After shouting that rather profound, rather impolite, and utterly defiant phrase, Lothar really had no strength left. He was basically a very large, very tired, very defiant puddle of armor and human spirit. Ever since he saw Duke, who he didn't know whether it was an illusion or not, appear again and made a gesture to him that it was done, he also gave up. He was basically trusting Duke with his very last breath, and a whole lot of faith.
Sure enough, as the words fell, a middle-aged ghost wearing the robe of a court mage of Stormwind suddenly appeared not far to his left. Without saying a word, he shot an ice arrow at Sargeras, because apparently, ghosts could also be very good at magical archery, and very, very punctual.
Sargeras was also stunned. "Who is he? And why is he wearing such a drab robe? Is this some kind of cosmic fashion statement I'm not aware of?" he probably thought, his demonic brain momentarily short-circuiting. But the next moment, the memory from Medivh told Sargeras who this strange ghost wizard was - Nielas Aran! Medivh's biological father! "This is absolutely hell! Why is Elan's soul here? Why does he have the ability to cast magic? And why is he so annoying?!" A series of questions further disturbed Sargeras's attention, making his demonic brain hurt even more than usual.
Of course, this was not enough to be fatal. Almost subconsciously, Medivh, who was possessed by Sargeras, instantly opened the magic shield. In the face of the highest level of magic, low concentrations of magic are nothing. Elan's attack only startled Sargeras, like a very small, very cold, very magical pebble hitting a very large, very angry, very demonic window.
However, no one would have thought that it was Duke who was in charge of all this. Knowing that Sargeras was so difficult to deal with, why would Duke only arrange one killing move? Oh no, Duke was far too cunning for that. The golem's fist with lightning came down with a bang without any reason, a sudden, inexplicable, utterly traitorous act of betrayal from his own minion.
Sargeras did not react when the golem moved, because in his mind, the golem was automatically protecting its master. He did not think that the golem's attack could cause any real harm to Elan. But if it is clear that Elan is actually a spirit, Sargeras will have plenty of ways to deal with Medivh's biological father, probably involving a very large, very evil vacuum cleaner for souls.
"Huh?" The light in the eyes of Medivh controlled by Sargeras suddenly flashed, a sudden flicker of confusion, like a very powerful, very evil light bulb flickering. It was a terrifying light. Because, Sargeras was shocked to find that the golem's fist actually changed direction in the air and hit him directly on the head. What the hell!? He was basically being attacked by his own furniture! His own very large, very heavy, very electric furniture!
Sargeras had to react again in such a short moment. He even interrupted Medivh's spell and summoned two huge flaming arms in the face of magic backlash, because apparently, when in doubt, summon more fire, even if it hurts. Those were two huge flaming arms, each of whose fists was as big as a carriage. The half-real and half-virtual giant flaming hands burst out from both sides of Sargeras, with the fingers crossed, and they managed to catch the golem's heavy punch that was enough to smash Medivh's body into a meat paste.
"Huh!" Sargeras was also frightened, and the moment the crisis was resolved, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, probably a very fiery, very demonic sigh of relief. At the same time, he thought: "What's wrong with this garbage golem? I must tear it down when I have time! And then turn it into a very small, very useless, very charred paperweight, just for spite!"
At this moment, an unprecedented sense of crisis spread in Sargeras's sea of consciousness, like a very cold, very sharp, very unwelcome shiver running down his cosmic spine. Behind!? The Demon King is the Demon King. He has been hit one after another and is already overwhelmed. Even at this time, he still has a reaction, like a very powerful, very angry, very confused cat whose tail just got stepped on.
He almost subconsciously prepared to use the mage's signature skill Flash, which could instantly transform his body into arcane energy and then appear more than ten meters away. Being forced to use Flash proved his embarrassment. Sargeras had always been disdainful of the ordinary magic of mages. But Sargeras had no choice, because now his body belonged to Medivh. The weak body of the mage could not withstand the blow at all. If Medivh's body was destroyed, he would be in big trouble, probably ending up as a very angry, very disembodied spirit with a very bad temper.
Sargeras almost recited the spell with great force, practically screaming it internally, willing it to happen. However, after one hundredth of a second, the spell did not activate. A spiritual force from within his body stopped him and fought fiercely with him for control of his body. Medivh!? It's actually Medivh's soul! At this most critical moment, the remaining soul of Medivh actually came out and caused trouble, like a very annoying, very well-timed cosmic alarm clock that just wouldn't shut up.
Sargeras had a terrible foreboding feeling in his heart. The appearance of Medivh not only interfered with all his spellcasting, but also made his whole body stiff, like a very powerful, very evil statue that had suddenly seized up. The next moment, a burning and stinging sensation suddenly spread throughout Sargeras' chest. What!? Sargeras' neck was like a rusty machine. He finally lowered his head and looked at his chest. There! A blade emitting dazzling golden light pierced through the center of Medivh's chest, stained with human blood full of fallen Titan energy. An extremely strong sacred aura was spreading in Medivh's body at a speed that Sargeras could not imagine, turning him into a very painful, very holy, very unwilling pin cushion.
"No——" Sargeras let out an earth-shaking roar, a sound of pure, unadulterated agony and disbelief, like a cosmic toddler having a very public tantrum. His magical voice even made the entire Karazhan and the surrounding areas tremble, like a very large, very angry, very demonic earthquake.
Around Karazhan, the battlefield that was originally in the midst of fierce fighting suddenly became quiet. The fighting demons raised their heads in horror, cold air emanating from between their sharp teeth, looking like very surprised, very scared gargoyles who had just realized they were on the wrong side. The dragon loosened its grip on the demon and raised its head, probably wondering what the loud noise was, and if it meant lunch was ready. The half-dragon who was being suppressed also raised his head and cast his gaze towards the top floor of Karazhan, a collective sense of "What the hell just happened?" spreading through the air.
The Red Dragon Queen, Aegwynn, and the night elf priestess also had clear ecstasy in their eyes, looking like they'd just won the cosmic lottery. Everyone could tell that Sargeras had been hit. This heart-wrenching sound was accompanied by the rapid weakening of the magic power transmitted by the portals on the battlefield, and the disappearance of the magic light on the Karazhan Mage Tower that had never weakened since the beginning of the battle. Everyone realized that Sargeras was finished! Although it is not known who did it, it is obvious that someone dealt a fatal blow to Medivh who was possessed by Sargeras! And they were very, very happy about it, probably already planning the victory parade.
Lothar's pupils suddenly shrank, he could hardly believe his eyes. Duke! The person holding the hilt of the sword who appeared behind Medivh was actually Duke! Not Duke's ghost, but Duke in real life, looking remarkably less headless and significantly more smug. "Is it that I am seeing a ghost?" Lothar thought, rubbing his eyes, then pinching himself. "Or is it that he is actually already a dead man, and his ghost is preparing to accompany Duke on the road to the afterlife, perhaps with a very awkward, very spiritual carpool?" Lothar's heart was in disarray in the wind, like a very confused, very emotional kite caught in a hurricane of disbelief.
Originally, Lothar didn't believe that Duke's ghost could do anything. Others are trying their best to save a dying horse. Now Lothar is writing a letter as if he were alive! Anyway, Duke is on his side, and his situation is already as bad as it can be, so he should give it a try. A true hero never lacks courage and is more willing to place hope in people he trusts. Lothar cooperated with Duke purely because of this mentality. Who would have thought that Duke would come up with a series of tricks and kill Medivh who was possessed by Sargeras in one fell swoop? This! This is beyond imagination! Isn't Duke dead?
Time and space seemed to be completely frozen, Duke was stern and had no intention of relaxing. The sword of the king, which should only be used by Lothar, the descendant of Emperor Thoradin, burst out with waves of brilliant light that were more dazzling than the last in Duke's hand. This is the power of humanity! The will of Emperor Soladin and other human sages! It represents the unyielding will of mankind to survive on this land that has been passed down for thousands of years! It can be said that, in a sense, this sword of kings is the embodiment of human consciousness. Now, at this moment and here, Duke stabbed Medivh to death with this sword! With a very satisfying THWACK and a distinct smell of burning demon.