Chapter 90: The Last Sir Lothar

　　 Khaz'goroth, a male Titan, he held a sledgehammer to shape mountains in Azeroth. He was the predecessor of the dwarves-the creator of the earth spirits.
　　 This hammer of Khaz'goroth is the tool he used to shape Azeroth-a well-deserved artifact.
　　 It is a pity that mortals have to pay a price for using the artifact. Even Anduin Lothar, the pinnacle of the legend, feels powerless when he wields this hammer.
　　 Of course, another reason is that he is tired.
　　 Lothar has been wielding the sword of the Great Royal Knight for six hours from the morning fight to the present, and hundreds of demons have fallen under his hand.
　　 Even when Velen went to purify the entropy, Lothar was entangled with Kil'jaeden. He didn't drink mana tea, he didn't even take a break.
　　 Although Kil'jaeden's shield was broken, Lothar felt that his body had been completely hollowed out.
　　 Kil'jaeden also saw Lothar's fatigue, and simply threw a curse of weakness to him. A bewitching voice appeared in Lothar's ear: "You are tired, you have done enough. You need to rest, put down the hammer, take a good rest..."
　　 Lothar knelt on the ground weakly, and Khaz'goroth's hammer also took off.
　　 Kil'jaeden laughed. In the laughter, a large hand composed of pure shadow energy appeared and grabbed the hammer of Khaz'goroth.
　　 "Don't!" Drunk Feng rushed over, but it seemed that it was too late.
Just when this big hand was about to grab the handle of the hammer, Lothar grinned, and then broke the shadow with a punch and grabbed the hammer of Khaz'goroth: "Demon, do you think I would be shaken by you so easily? ?"
　　 stood up again, Lothar began to give the final instructions: "Khadgar, increase the intensity of the space shock, I will exile this demon forever!"
　　 Khadgar's eyes had turned bright blue at this time due to the full cast of the spell. He waved Atiesh, the legendary staff of the guardian, flashing back and forth frequently around Kil'jaeden, activating the surrounding space.
　　 Finally, even Lothar could feel the instability of the space here-as if the next moment, he was about to leave this world and go to an unknown place.
It's now!
　　 Lothar started to burn his life,
　　 This time, Lothar did not charge any more. He was afraid of his legs and couldn't send himself where he should go. Pressing the button on the belt, Lothar rose into the air in the flames, holding the hammer of Khaz'goroth high, like a proud lion, bewildered in the shadow storm.
　　 "Holy Healing!"
　　 A ray of light flashed, and the draenei paladin used his pure holy light to nourish Lothar and protect the fire of his last life.
　　 "Be a cocoon for life!"
　　 This is the strongest skill that drunk wind can comprehend on the way of weaving fog.
　　 "Big Lysis!"
　　 Khadgar tried his best to use his remaining arcane energy to weaken the shadow around Kil'jaeden.
　　 With a muffled sound, the Hammer of Khaz'goroth slammed Kil'jaeden's left arm-the fraudster who had lost his shield could only choose to block this attack with his body.
　　Time seems to have stopped at this moment.
　　 Lothar poured all of his strength into the hammer, so that the hammer of Khaz'goroth was sinking into the muscles given to Er'jadan-but it was difficult to penetrate.
　　 Shadow energy protects Kil'jaeden, while the arcane energy from Khaz'goroth's Hammer is expelling Kil'jaeden. For a while, the situation has reached a stalemate.
　　 In the end, the deceiver was better at it-he used violent fel energy to drive away arcane power.
　　 Lothar bounced far away and fell directly from the third-tier platform. When flying in the air, he was pierced by a shadow arrow through his chest and landed in the training ground.
　　 The remaining three people also withered to the ground because of exhaustion of energy.
　　 Kil'jaeden began to laugh wildly: "This is the sadness of mortals. You have tried your best, but still are not my opponents-what else is more sad than losing the battle if you fight hard?"
　　 "Of course there is!" Kil'jaeden paused, showing a worse smile, "That is, let your former comrades deal with you personally!"
　　 Endless Shadows, following Kil'jaeden's will, controlled Lothar to stand up.
　　 "Hahaha, you are about to die in the hands of your dear comrades-in-arms, is there anything more interesting than doing it?"
　　 Maraad tried to disperse the shadows, but found that he had no power to call for the Holy Light, and could only watch Lothar slowly pick up the hammer of Khaz'goroth.
　　 "Wake up!"
　　 "Loza!"
　　 The call does not seem to work. At this moment, Lothar is like a walking corpse, slowly moving forward under the control of Kil'jaeden.
　　 "Mortals, you will drown in your own blood, and your world will burn!"
　　 Just when Kil'jaeden thought he was determined to win, something else happened.
Lothar, who had awakened, tried his best to temporarily ask for control-he directly picked up the angry heart that Vinucci had left in the holy light prism instrument, and stuffed this Atama crystal directly into the big hole in his chest. Among.
　　 The blazing light and gloomy shadow began to clash in Lothar's body, which left his body scarred~EbookFREE.me~ The blood was steamed and his skin was cracked.
　　 It doesn't matter anymore.
　　 Along the collapsed slope, Lothar walked slowly in front of Kil'jaeden.
The fraudster had difficulty riding a tiger at this time-he thought Lothar was dead and he had already won, so he simply used almost all of his power to manipulate Lothar's "corpse", hoping to give the Drunk Wind the best in this way s pain.
　　 Unexpectedly, Lothar's will has not completely dissipated, but instead seized this opportunity and stood up relying on the power of the Atama crystal.
　　 "Damn Naaru! I'm not reconciled!"
　　In Kil'jaeden's despair, Lothar raised the Hammer of Khaz'goroth for the third time.
　　 Fight heroically!
　　 Lothar exhausted everything he had last.
　　 Khaz'goroth's hammer hit Kil'jaeden's stomach.
　　 "It's screaming." Khaz'goroth's hammer dropped.
　　 "Ding Dong." An angry heart fell to the ground.
　　 The conflict between the shadow and the holy light finally broke out. The violent explosion shattered everything, and Lothar, who was the center of the explosion, was dead.
　　 The hammer of Khaz'goroth finally made Kil'jaeden who had lost his strength unable to resist, and the violent explosion became the last straw to crush the fraudster.
　　 "No! Damn mortal! I shouldn't fail!"
　　 No matter how unwilling he was, Kil'jaeden could only swallow the space passively, disappearing on top of a chaotic dark temple.
　　
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