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

"The fallen Titan, the destroyer of all realms, the Lord of the Burning Legion, the great King of Demons, are you old and forget your miserable defeat in Azeroth ten thousand years ago? Or did you accidentally fall to be mentally retarded when you were born when you were born? I really don't know how the invincibility you mentioned came from."

About 25,000 years ago, Sargeras betrayed the Pantheon Council formed by the Creation Titans, created the Burning Legion, and began his Burning Expedition. After receiving two powerful thugs from the Ereda Demon Clan, Kiljadan and Archmond, Sargeras was able to be said to be smooth sailing for the next 15,000 years and will win every battle.

However, in the war to invade the planet Azeroth ten thousand years ago, he was defeated by the native race of Azeroth and the derivatives of experimental creatures left by the Titans.

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

Azeroth's failure has become the biggest stain in his life since he rebelled from the Pantheon and came from the St. Hill, and it has not been cleared yet.

Not to mention that in order to sneak into Azeroth this time, he pretended to be killed by Egwen, the little guardian, and then corroded and devoured the soul of Egwen's son Medivh.

This is a very valuable thing for the Burning Legion General SSL.

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

No, perhaps from the day when the invasion failed ten thousand years ago and the myth of the Burning Legion Battle was broken, Sargeras was no longer as glorious as ten thousand years ago.

This failure was the biggest pain in Sargeras's heart.

Well, at this moment, Duke didn't open any pot, which was more than just sprinkling salt on the wound. It was simply tore open his scars, use a hook to open the wound, and make the wound look fresh. Then sprinkle some mustard and pepper, and finally come to Sargeras' ear to inform him, asking him to recall the pain well.

I just wanted to ask a singing and dancing group to come to Sargeras to celebrate the '10,000-year anniversary of Sargeras' failure'.

The series of noble titles in front of these words are for the slap in the face later!

It was not just a slap in the face, but it was slap in the face.

Sargeras suddenly turned around and turned his eyes to Duke Marcus, the young mage who was not taken seriously by him.

"Random ant! Did I allow you to speak?" The terrifying anger that soared into the sky was mixed with Sargeras's terrifying anger. The boundless pressure that seemed to burn the entire planet away was transferred from Lothar, and suddenly pressed on Duke's body like a mountain pressing body.

When Losa was still a little happy when he heard Duke helping him to clear the situation, he immediately widened his eyes and his left hand tied to the shield subconsciously reached out to Duke.

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

Having seen the ups and downs of life, endured the passing of his beloved wife, and faced the death of his robe, Lothar's first half of his life was extremely rich. Even Lothar, who believed that his mind had become as hard as iron, dared not say what would happen if Sargeras's pressure continued just now.

What happens if you suddenly become Duke to bear all this?

Lothar could not imagine it.

In his opinion, Duke, the young little mage, had done it perfectly. He successfully used his wisdom and magic to bring him and his people to Medivh. If he had been replaced by any other mage in this world, he might not have been able to do this.

With this alone, Lothar thinks Duke is already a little hero.

However, Medivh, controlled by Sargeras, was too terrible and powerful. Lothar really couldn't imagine the scene where Duke was ripped apart.

But his left hand was destined to be unable to grasp anything and stop anything.

At this moment, Lothar, Garona and Sargeras were stunned at the same time. Duke was completely unbearable to the violent pressure that should be able to crush the minds of any mortal in the world.

No matter how strong your aura is like a storm, he looks like he is strolling in the garden. Fortunately, he squeezed his eyes at Sargeras leisurely and stretched out his little finger with his right hand: "Actually, your aura can be stronger, and my small body can still bear it."

What the hell is this?

What exactly happened?

Medivh, possessed by Sargeras, had a capital confusion on his face. He really couldn't understand why even the small and humble human named Anduin Lothar, who was the most determined among the three of them, almost surrendered and knelt down under the power of his demon king. But Duke didn't take this trick.

This is not a certain immunity in the mental state, but a kind of confusing self-confidence that should be built on the history.

Yes! Duke probably thinks that he has an absolute psychological advantage over Sargeras.

Sargeras was almost crazy, his eyes full of fear and resentment.

Duke's young and excessive face was always full of confidence.

This was not only the first time he was frightened, and after he thought of letting the system elves help him separate his spiritual sea, letting the information sent from outside pass through a relatively independent space, after filtering and analyzing, it was delayed by one ten thousandth of a second before being transmitted to his mind.

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

Duke murmured to himself: "Ah, can I tell you that I used to go on a large and small trumpet every week to get the equipment, and to turn your two subordinates Kiljadan and Archmond a hundred times?"

Maybe it's funny, maybe it's spiritual victory, or Duke's firm belief that 'as long as he brings Lothar and Garona to Medivh, history will be on the right track again'.

Anyway, the others were afraid of whether Duke was not in charge, so he was not afraid of it, and he just smiled and angry at Sargeras.

Well, it feels so good to show off in front of super ss!

"I have changed my mind, ants, you should die first!" Sargeras let out a shocking roar.

At this moment, Losa took action, and the King's Sword burst into dazzling golden light, which turned into one with the flowing light when he [Charge].

Medivin, controlled by Sargeras, quickly turned the staff and pointed at Lothar.

At this moment, Duke saw a strange scene. Time passed and seemed to have become stagnant. Every grain of dust, every light, and even everything around him were running on a strange track.
Chapter completed!