Without even having time to react, Garona and the two hapless soldiers were set inside and became ice sculptures.

"No, this goes on, Sir Lothar......" Khadgar's eyes flashed with anxiety, but he knew that now was not the time to make his own move. His spells are too weak, and a single spell counter from the teacher can burn his brain to eight maturity. But if he doesn't do it, Lothar is afraid that he will be poisoned soon. Turning around, behind him, he looked at his commander as if he were a helpless child, and none of the soldiers had the courage to move forward. And the spells that Sargeras secretly arranged only intensified their fears, and the spells that were not very effective for people with strong wills such as Ren Fan and Khadgar were exerted to the limit at this time. Even raising your head and looking at that terrifying figure can make these soldiers break their hearts.

Taking a deep breath, he had no choice. Reciting a mantra in his mind, Khadgar prepared to take a desperate gamble. At this moment, Ren Fan held down his hand.

"Now is not the time for you to play." After looking heavily at the dagger in Khadgar's hand, Ren Fan then turned his head and shouted loudly at the so-called elites:

"I need cover, who's coming!"