The ominous flame faded away, and with it the blinding green light, leaving only the cowering and crumbling candle light in the corner.

With the help of this faint light, you can still clearly see the large scorched black in the center. and, Madison's gloomy side face.

Turning his head slowly, the Guardian cast his emerald gaze into the corner. There, a terrified Khadgar trembled and collapsed to the ground until a powerful palm pressed against his shoulder.

"Relax boy, you're not dead. ”

Using the Shapeshifter to rescue Khadgar from Medivan, Lanlos was not in the slightest bit happy. Because, the burning eyes that stared directly at him, revealed anger and contempt.

"You're really haunted. The Guardian raised his staff.

Suddenly, it was like the Milky Way breaking the stream, and an unstoppable force poured out.

Just as Lanloth watched as the terrifying magic took shape at such an extremely fast pace, a bolt of lightning cut straight through his vision.

Bang!

The loud roar from the collision turned into a substantial impact, and the dust kicked up completely submerged Medivan's position in the blink of an eye. The terrifying momentum made Lanlos subconsciously retreat, and at the same time, he did not forget to protect the young apprentice who was sitting on the ground in the back.

But before they could retreat to safety, a hoarse laugh came from the front, and the smoke and dust around them scattered like frightened beasts, and the picture in the center was clearly reflected in their eyes.

Medivan raised his left hand, and the magic that had been used for attack poured out of it, building a solid translucent shield around him, and the ominous emerald green light flickered, reflecting the greatsword stuck in the shield very strangely.

Surprisingly, Lothar's hand of Quelzaram actually split Medivan's seemingly indestructible mana shield. The sharp blade hovered in midair, allowing Lothar's muscles to erupt, and Quelzaram trembling as he got stuck on his shield, but he couldn't go any further.

"Nice power. With a condescending look of admiration on his face, Madison flicked his wrist and pushed his palm down.

"But that's not enough!"

Rumble!

The emerald green flame nova swelled like a wave, carrying a wave of heat and roaring.

The first time to counterattack and defend, Lothar blocked the big sword in front of him, only to hear a roar, and the huge impact carried him far away. However, it was clearly intentional on his part.

Despite her heavy armor, Lothar still nimbly rolled over in the air, half-crouched to the ground, and exhaled a long breath of turbidity. Taking advantage of the gap, he glanced at his arm, on which irregular scorch marks swirled.

Fortunately, this equipment is very valuable, otherwise, facing the Flame Nova who has been buffed by evil energy, even the legendary physical fitness may not be able to escape with the whole body.

Without much hesitation, or even before the other party could continue to speak sarcastically, Lothar raised his sword again, raised his foot and charged forward. Seeing that this fighter was full of fighting spirit, Medivan had a happy smile on his face, and as his hands continued to change, the vast magic power was summoned, and through his wisdom, it formed one complex and obscure spell array after another.

The warrior is very disadvantaged to fight the mage one-on-one, not to mention the identity of the opponent's guardian. Luckily, Lothar had been friends with Medivan for many years, and he was all too familiar with him.

Stepping suddenly, Lothar cut off his charge and jumped directly with his strength, and at the same time, the floor under his feet bloomed with an inconspicuous glow. There was a loud bang, and clusters of ice rose from the ground, and the sharp tip touched the soles of Lothar's feet in the air.

However, the latter only smiled heartily, and appropriately stepped the moment the ice came into contact with the soles of his feet, and once again borrowed his strength to move forward.

Seeing the old boy flying towards him with angry eyes, Medivan frowned, almost saying a reckless word. However, he is not so idle. Lothar's strength should not be underestimated, and the sword just now gave him a warning, and with Quelzaram present, he may not be able to stop the legendary warrior's all-out jump.

He smiled at the approaching sword......

Boom –

The sheer force even made Lanlos feel a noticeable vibration of the floor beneath his feet.

It is indeed a little unbelievable that a small mortal body can burst out with such amazing power. Even if it is legendary, it is also rare.

Pity...... Lanros, who had already sensed the magic of the flash, shook his head, and instead of paying attention to the area covered by smoke and dust again, he turned his gaze to the young man behind him, who was constantly trembling with blood.

"Khadgar, right?" Lanlos's voice called the young man's attention, "you shouldn't be afraid. ”

"But ......"

"It's okay to be upset, to be sad, or even to be angry, but you shouldn't be afraid. Without giving the other party a chance to refute, Lanlos stared into his eyes and said solemnly, "Now, the one in trouble is Medivan, who is your mentor. ”

"You should think about how you can get him out of that demon's grip, instead of being afraid here. ”

To be honest, Lanlos was still surprised, and Khadgar's performance really made him disagree. You know, in his memory, this young apprentice is the hero who solved all these problems.

Could it be because of me that the original timeline has been disrupted, and this kid hasn't grown up to the courage and courage that he should have at this time?

Looking at the apprentice who bowed his head in shame, Lanlos couldn't help but think so.

What he didn't expect, though, was that he overlooked one thing.

In the canon's history, there is no scene where a group of archmages deal with Medivan. For ulterior reasons, Medivan 'expelled' demons never let Khadgar follow him, and as a result, the apprentice barely saw the true strength of his mentor.

But unlike the Council of Six, Cardrean knows how powerful Kenrito's leader is.

But even so, when they joined forces, they still couldn't help a Medivan. Even, the latter is able to exert his indescribable terrifying power in the midst of heavy encirclement.

Khadgar shuddered at the thought of the big hand that had almost crumpled the griffin into mud.

Without contrast, there is no harm.

"Now, only we can stop him......" Rallothon paused, his eyes flickering as he looked at the two best friends dancing in magic, "No, help him." ”

His eyes widened suddenly, and Khadgar seemed to be enlightened, and his originally dead face finally turned bloody.

Yes, I don't need to fight that unimaginably powerful Guardian, what I need to do is help him, help the weird teacher who taught me the ways of the arcane and talked and laughed with me.

Just like he has always done to me......

One last glance at the boy who had silently stood up, Lanlos nodded, his attention returning to the battle in the center of the hall.

The rampaging Lothar never managed to touch the corner of Medivan's clothes, and finally seized the opportunity to approach from the opponent's side, but was repelled by an instantaneous flame blast.

Due to the failure to protect himself in a hurry, the entire left half of his body suffered a lot of damage. Even in the smoke, some of his red-hot armor could still be seen. The scorching senses prompted him to let out a low roar of pain, scrambling to unbuckle and toss the nearly scrapped armor to the ground.

Despite his quick reaction, there were still several obvious burns on his left arm and chest, the skin and flesh turned out to be faintly burnt, and wisps of green smoke continued to rise from his body.

The black lining fits snugly against the body under the influence of sweat, revealing Lothar's muscular upper body. As he breathed heavily, his strong, well-proportioned muscles rose and fell.

"You're reaching your limit. Medivan was still calm, "Give up, surrender to my power, and you will get more!"

With an ugly smile, Lothar stared at the black-robed wizard and grasped the hilt of her sword again with both hands: "Mad, I know you're here, I know, you're not as fragile as they think......"

Medivan tilted his head slightly, and the emerald flames in his eyes seemed to emit a burst of mockery, mocking Lothar's self-righteousness.

"Just like before. The runes on the body of the Quelsalaam sword bloomed with an imperceptible faint glimmer, "We, fight side by side!"

With the roar of the Lothar Jedi, he lost the restraint of his armor and directly turned into a blurred afterimage, rushing straight towards the other party at an extremely fast speed.

"Self-defeating. With a soft grunt of disdain, Medivin raised the Staff of Etiyesh flat forward. The chaotic and powerful magic gathered again, and the speed at which the spell was formed was noticeably faster than the charge of the legendary warrior.

This time, Lothar didn't hide. With a brighter and brighter glow of magical power, he roared and swung his blade, and there was an irrepressible trace of sadness in his eyes that looked at death as if he were at home. But soon, this grief was replaced by an inexplicable ecstasy.

It wasn't until Lothar raised his greatsword above his head that Medivan could see that something was wrong in his eyes, and the original wanton precklessness on his face vanished in an instant, completely replaced by confusion and dismay.

I saw that at some point, pure purple light shone under his feet, and countless complex and obscure arcane runes were connected by the mana nodes to build a magic circle that just covered Medivan's entire body.

As the surging arcane energy erupted, Medivan was shocked to find that the magic that had been obedient and obedient in his hands had become manic and obedient in an instant. The huge magic power that was out of control did not dissipate, but instead became an accomplice of the circle.

The collision of the two magical forces brought a huge energy impact, and the manic magic swept through the body, instantly sealing the connection between Medivan and the mysterious power that she had always been proud of!

It's only for a moment, but it's enough.

Poof!

The blood rushed into the sky, but it was scattered and disintegrated by the effect of gravity, like a bright red butterfly dancing under the night sky, drifting and falling.

The blade slashed through Medivan's shoulder, reaching his heart, and the scarlet scarlet smeared the floor in an instant, and hot blood splattered on the corner of Lothar's eye, and in an instant, a hot touch slipped from the corner of his eye.

"I'm sorry, Mad......"