Chapter 124 Confident Confidence

At this time, Duke's clear voice came from behind Sargeras:

"Fallen Titan, Destroyer of Worlds, Lord of the Burning Legion, Great King of Demons, you are old and forgetful, have you forgotten your fiasco in Azeroth thousands of years ago? When I was the son of Aegwynn, I accidentally fell to be mentally retarded at birth? I really don’t know how the invincibility in your mouth came about.”

About 25,000 years ago, Sargeras betrayed the Pantheon council formed by the creation titans, created the Burning Legion, and began his Burning Crusade. After accepting the two powerful thugs Kil'jaeden and Archimonde of the Eredar Demon Race, Sargeras went smoothly for the next 15,000 years, winning every battle.

However, 10,000 years ago, they were defeated by the original race of Azeroth and the derivative species of the experimental creation left by the Titans in the war of invading the planet Azeroth.

Although Sargeras could attribute that failure to the fact that his power could not directly descend on the planet Azeroth, or that the dragon soul made by gathering the power of the entire dragon clan destroyed the portal, but failure is failure.

The failure in Azeroth has become the biggest stain in his life since he rebelled from the Pantheon and came out of Standing Hill, and it still hasn't been washed away.

Not to mention that in order to sneak into Azeroth this time, he did not hesitate to pretend to be killed by the little guardian Aegwynn, and then corrupt and devour the soul of Aegwynn's son Medivh.

For the dignified boss of the Burning Legion, this must be said to be a very worthless thing.

It is conceivable that even if he wins this time because of this method, when he faces his other old opponents again, he will be ridiculed to death by his old opponents, the Titans.

No, perhaps from the day when the invasion failed ten thousand years ago and broke the myth of the Burning Legion's invincibility, Sargeras could no longer be as glorious as it was ten thousand years ago.

The failure this time was the greatest pain in Sargeras' heart.

Alright, at this moment, Duke actually didn't open which pot and which pot he picked up. It's not just as simple as sprinkling salt on the wound? It was simply tearing open his scar, opening the wound with a hook, making the wound look brand new, and then sprinkled some mustard pepper or something, and finally leaned to Sargeras' ear to inform him, asking him to remember the pain .

It's almost time to call a song and dance troupe to dance in front of Sargeras to celebrate the "10,000th anniversary of Sargeras' death".

The series of respectful titles before these words are just for the slap in the face later!

Not only the face was slapped to the point of slapping, but the face was swollen from the beating.

Sargeras suddenly turned around and turned his eyes to this ant among ants that he didn't pay attention to at first——the young mage Duke Marcus.

"Presumptuous ants! Have I allowed you to speak?" Mixed with the terrifying anger of Sargeras soaring into the sky, the boundless coercion that seemed to burn the entire planet was transferred from Lothar, suddenly Like a mountain pressing down on the body, it suddenly fell on Duke.

Hearing that Duke helped him out, Lothar was still a little happy, but immediately his eyes widened, and the left hand tied to the shield subconsciously stretched out towards Duke.

Because he realized what Duke was about to face, the endless fear was definitely not something a young man could bear.

Having seen the ups and downs of life, having endured the death of his beloved wife, and facing the death of Pao Ze, Lothar's first half of life can be described as extremely rich. Even Lothar, who thinks his mind has become as hard as iron, dare not say what will happen if the coercion of Sargeras continues just now.

What happens when you suddenly become Duke and take it all?

Lothar couldn't imagine it.

In his opinion, the young mage Duke has done a perfect job. He succeeded in bringing him and his men to Medivh with his wits and magic. Changing to any other mage in this world may not be able to do this.

For this alone, Lothar felt that Duke was already a little hero.

However, the Medivh controlled by Sargeras was too terrifying and too powerful. Lothar really couldn't imagine the next scene where Duke's liver and gallbladder were torn apart.

But his outstretched left hand is destined to be unable to grasp anything, and nothing can stop it.

At this moment, Lothar, Garona, and Sargeras were stunned at the same time. Duke is completely unaffected by the violent coercion that should be able to crush the sanity of any mortal in the world.

Even if your aura is like a storm, he looks like he is strolling in the courtyard, and he winked his eyes at Sargeras in a leisurely manner, and stretched out his right little finger: "Actually, your aura can be stronger, I The sub-small body can bear it."

What the hell is this?

In the end what happened?

Medivh, who was possessed by Sargeras, had a dazed look on his face. He really couldn't understand why even the most determined of the three of them, that tiny and humble human named Anduin Lothar, almost Kneeling under the might of his demon king. But Duke doesn't take this set.

This is not some kind of immunity of mental state, but a kind of mysterious self-confidence that should be based on track record.

right! It should be that Duke feels that he has an absolute psychological advantage over Sargeras.

Sargeras was about to go crazy, his eyes were full of jealousy and resentment.

Duke's youthful and exaggerated face is always full of confidence.

This is not only because he thought of asking the system elves to help him separate his spiritual sea after he was struck by fear for the first time, so that the information from the outside first passed through a relatively independent space, and after filtering and analyzing, it was delayed by one ten-thousandth of a second. Into the mind.

Also, Duke's self-confidence is really based on record.

Duke murmured in his heart: "Ah——how could I tell you that I used the trumpet and the trumpet together every week for equipment, and took your two men, Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, for a round? A hundred times a hundred times?"

Maybe it's a joke, or maybe it's a spiritual victory, or maybe it's Duke's firm belief that 'as long as you bring Lothar and Garona to Medivh, history will go on the right track again'.

Anyway, it doesn't matter if other people are afraid of Duke, but he himself is not afraid, just smiling and angry at Sargeras.

Uh, the feeling of acting aggressive in front of the super boss is really cool!

"I've changed my mind, ants, you are the first to die!" Sargeras roared loudly.

At this moment, Lothar made a move, and the sword of the king was shining with dazzling golden light, which merged with the streamer of his [charge].

Medivh, controlled by Sargeras, quickly turned his staff and pointed it at Lothar.

At this moment, Duke saw a strange scene, the passage of time seemed to be frozen, every speck of dust, every ray of light, and even everything around him were running in a strange trajectory.

The female half-orc legendary assassin Garona, who has always been extremely low-key and concealed her aura and sense of presence... has made a move!