"No!"

Saw Lothar's body slowly falling. Khadgar, the usually taciturn mage, suddenly roared heartbreakingly.

He waved the staff in his hand and unleashed a fiery tongue spell that scorched several orc warriors in front of him. He walked through the crowd of people on the battlefield, and his legs went limp, and he fell directly to his cold body.

This cold body once belonged to his hero, his best friend, the proud marshal of Stormwind......

"Khadgar. ”

"Huh?"

"Will you join me in pacifying this continent and letting the banner of the Stormwind Kingdom fly in every cape of Azeroth?"

"Lo... Lord Lothar!"

"Why? Don't you believe me?"

"No... I believe in you!"

I'm sure you...

To this day, I still believe in you...

I remember how high-spirited you were when you first uttered this bold statement. And as your dear friend, I have always believed in and supported your dreams, even when you are blinded by hatred......

But just as we were about to banish these abominable invaders and restore the kingdom of Stormwind, you ......

Khadgar felt Lothar's body tremble slightly. Overjoyed by this discovery, he softly called out Lothar's name and shook Lothar's body in an attempt to awaken him.

And the Alliance soldiers beside Khadgar also consciously surrounded him, and dozens of Alliance soldiers formed a formation with each other, forming a circle of human walls, isolating Khadgar from Lothar.

"Card... Khadgar, is... It's you... Are you?" Lothar lay in Khadgar's arms, struggling to get the words out of her throat, her voice weak and low.

Seeing Lothar wake up, Khadgar's expression suddenly became excited. He set the staff aside and shook Lothar's body excitedly with both hands, "Yes, Lord Lothar, it's me, Khadgar!"

At this time, he suddenly hated that he was not a priest and could not use the Holy Light Spell to heal Lord Lothar's injuries......

The weakened and dying Lion of Azeroth squirmed his lips with difficulty, and his once high-pitched voice became inaudible. When Khadgar leaned in to hear what Lothar was saying, his pupils constricted, as if he had heard something incredible.

He thought that the Marshal of Stormwind City, who was famous in the continent, would have a trace of unwillingness in the final stage of his life, and perhaps a trace of resentment towards the orcs. He may speak boldly or sadly.

But what he didn't expect was that Lothar just said, "I... Too... Glad... It's over!"

What the!?

"I... Too... Glad... Finish. ”

Just as Khadgar was stunned, Lothar spoke again. Every word he uttered was accompanied by a violent cough, and Khadgar needed to lean in close to listen.

"I... Finally... From... Hatred... Target... Whirlpool... Middle... Untie... Take it off!" Lothar's face turned pale, but the corners of her mouth hooked into a weak smile. Even Khadgar, the chief mage of the court closest to him, couldn't remember the last time he had seen his smile.

Death may be a relief for him...

He no longer has to bear the fate of revenge in the Stormwind Kingdom, nor does he have to be blinded by hatred and lose his nature. At this moment, Khadgar seems to see the former "Lion of Azeroth" return!

The dying Lothar tilted her head with difficulty, and at the same time stretched out her right hand, as if trying to get something. Khadgar looked in the direction of his right hand, and the shattered Blade of the Wild Lion was lying quietly on the grass not far away, losing its former luster.

"Bring that weapon quickly. Khadgar roared as he pointed to the Blade of the Wild Lion not far away.

When an Alliance soldier received the order, he gently picked up the tarnished hilt and held it in front of Khadgar, who in turn handed it to his master.

Lothar shuddered as he took the hilt of his sword, trying to regain his grip on the greatsword that had been with him for decades. It once fought alongside him and witnessed the rise of the Kingdom of Stormwind. But he was also defeated with him and witnessed the fall of a dynasty.

The weakened Lothar could no longer hold on to it at this point, so he had to caress the broken blade of the sword, as if he was loving his beloved child.

"It's... Segment... Time, I... I'm ashamed... Everyone, because... I... Heart... Enmity... Hate... Angry, I... Unable... Control... It!" Lothar closed her eyes and said with a hint of repentance in her tone.

This dying man, tormented by hatred, seems to have found inner peace at this moment......

Lothar then struggled to return the hilt of the Lionblade to Khadgar's hand. He snapped open his eyes and met Khadgar's, "Put... It... To... Tile... Ryan, help... I... With him... Say... Sound... Sorry, in the future... Violent... The Kingdom of the Winds... Target... Glory, just... Want... Depend on... He... One shoulder... I took it..."

"Lord Lothar..."

Khadgar's eyes moistened...

He wanted to say something, but what he wanted to say was always stuck in his throat.

"Finally, help me... To give... Lordan... Lun... That... Small... Prince... Bring a... At this point, Lothar suddenly coughed violently, and his saliva was mixed with blood.

But his eyes were still resolute, staring at Khadgar, and he said word by word: "It must be... Want... Tell... He, thousand... Ten thousand... No... By... Low self-esteem, vanity... And... Hatred... Place... driven..."

"Only... Do... Good... A... Heir... Jun, should... Should... Do... Affair... Love, that... What... He just... No... Negative... Subject... Trust!"

"I remember, Lord Lothar—" Khadgar frowned slightly, her face sad.

With that last sentence, Lothar smiled and closed her eyes again. In Khadgar's frightened eyes, his right hand hung limply. Blood stained his golden lion armor, and the once male lion of Azeroth had fallen......

This battle will surely be remembered by the people on the mainland!