"Ahh

Although he blocked the door with his hand for the first time, the scorching energy instantly incinerated a large piece of flesh and blood on it. The chaotic magic that scattered and rushed was constantly licking Sargeras's body, and his skin, flesh and blood, and even bones and soul were gradually disintegrated and destroyed under the impact of his eyes.

However, although Sargeras borrowed a mortal body, don't forget that the owner of this body is Medivan.

With the help of that power from the top of the Titans and mortals, he was not killed in an instant by the Eye Ridge like Lanloth's previous enemies. The energy blast continued to destroy his body, but it could not shake his will.

Even the ice created by the archmages melted under this force, the gravitational field quietly dissolved, and the chains also burned red and melted......

But it still didn't bring him destruction.

The magic of destruction shattered Nochong's silence spell, so that Sargeras's power gradually returned, mending the wounds inflicted on his body. Everyone could see that the strength of the eye was not enough to overwhelm Sargeras's recovery.

Soon, the dazzling light gradually dissipated, and Lanloth, who had broken away from the demonic transformation, fell in response. Although he covered it for the first time, the constantly flickering green sparks and terrifying scorch marks on his face were still deeply imprinted in everyone's eyes.

Enduring the pain in his heart, Lanloth gripped Edrúin tightly, and the light slowly shone on his fingertips.

Opposite, the soot-engulfed heartland was eerily quiet.

Did it work?

Everyone held their breath.

Soon, however, a series of desperate sighs echoed through the observatory.

The smoke and dust gradually cleared, and the pair of high-spirited demon horns first became clear in everyone's eyes, followed by the sturdy body. Immaculate, without the slightest flaw.

The only thing that didn't happen was the unremarkable metal sword that pierced his chest from behind.

Wait, longsword?

The archmages stared blankly at Sargeras's back, and at some point, Khadgar's trembling hands clenched the longsword, the sharp blade piercing Sargeras's back and piercing through the beating heart.

The gushing blood pooled on the floor, and the exhausted Sargeras fell to his knees with his legs weakened. At the same time, the terrifying aura became weaker and weaker, and the stout body was like a leaky balloon, drying down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Watching the familiar and fragile body fall backwards, Khadgar didn't want to let go of his sword, and hugged Medivan's body.

"Teacher ......"

The trembling voice contained fear and unease, as well as a hint of anticipation and joy.

Hearing the call, the ragged man struggled to look up and met the young apprentice's eyes. The next moment, the latter's eyes suddenly revealed endless fear.

Those hazy eyes bloomed with emerald green sparkle again!

"I, curse you!"

"Ahh

Medivan's fingers were embedded deep in Khadgar's arm, and the terrifying magic of chaos tore at his soul, and the endless pain instantly overwhelmed him.

"Khadgar!"

Two different voices sounded in no particular order, only to hear a piercing sword roar, Medivan's arms were cut off in response, and the wave of qi set off by the big sword made him roll out directly.

Ignoring the blood splashed on her face, Lothar gasped for breath and stared at Medivan's position until the latter was no longer silent.

"Khadgar, can you hear me?"

Almost as soon as he repelled Medivan, Garona came to Khadgar's side, holding the young man corrupted by evil powers, and calling out the other man's name.

As the ominous light dissipated, both of them looked horrified at the same time.

The young man curled up in the arms of the orc, his loose robes not hiding the bony body underneath. The dry skin is saggy, and the original black and shiny hair is large and gray, and it is sparsely draped over the shoulders.

What's even more worrying is that those eyes are full of exhaustion and weakness.

He survived, but, no one rejoiced. While everyone was in silent mourning for the young man's old age, Lanlos, who had been healed by the Holy Light, put on a robe and stood up.

Looking at the battlefield that had fallen silent, an unknown strange light flashed in his eyes.

He wasn't surprised at all by this ending, this was the destined ending, and it was also the ending he hoped to achieve the most.

In fact, if he had done nothing, there was a high chance that Khadgar would have stabbed the sword into Medivan's heart.

Seeing this, some people may ask, why did Lanlos still go to great lengths to kill Medivan with his own hands and change all this?

Is it the greed for the power of Sargeras, is it the yearning for fame?

If it were that simple, it couldn't be better......

Not to mention the union of Kenrito and Quel'Thalas, the price he paid for it was enough to make the ghosts of all the members of the Council of Tirisfa who died tragically seek his life.

Even, he did not hesitate to risk his life to contact Ravenhold, and finally won the support of Jorazi. The legendary Stalker and Garona were placed on the outskirts of Karazan to invade the Tower of the Guardians and use Kenrito's magic items to temporarily ban Karazan's source of magic while Khadgar lured Medivan away.

In this way, when he pursues Medivan to Karazhan after Kenrito's miss, he can launch a deadly counterattack at the critical moment when he tries to open the astral passage between Azeroth and Draenor.

He succeeded, even, he was convinced that he had killed Sargeras.

But the facts ......

Fortunately, he had a back hand, and Khadgar, who received the summons, summoned the archmages thousands of miles away in time.

As for seizing Sargeras's power, it was only to borrow the soul harvest to save his life, and he was not arrogant enough to covet the power of the Dark Titan.

However, there was one thing he couldn't figure out, until Khadgar delivered the final blow and was momentarily old by a dying man's counterattack, that he finally established a fact.

They're here!

The cold wind poured in from the gap in the dome, quietly rolling up a wisp of fine sand and drifting slowly in the air without attracting anyone's attention.

Whew——

"Finally, it's over. Repeatedly confirming Medivan's fall, Carré let out a long sigh and reached out to cover the Guardian's cold body with a cloak that appeared out of thin air.

"Nope. With the sound of the blade grinding on the floor, Lothar slowly got up and put it back behind his back, "The orcs are still on our land, and this matter is not over yet." ”

Facing the other party's hopeful gaze, Antonidas lowered his eyes: "I'm sorry, the impact of Medivan's death on Dalaran is too great, and Kenrito may not be able to provide support." ”

"But you ......"

Lothar swept around, and what he meant was naturally self-evident.

As long as these archmages can join the battle together, those orcs in the dark swamp are not vulnerable at all!

But......

Eyes slowly swept over the faces of several people, Crassus of the Red Dragon Legion, Kael'thas of Quel'Salas, Nochong, and the Blue Dragon representative Carre...... Antonidas smiled bitterly.

Lothar is a human spirit, one expression, one look, and there is no need to say anything more.

"The fall of the Guardian has brought great turmoil to the web, and Mordra and Dredden are not good at dealing with such urgent matters, as for Kel'thugad...... Dalaran needs us, Archmage. Crassus stepped forward and spoke softly in a voice small but just enough for everyone to hear.

Unwilling to bear Lothar's disappointed gaze, Antonidas nodded almost without much thought, and after leaving the other party with a helpless and apologetic look at the end, he raised his staff.

Seeing that the teleportation magic was gradually taking effect, Carré hurriedly walked towards Khadgar's position, but just as he was about to reach out and touch the other party's body, a sharp blade came into the air.

"This ...... Miss. Dodging Garona's warning, Karley calmly explained, "Khadgar is in a bad state, and trust me, we have what it takes to help him." ”

"No, he's not a coward. ”

Facing the eyes of the twin people, Kalei hesitated for a long time, and after knowing that he was powerless to persuade, he turned his head to look at the elven mage who was distracted not far away.

Sensing a scorching gaze, Lanlos finally came back to his senses. Glancing at Garona, who was clutching Khadgar, he shook his head at Karre.

"If you need anything, please let us know immediately. Taking a blue crystal from his bosom and handing it to the other party, Carré said sincerely. Clearly, he really wanted to help Khadgar.

But what happened to Garona made her unable to trust anyone, and in the face of these powerful beings who joined forces to defeat Medivan, she had no mind to react except to grab the dagger in her hand.

Of course, Carré couldn't understand the mortal psychology of this kind of mortal who had suffered countless tragic pasts, and with an embarrassed smile, he had to put the communication crystal on the ground and turned to Antonidas, who had finished casting the spell.

The magic dissipated, and the archmages disappeared into the space, and the empty hall became more and more depressed.

"Archmages, are you leaving?" Perhaps under the influence of the magic surge, Khadgar, who was unconscious, slowly opened his eyes, and his old voice sounded weak and tired.

"Yes. A sigh containing indescribable helplessness and haggardness, Lothar was silent for a while before suppressing her extremely complicated feelings, "Since you're okay, I should leave too, Ryan still needs me." ”

"Wait. Hearing the sound of footsteps fading away, Khadgar quickly struggled to sit up, "I can help you." ”

"You'd better take care of yourself first. ”

"No, that's not what I meant. Taking a deep breath, the old apprentice finally held his breath, "It was the teacher's request." ”

Lifting her feet in the air, Lothar turned her head in disbelief, only to see the gray-haired Khadgar standing with the Staff of Etiyès. On the wooden staff, the eyes of the crow sculpture shone with a dim glow that could not be ignored.

I said. In the gloomy corner, a buzz suddenly echoed, and a swirl of brownish-green streamers illuminated the angular side of Lanloth's face, and that very strange smile, "If you don't hurry, I'll be one step ahead." ”

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