Chapter 200 The Death of the Guardian

Under Nergo's insults, which could be described as "getting to the bottom of things", Medivh became more and more manic. He separated into several phantoms, each of which stared at Nergo.

Nergo stood ready, his eyes always focused on Medivh.

"There are three phantoms in total. I will help you hold them down, and then you go and kill one." Nelgo pulled Khadgar and helped him avoid a fireball.

"Huh? Me?" Khadgar was obviously a little stupid. He had been in this room for a long time, and he had always been the atmosphere team, and he was almost beaten to death.

Now you ask me to kill a phantom of Medivh, how can I be so virtuous and capable! ?

"Human potential is infinite, believe in yourself."

Having said this, Nergo turned into a ghost wolf and rushed forward quickly, biting an phantom, and slapped him on the head with a claw.

Fight.

Khadgar looked at the situation and knew he had no choice. He charged hard, but in Medivh's eyes he couldn't crawl much faster than a turtle.

"We are mages, trust us." Medivh laughed at him and said, "It turns out that staying with the tribe for a long time made your brain degenerate. I thought that staying with the tribe for a long time made your body strengthened. How dare you use a sword?" Come up."

A magic was connected to Khadgar's body, and Medivh hoped to suck his soul away.

"Ah!!!" With a scream, Khadgar's soul was ruthlessly plundered by magic. At this moment, Khadgar felt that his life force was constantly passing away.

Death is close at hand.

"This guy can't escape now."

Nergo scratched the phantom he bit hard several times to make sure that the phantom was dead, and then quickly used wind shears towards the phantom that was releasing the spell, interrupting his spellcasting.

The magic was interrupted, and Nergo left Khadgar lying on the ground. With the thunder, Nergo transformed into a ghost wolf and rushed over quickly. The sharp claws on his hands were also wrapped with countless terrifying thunder. snake.

And Medivh did not panic.

Frost.

An icy wind blew on Nergo, quickly freezing him.

"The next step is yours, trust."

Medivh breathed a sigh of relief. Nergo was really a formidable opponent. Even his guardian body couldn't defeat him quickly.

And what about Khadgar?

Khadgar was so tired that he lay quietly on the floor, unable to stand up.

Although Khadgar's soul was not sucked away due to the timely interruption, the consequence of the loss of a large amount of vitality was that he began to age rapidly.

From being childish on the face to becoming mature, from being mature to being old.

Khadgar adjusted his breathing. Although his breathing was still difficult and rapid, it at least made him feel like he was still alive. His joints were burning. The fire spells released by Medivh had not disappeared because of his aging, and his muscles were sore, probably because he had not adapted to his current body. He tried to get up, using the reflection of the obsidian floor to see his face clearly...

It was an old man looking at himself, his gloomy, tired eyes surrounded by countless wrinkles and gray hair. Even his beard turned pale.

this is me?

Khadgar's heart grew colder. His life and magic have been taken away, and he no longer has the confidence to make it out alive.

But, that's it, it's good, at least I'm trying to save Azeroth.

Khadgar was a little bitter. He regretted not going to Karazhan, but regretting not yelling at the demon like Nergo before.

"It's really dramatic," Medivh gradually approached Khadgar, "One of the negative effects of possessing a human body is that my human side will always show up from time to time. To make friends, to save people, and occasionally to let others My spells got a lot weaker, which made me have a lot of trouble killing them later. You know, when I killed Moros and Cook, I almost cried. Reasons to come here for training. But like anything, once you get used to it, you can kill your friends like a stranger."

As the distance between them grew closer, his shoulders relaxed, and his emerald eyes shone with intelligence and a certain danger. He looked even more ordinary than the usual Medivh, and he looked full of confidence. It looks relaxed and comfortable, but it makes people feel boundless fear and devilish madness.

He stroked his flaming beard, one of the symbols of Sargeras.

"Now, you are going to die soon, young trust," Medivh said. "It seems that your trust has been given to the wrong person after all." Medivh raised his palms shining with energy.

In fact, he didn't like to deal with these guys in such a hurry. According to his original idea, he would have recruited tribal members from other universes who had surrendered to the Legion to let Nergo have a good fight with them.

It’s also a seller’s show.

Especially when Grommash, who drank the blood of demons, appeared in front of Nelgo, Sargeras was curious. Could he really be a ruthless thunderstorm like he is now?

He turned to look at the mass of ice, "I don't know what you will look like after you are infused with evil energy."

To be honest, he does admire Nergo, or he appreciates people with talent and strength.

And how old is Nergo this year? No more than 25, and in terms of strength, he has already reached a level that many Loa and demigods cannot match. Compared with him, the top brass of the legion who were insulted by him seemed to say that they were useless.

But when he was looking at the ice, he was surprised to find that the ice was melting and then cracking rapidly.

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"You can't lock up the thunder, just like you can't lock me up for long!" Nergo broke away from it, and then the Sky Voice in his palm lit up, and a force of wind element was thrown out by him, and the huge gust of wind made it difficult for Medivh to stand up.

The energy in Medivh's hand shot out to Nergo, bathing him in starlight.

This is a magic that can control people's hearts. If hit by this magic, he will obey him.

The twinkling starlight around Nergo receded, and he really was like a thunderstorm, with harsh thunder sounds and gusts of wind. Nergo raised the Sky Voice and started to charge.

But surprisingly, he actually rushed towards Medivh, not Khadgar, and even his eyes were as angry as before.

How is it possible! ?

Medivh was really surprised this time. His magic couldn't control him?

But then he raised his mouth again. This is how Nergo's value can be shown.

He took a step back and dodged Nergo's first lightning. Nergo turned to blow the wind and forced Medivh back another step. Then he roared, and his five fingers began to emit lightning, and Medivh was forced to retreat a third step.

The swift attacks caused the blue energy shield that Medivh had temporarily summoned to collapse quickly.

"You are a bit too annoying."

Medivh began to get a little irritated. The resistance from his body became stronger and stronger. If he dragged it on, he was afraid that even if he killed the two, he would not be able to leave the wizard tower, let alone how to replace Nergo to rule the tribe.

He raised an eagle claw-like hand, and boundless mana leaped between his palms. He wanted to burn Nergo to death.

Watching Nergo being swallowed up in the flames made him feel very accomplished, except that he was not dead yet.

But what about Khadgar?

Medivh thought he didn't need to care about Khadgar, as this young and old wizard was no longer a threat.

Until, the sword assigned to Khadgar by the tribe had pierced Medivh's left chest.

The sword blade enchanted by the tribe shone with an unprecedented strong light, just like the lightning summoned by Nergo.

"Someone told me that a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit." Khadgar used all his strength to stab the sword, and then he said with some relief.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and big beads of sweat dripped from Medivh's forehead.

"Looks like I'm going to lose again." Medivh smiled, "I thought you couldn't use a sword, young trust."

"I think." Khadgar panted hard, his tone sounded like a person who had just learned to speak, "The human part of you, Medivh, went to make friends, save people, and be kind to everything around you regardless of your plan. As a backup plan, in case you eventually fall into madness. Once that happens, your friend, I, will stop you and break the cycle you can't escape for you."

Medivh sighed hard, his expression softened, and it seemed that human consciousness took over. "I never meant to hurt anyone," he said, "I just wanted to have my own life." But as he spoke, he became hideous again, and he raised his hand convulsively, with magic light gathering in his palm, ready to burn Khadgar to death like he did to Nergal.

But Khadgar didn't give him this chance. Without even a moment's hesitation, Khadgar pressed all his strength and thrust the heavy blade through Medivh's ribs, piercing his heart.

Medivh's expression was very surprised, even shocked. But he still opened his mouth and struggled to say something.

The sword in Khadgar's hand had sunk to the hilt, and the tip of the sword was exposed from the robe behind the mage. The mage fell to the ground, and Khadgar fell with him, but his hands were still tightly clasped on the sword, ensuring that he would die. Medivh took a hard breath and finally said a word.

"Thank you." He said, "I have tried my best to fight him, but I..."

After that, Medivh's face began to deform rapidly, his beard completely turned into flames, and a pair of goat horns stretched out in front of his eyebrows. With Medivh's death, Sargeras finally fully revealed his true form. Khadgar felt a heat coming from the hilt of his sword. Medivh's body was burning, and the flames were transforming him into a being of shadow and flame.

Behind the kneeling Celestial Mage who was seriously injured, Khadgar saw the charred Nergal rushing up again. Nergal was now somewhat embarrassed, with thick smoke and unburned flames all over his body, but when he saw Medivh's appearance, he still threw lightning, letting the terrifying heat quickly evaporate his body.

Blue lightning entangled Medivh's body, leaving wounds on him.

This action was like buying a bottle of soda, shaking it hard and opening it, and everything in Medivh's body quickly gushed out from the wounds on his body.

The arcane power inherited by the Guardian, the shadow and fel power that Sargeras brought to this body.

They were ejected like a volcanic eruption, huge magic splashed everywhere, and then disappeared without a trace in Karazhan, as if they had never existed.

But at this time, the outside world had already changed greatly, and the surrounding area began to become dangerous and desolate. Even the Sunshine Forest located to the west of the tower was affected by this and became what people called the Dusk Forest.

A demon face with horns on its forehead appeared, struggling and wailing in despair.

When everything was over, only the ashes left by Medivh and the chicken leg staff were left. In addition, everything in his body had been devoured by the demon fire and Nergo's lightning.

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All that was left was a skull shining with red and white light.

Nergo picked up the skull and hung it around his waist.

Nergo let out a long breath.

He slowly walked to Khadgar and patted his shoulder, "Although I don't like humans very much, you are an exception. Your courage and will are like orcs."

Nergo picked up the staff and handed it to Khadgar, "Although we may become opponents because of the faction in the future, at least for now, you deserve it."

Atiesh, the legendary staff of the Guardian, this artifact contains the power of the Guardian for thousands of years. If it is handed over to Khadgar, it is likely to mean that the Alliance will be strengthened.

But Nergo didn't care. Even the Guardian was dead, so what could a staff used by the Guardian do?

"The staff belongs to you, and I'm going to use Medivh's skull to make a drum." After Nergo simply distributed the spoils, he found that Khadgar didn't take the staff.

"Captain, the staff belongs to you, please give me the skull." Khadgar said.

"You humans also have the tradition of using the enemy's skull to make props?" Nergo didn't understand. What was the use of this skull?

"I want to build a tomb for him." Khadgar said after a moment of silence.

Nergo was silent, "This is Atiesh, the legendary staff of the Guardian. It is a divine weapon."

"I know."

"After you take it, you may become a new member of the Kingdom Council. You will inherit the power of the Guardian and become a guest of all kings. You will not lack power and authority."

"I know that too."

"Then why are you still obsessed with a skull that is almost useless? Even if it is made into a prop, it is not as good as this divine weapon. Just to build a tomb for Medivh?"

Nergo said: "This will become the territory of the tribe in the future. Even if you build a tomb here, no one will come to see it."

"At least I am worthy of my heart." Khadgar didn't know why he was so obsessed with burying Medivh, but thinking of his life in Karazhan, he felt that he had to leave a final destination for this deceased "friend".

Khadgar shook his old head and shed a line of tears.

"Join the Horde. I swear in the name of Nergo Thunder that after joining the Horde, Karazhan will be your territory. You will be allowed not to participate in the war against humans, and you can freely worship Medivh here again..."

"I am still a human." Khadgar interrupted the chief. "After today, if you are willing to let me go, then I will find the rest of the humans and fight side by side with them. If you are not willing, then I will still return to the cage."

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Finally, Khadgar left. Maybe he will never return to Karazhan again. Maybe one day he will inherit the legacy of the guardian here, but at least now, he is still a mage apprentice, ready to find the rest of the human apprentice to resist the Horde.

"You really make it difficult for me." On the high tower of Karazhan, Nergo sighed as he watched Khadgar walking farther and farther below.

"I admire you."

It's a pity that he is unwilling to join the Horde.

"Why don't you kill him, chief?"

Someone stepped forward and asked.

"Who will be our opponent if we kill him? A group of mediocre and incompetent trash?" Nergo glanced at him.

"Besides, who said he must not join the Horde." Nergo suddenly smiled and asked, "How is your work going?"

"All the magic in Karazhan has been sealed. We have set up a barrier here to ensure that no one can come in."

"Yes." Nergo nodded, "Tell others that we will return to Orgrimmar."

Wait, Khadgar, sooner or later you will come back here.