Thrall was completely relieved when he learned that Kel'Thuzad had arrived.
In Thrall's memory, Kel'Thuzad mastered Medivh's weaknesses and defeated Medivh many times.
Hercula climbed out of the cesspit, not caring about the filth all over her body.
Thrall used the Riptide technique to cleanse his body many times. Just like Hercula before, he felt that he was dirty and could never be washed clean again.
Hercula led the way, and the two climbed out of the basement and looked up at the magic battle in the sky.
Flames and frost collided, stirring up countless fireworks.
Kel'Thuzad was wrapped in a black mist, constantly pointing at Medivh.
Various elements gathered around Medivh, but they could not break open the fog of Kel'Thuzad.
Seeing that Medivh was defeated and Kel'Thuzad had the upper hand, Hercula smiled:
"Thall, you must be respectful when you meet my mentor later, otherwise he will not suggest turning you into a lich."
Thrall knew this was a joke, and with Kel'Thuzad as his backer, he felt much more relaxed.
How ironic, who would have thought that Kel'Thuzad would be Thrall's only hope in the Path of Time.
In the sky, a purple light flashed, it was a huge portal.
A tidal sound sounded from the portal, and a figure stepped out of it.
This man has an old face, a pair of bright eyes, and a white beard fluttering in the wind.
Grand Magister, Antonidas.
For a moment, Sal felt uncomfortable, as if something was wrong.
Medivh shouted anxiously: "Antonidas, what are you waiting for?"
A magic book appeared in Antonidas' palm, the pages of the book clattered, and a vast amount of magic spurted out.
"That's the Book of Medivh, it's not good." Hercula's face turned ugly.
The Book of Medivh shot out a gray light, cutting through Kel'Thuzad's fog like a knife cutting through tofu.
Time seemed to have stopped for an instant, and Thrall felt his scalp numb. He had seen this magic before.
Archimonde's Finger of Death.
Who would have thought that such terrifying magic is sealed in the Book of Medivh.
The fog dispersed, revealing Kel'Thuzad's tall and thin body. A hole as big as a bowl appeared in his chest, and he fell like a kite with its string broken.
Medivh smiled proudly, pointed at Kel'Thuzad's body, and a burst of flame burned it to death.
Thrall was in a daze, and Kel'Thuzad died in front of him.
If Kel'Thuzad in the main world dies, Thrall will definitely celebrate.
But the one who dies now is Kel'Thuzad from the Path of Time, his only hope.
After finally seeing the light, I fell into the abyss of despair again.
Hercula dragged Sal who was in a daze and shouted anxiously:
"Why are you dazed? Run away."
The two of them fled to the ruins underground again and jumped into a cesspit.
In the air, the two most powerful mages in the world gathered together to discuss for a long time and left quickly.
Once Kel'Thuzad died, Thrall could no longer make waves, so the two of them didn't bother to pursue him.
Climbing out of the cesspit, Sal turned a blind eye to the filth on his body and just sat there stupidly.
Hercula shook his head in frustration: "I never expected that such a day would come. Antonidas and Medivh have always been at odds. How could they possibly cooperate?"
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"It's all because of the orcs," Thrall muttered.
"What do you mean?" Hercula asked with a frown.
Sal smiled reluctantly:
"To save the orcs, anything can happen in Azeroth."
Thrall couldn't help but think of the Lich King Arthas. The real reason why the Scourge left Azeroth was incredible.
For a moment, Sal suddenly had an idea and asked quickly:
"What is the source of magic hidden in the statue of Sargeras?"
Hercula said dejectedly: "It's a helmet, brought back from Northrend by a royal member of Alterac. It can emit a strange red energy. It is not arcane magic or evil energy.
"
Could it be the Helm of Dominance? Thrall made a judgment in his mind.
Thrall asked tentatively: "Has anyone tried putting the helmet on their head?"
"Why do you have such a strange idea?" Hercula looked confused: "Well, someone did try it and turned into a walking zombie, with his consciousness swallowed by the helmet."
Sal bit his lip. In deep despair, he dared to try anything.
"take me."
"What are you going to do?" Hercula asked in surprise.
Thrall grinned: "We are going to build a new world."
Next to the statue of Sargeras, Hercula nodded at the statue's forehead and stayed away.
The chest of the statue opened, revealing a simple metal helmet.
Thrall's eyes were hot, and he walked towards the helmet step by step, reaching out his right hand to touch it carefully.
Hercula shouted: "Thall, don't do anything stupid, this helmet is very dangerous."
"Do you think I have a choice?
Thrall's fingers touched the metal helmet, and a cold feeling came over him. His mind became extremely clear, and scenes of recent events flashed before his eyes.
"So that's it."
Thrall picked up the metal helmet and turned to face Hercula.
"Kel'Thuzad is not dead," Thrall muttered.
"What did you say?" Hercula asked in surprise.
Thrall looked down at the runes on the metal helmet:
"The one who died just now was not Kel'Thuzad. Medivh might also be a fake. It was just an illusion, deliberately staged for me to see."
Hercula shouted: "Thal, are you crazy?"
"I'm not crazy, I've been confused from the beginning, the ship looking for the talisman of the tide, Doras, the richest orc, and the scumbag, the fishman accepted a reward of five million, your manor was raided, Medivh, Antonidas
The battle with Kel'Thuzad was all fake, fake."
Hercula looked solemn and said regretfully: "Sal, I know you have been under a lot of pressure recently."
"Isn't this what you want?"
Thrall looked ferocious as he walked towards Hercula step by step:
"You pushed me into a desperate situation and lost hope little by little, but it was not enough. You gave me a little hope, and then quickly extinguished it. It was a very good conspiracy and a master of playing with people's hearts."
After a pause, Thrall affirmed: "It must be the handiwork of a certain Dread Lord."
Hercula nodded in admiration and said with a smile: "It's interesting that you saw through it."
Thrall felt disappointed: "All you have done is to make me put on this helmet and walk on the road of despair."
Hercula licked her lips and asked: "Then what is your choice? Thrall!"
Thrall smiled and said: "If I put on this helmet, my will will sink, and I don't know what kind of monster I will turn into."
I saw Sal with a crazy look on his face, and said with a ferocious smile:
"When you reach the highest peak of power, no one will see darkness in front of you. As long as my name can be remembered by history, I am willing to give everything."
After saying that, Thrall put on his helmet without hesitation.
The endless blood-colored light evaporated the filth on Thrall's body, and his eyes flashed with scarlet blood.
On the side, Hercula clearly felt that Thrall's soul was imprisoned in the deepest part of the spiritual abyss, and a dark consciousness invaded his body.
"Haha, hahaha!"
Arrogant laughter echoed in the underground ruins. Hercula felt a panic and unconsciously knelt on the ground to worship.
Thrall came to the statue of Sargeras, shook his head and said:
"That's all you are."
The statue collapsed with a crash and shattered into powder.