"Duke, I beg you too." Unable to bear it any longer, Lothar spoke with red eyes.
Duke stared at the dying Medivh, and also at Lothar, the lion of Azeroth, who was almost crying in front of him.
In my impression, Anduin Lothar is a hero with infinite loyalty and courage. Even when his homeland was destroyed, two childhood friends passed away one after another, and his own son died on the battlefield, he never showed his weak side. He still led Stormwind Kingdom, the seven kingdoms of mankind, and even the entire Alliance in the future to victory like a banner.
Lothar is a hero with an iron will that never gives up!
However, the current Lothar no longer has the strong image he had in history, but gives Duke a more real feeling.
Yes! This is the real Medivh and Lothar, this is the real Stormwind Kingdom, this is the Azeroth where countless heroes forged epic legends with blood and fire.
Duke nodded slightly.
"No need to say anything."
"I will fulfill your wish."
"Your will is inherited by me."
"I once told His Majesty Wrynn, 'If the destruction of Stormwind is an inevitable fate, then I will change it myself and show you.'"
"Now, even though I haven't fully achieved it, I believe that with our efforts, the kingdom's future of destruction has begun to change."
"If it is my destiny to inherit your strength and wisdom, and to fight for the survival and hope of all mankind."
"Then my choice is to accept!"
When Duke finished speaking in one breath, Lothar and Medivh both trembled as if they had been electrocuted.
Medivh gently pressed Duke's hand and said, "Duke, as the new master of Karazhan, could you please bring a few old friends in? I can still hold on for a while."
Feeling the temporary magic circuit in Medivh's body, although the circulation of magic power was becoming weaker and weaker, it seemed that what Medivh said was true.
Duke decisively took over some of the authority transferred by Medivh and opened the barrier of the mage tower that was still in operation in Karazhan.
Medivh's mage voice sounded outside the tower.
"Mother and some old friends outside, could you please come in for a moment?"
The powerful men who were watching the progress of the incident nervously outside the Mage Tower looked at each other. The Red Dragon Queen flapped her wings and immediately carried Aegwynn and Tyrande up.
A few minutes later, not only the three of them, but also Windsor and some of the remaining troops arrived at Medivh's side.
People crowded around the city.
Aegwynn knelt on the ground in pain, hugging her son, letting Medivh's head rest on her thighs. Even though eight hundred years had made her strong and resolute, at this moment, she was just a mother, no different from thousands of mothers in the world.
Ignoring his mother's tears, Medivh spoke in a weak voice.
"I, Medivh, the former guardian of Azeroth and chief archmage of the Stormwind Kingdom court, declare in front of all the gentlemen and ladies present: My last wish is to pass on the Karazhan Mage Tower and everything inside to Sir Edmund Duke."
Next to him, Lothar, who was supported by Windsor, also spoke: "I - Anduin Lothar, the seventh leader of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, the knight of Stormwind Kingdom, and the master of the Royal Knights of Stormwind Kingdom, hereby confirm Medivh's last wish. I will convey his last wish to His Majesty King Llane Wrynn. When His Majesty completes the confirmation, Karazhan will officially complete the transfer ceremony."
This moment is destined to be forever frozen in the memory of all spectators.
Time flies, and when they grow old, many of them will repeatedly think about what happened at this moment.
The death of Medivh, the most powerful mage and guardian of Azeroth, symbolizes the end of an era.
Edmund Duke's inheritance of Karazhan symbolizes the beginning of a new era...
With so many people witnessing, Medivh used his weak fingers to draw an unknown symbol on Duke's palm.
Duke only felt that endless knowledge was pouring into his spiritual world like a tsunami. Perhaps he was unable to digest this knowledge at this moment, but Medivh had already kindly helped him pack, classify and seal it.
Unless Duke reaches the corresponding level, these magics that are too heavy a burden for Duke, who has little strength, will not be unlocked.
In addition, there is Karazhan.
Likewise, a strange light shone outside the entire Karazhan. The huge Karazhan was becoming transparent and illusory. Medivh activated a magical device that was still working and began to pull the entire Karazhan into a certain void.
Time flowed quietly, and everyone in the workshop watched quietly as this great wizard walked towards the end of his life.
Even though every being now knows that Medivh is the culprit who opened the Dark Portal and brought the orcs into Azeroth, they just can't hate this guardian who used all his strength to drive Sargeras into the abyss at the end of his life.
Without too much pain or regrets, Medivh, who was in his forties, was held in his mother's arms and closed his eyes quietly as Aegwynn hummed an unknown lullaby.
After dozens of seconds, the last magic circuit in Medivh's body stopped.
The great god of magic, Medivh, passed away with a smile on his face.
After more than ten seconds, after confirming Medivh's death, Lothar and Duke saluted to all the spectators at the same time.
Duke said, "Thank you for watching. Please leave now. In five minutes, Karazhan will temporarily disappear from the world of Azeroth. We will not be back anytime soon."
The Red Dragon Queen and Tyrande were the first to leave. These two powerful figures nodded and left first.
Alexstrasza jumped out of the workshop, and in the blink of an eye a red light flashed. She turned from a sexy female warrior in a bikini armor into a giant dragon tens of meters long, spreading her wings and soaring. She flew far away with a flap of her wings.
Tyrande whistled, and a huge white tiger completely ignored gravity and ran along the almost vertical outer wall of the Mage Tower in Karazhan without a protective shield. Tyrande sat sideways lightly, and then the big white tiger let out a long roar and ran down the vertical Mage Tower in the same unscientific way.
Lothar and Windsor were the second group to leave.
Lothar asked: "You seem to be staying in Karazhan for a while, is there anything you want to tell me?"
Duke thought for a moment and said, "Stormwind City can hold out for a long time if nothing unexpected happens. But if it really can't hold out, then we should retreat to Alterac or Stromgarde. I have prepared everything."