Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 812, Section 25: Death Knight Tank (DKT), Arms Warrior, Demonology Warlock, and Turret Mage – your raid group is really doing a lot!
Aggramar in his Fallen Titan form is a taciturn giant.

Over the past 20,000 years of fel-based reshaping, He has clearly become accustomed to substituting action for words of condemnation. Therefore, as He approaches those fully armed mortal invaders, the terrifying aura of being at the top of the "Destroyer" hierarchy rapidly intensifies.

The crimson cosmic flames raged and burned on His terrifying body, and beneath His cracked skin lay the scorching heat of hell. The black broken blade in His hand was ancient and imposing, full of a kind of numerical beauty.

As He strode forward, dragging the broken blade, His aura reached its peak. The leaping cosmic flames then extended along the edge of the broken blade, forming a complete sword body, which split into two brutal blades at the tip.

Aggramar raises the flame-wrapped Tayshark aloft, beginning with his classic Enemy Breaker sword technique.

However, this "pioneer group" of the Sons of Draenor reacted quickly, spreading outwards as Aggramar charged in to avoid being affected by the terrifying power of the divine swordsmanship.

Only the black pawn remained stationary, much like those powerful tanks facing the BOSS head-on.

As Aggramar's burning blade struck down, the Black Pawn swung his withered oak axe in a wide arc.

This being has completely forgotten the past; his brain has been filled with the roots of the World Tree Tayara.

He could hardly be called a "human" anymore, and he was in a daze in everything except fighting, but the completion of this cruel "transformation" meant that the Black Pawn had become the "final incarnation" of Draenor's wild nature.

The wild nature that had its future path cut off poured all its power into this avatar, yet it skillfully did not interfere with Black Soldier's control of the battle rhythm.

It knew very well how powerful the Black Soldier's talent was, so it only needed to provide him with enough power and he would perform the miracle of revenge.

"boom"

The burning Tayshark slammed into the Black Soldier's body.

The first sword strike shattered most of the Titan Iron Armor forged by Mimiron on the Black Soldier's body. His body emitted a dull thud as the blade cleaved through hard leather. For an ordinary person, the force of this strike would have been enough to crush them into dust.

No demigod could withstand this attack from the Fallen Titan.

But the black pawn held on.

There was no longer any blood flowing in his body; the nerves replaced by roots only brought numb pain, which was meant to stimulate the Black Soldier's fighting spirit, not to actually reduce his excruciating pain.

He used a parry to deflect some of the force, and allowed the cosmic flames to burn his body as the remaining force was applied, without uttering a weak cry of pain.

Conversely, as Tayshark rose a second time to unleash a devastating flurry of attacks, Broxigar, leaping from the lava on the ground, delivered a perfect jumping slash, sending Aggramar's swung, withered oak axe striking him squarely in the shoulder.

The oak axe, imbued with the power of natural decay and aging, cleaved into the cracked skin, sending burning stone chips flying everywhere and causing the blood of the gods, entwined with evil energy, to gush out from the wound.

The damage caused by this counterattack was negligible to Aggramar; the real problem was that the combo of the Enemy Breaker's Sword Technique was interrupted!

His move was countered!
This caused a visible shock to appear on the indifferent face of the Fallen Titan. In all this time, apart from being ambushed and killed by Sargeras in the Battle of Nalan, Aggramar had experienced defeat before, but this was the first time he had been so easily interrupted.

Just how high is the combat talent of this "vegetative person" in front of us?
"For Draenor! For Mag'har!"

Just as Aggramar's combo was interrupted, Garrosh, who had been waiting for an opportunity, seized the opening precisely.

Mag'har Khan let out his hellish roar, his burning rage causing him to leap into the air. With the power of his raging heart pounding in his chest, he took off from the side, hurling his specially crafted chains through the air to climb onto the back of the fallen Titan like Tarzan.

Then, Bloodhowl, enveloped in holy flames, swung his axe and cleaved it into Aggramar's thick, pillar-like neck, creating another wound.

The other orc warriors followed suit.

Knowing their skills were inferior to the Black Pawn's and their weapons to the Roaring Howl's, they could only resort to hit-and-run tactics to deepen the wounds they had inflicted, attempting to kill the fallen god before them in this "ant-biting-to-death" manner.

This is the right strategy.

But Blackpawn could not withstand the second blow from Taysharac, so when Aggramar swung his sword a second time with even greater speed, Blackhorn, representing the Brotherhood of Azeroth, raised Khaz'goroth's Hammer high, creating a massive rock wall that rose from the ground like a mountain.

Although the object was brutally destroyed by Tayshark the next second, it still gave the charging Black Pawn another chance to attack.

Amidst the dust storm of shattered rocks, the black soldier soaring into the sky unleashed a devastating strike, extending another rock-cracked wound from the cosmic giant's shoulder downwards in that sudden, fatal blow, causing the magma-like fel blood to rain down like a storm.

This time, Agramma truly felt the pain.

Most importantly, every time this strange black pawn launched an attack and harmed itself, a wild voice would rebuke its "brutality" in Aggramar's chaotic mind.

Perhaps in order to make Aggramar truly understand the cause of this revenge, Draenor's Wild Nature also projected everything He had done for Him into the mind of the Fallen Titan through a mental attack.

Although these illusions are instantly dispelled by the destructive will of the fel energy, Aggramar is, after all, a god, and He is fully capable of capturing traces of the past that are so distant that He Himself has forgotten them.

He vaguely remembered that the "disposition" of Draenor was the last thing he did in the sea of ​​stars before he was summoned by the Pantheon to Narran to discuss matters with Sargeras.

But what had he done in the sea of ​​stars before that?
The mental attack from wild nature became a "key" at this moment, constantly creating cracks in the god's mind, which was being washed away by fel energy to the point of chaos, allowing more of Aggramar's past to surface in the fallen god's mind.

Black Pawn prepared to launch another combo, but Aggramar caught him precisely with a flick of his wrist. The fallen Titan's burning eyes stared at him, and with a crushing force as his fingers tightened, the bones inside Black Pawn's body shattered. He then spewed fire from his mouth, igniting and burning the very roots that sustained his cursed life.

This little trick can't fool the gods of the universe.

Aggramar knew perfectly well that it was these cursed roots that were giving the Black Soldier power that did not belong to him; the warrior was dead, merely a corpse manipulated by the wild nature of vengeance.

The other orc warriors were still wreaking havoc on the fallen titan's body, but Aggramar paid them no heed.

In the raging storm of fel magma spewing from the cracked skin wounds, many brave orc warriors were burned to ashes without uttering a sound.

"Margok! How long are you going to wait?"

Having avoided being burned to death thanks to the powerful fire resistance granted by Gorehowl, Garrosh frantically slashed at Aggramar's stone neck while roaring at the ogre chieftain who was still charging up in the distance.

damn thing!
I know that noble mages need warriors to help buy time, and I'm willing to take on my duty at this critical moment, but you damn well better throw out that damn spell now, or we warriors are really doomed!

"What's the rush! We still need a little while."

Margok floated in an exaggeratedly heavy arcane echo, its two heads visibly tense and bearing immense pressure. The dozen or so ogre wizards around it, who served as nodes through which it drew power from the arcane force, also bore the same pressure, blood flowing from their eye sockets and nostrils.

The ogre leader replied impatiently, saying it had no interest in arguing with that idiot Khan, Little Roar.

Today, the Arcane Force has temporarily unlocked a series of mythical-level super-magical properties for arcane mages. Margok knows very well that if he wants to effectively kill a life form of Aggramar's level, he must at least activate all of those super-magical properties in order to turn the impossible into the possible with his arcane mastery.

This is god-slaying!
To understand the pressure Margok was under, you need to understand just how difficult the job was.

Gods may not have maximum physical resistance, but their resistance to mortal magic is absolutely top-notch. Magic that isn't sharp enough simply can't penetrate the body of a fallen titan. What good would such a tickling attack do to the current situation?

It's far better to cut off one finger than to injure all ten!
The ogre leader was very confident in this regard, but when Aggramar hurled the charred black pawn at him, Margok's heart sank.

These roadside cranes are unreliable!

The work that was supposed to be done in time was never completed.

It sighed inwardly, watching as the Fallen Titan swung its sword in its direction. Even though it was unwilling, it had no choice but to throw out the unfinished "God-level Arcane Tear".

"This level of spell isn't enough to harm Him! Draenor won't be satisfied, and if He's not satisfied, we'll all be in trouble! Keep charging up!"

At that very moment, a sharp screech interrupted Margok's actions.

Amidst the swirling black raven feathers, old Anzu, who had stealthily followed, finally emerged from the darkness. Anzu, too, was a life form of Draenor, and naturally, it sought revenge; a spirit born directly from the ecosystem could not escape its duty.

It knew it couldn't withstand Aggramar's brutal attacks, but now it wasn't a matter of whether it could withstand them or not.

Ansu unleashed his Shadow Power, projecting his illusions across the sky. This little trick couldn't fool the Titans, and the burning Tayshark slammed down precisely on Ansu's true form, causing the Midnight Raven God to frantically hide in the shadows in his impending death illusion, like an eel constantly burrowing into the mud to try and hide.

But as the burning sword slid down, Ansu's hiding place was cleanly and decisively shattered.

A burning "firebird" flew away with a scream.

As it turns out, Ansu's self-awareness was very accurate; it could withstand the attack, but only one sword strike was its limit.

How dare you hurt it!

However, after Ansu was administered, Rukhma, the "husband-loving maniac," couldn't take it anymore.

The plan was for Rukhmar to hide and wait for the ogre chieftain's arcane tear to severely injure the fallen titan before Rukhmar, who was not afraid of fire, would appear to fight. However, just as Anzu was being beaten to the brink of death, the Sun Spirit roared and charged out.

It flapped its wings against Aggramar's large face and tore at it with its fiery claws.

Faced with the cosmic flames spewed by Aggramar, the Sun Spirit neither dodged nor avoided them. It was a noble being immune to fire attacks, much stronger than Anzu, a god of the wilderness who had no mythical characteristics whatsoever.

Undeterred by the flames, Rukmar gouged out Aggramar's right eye with his claws before Aggramar could smash him away.

This finally inflicted effective damage on the Fallen Titan.

The Fallen Titan, feeling the pain, became even more ferocious. He roared and grabbed Garrosh from his shoulder, slapping him to the ground like a swatter. Garrosh immediately coughed up three liters of blood and only survived thanks to the blessing of the Lightforged and the Heart of Wrath.

The other orcs were screaming and crying as they were burned by the flames unleashed by the Fallen Titan, while the powerful demons summoned by Yorin Deadeye dared not approach. When they saw Aggramar, they gouged out their own eyes and burned themselves on the spot.

They would rather commit suicide than raise a weapon against the Fallen Titans.

But a man stood in the way of Tayshark, who was about to annihilate everyone. Samuro, the chieftain of the Fireblade, carrying an ancient battle banner, held his Ruby Blade in a unique pose.

Like the most outstanding warrior, he faced the slashing Tessarak head-on, and under his unwavering gaze, the swordsmanship he had gleaned from the incomplete "mythical heritage" once bestowed upon him by the Vigilant was finally unsheathed.

Based on the visualization of the Black Moon Slash of the God of War, and combined with the samurai way of the Fireblade Clan, the final sword tore apart the cosmic fire surging from Tessarak.

That sharp red light was like a bewitching crescent moon. The moment Samuro sheathed his sword, the blade in his hand shattered with a crack, and at the same time, a hideous battle scar flashed across the Fallen Titan's neck.

Then, an enormous amount of fel blood gushed out like a waterfall.

Completely exhausted, Samuro couldn't escape the fel magma's coverage. It was Garrosh who rushed over and shielded him from the deadly burning, dragging the orc's most outstanding warrior out of danger.

At this point, after half of the orc raiding party had been wiped out, Margok's divine arcane tear was finally completed.

Amidst the ogre chieftain's screams of agony as he endured immense pressure and gushed blood, a bolt of platinum arcane lightning, like a blade drawn from its sheath, struck Aggramar's arm as he swung his sword once more.

The scorching rocks were shattering and cracking, and were hurled by spells that applied at least seven mythical supermagical properties in one go, much like the ultimate ascending effect of "Great Disintegration". Before Margok fell unconscious, it was satisfied to see the Fallen Titan have one of its arms removed.

"This is my last bit of support; the rest is up to you."

Margok said, spitting out blood.

The one-armed Aggramar roared as he tried to crush the stubborn ants, but he didn't notice that in the lava behind him, after the self-sacrifice of the seven forest spirit sages, the charred black soldier rose once again and gripped his withered oak axe once more.

Perhaps because the roots within his body had been completely burned away by Aggramar, Brox felt his mind become much clearer.

He knew he couldn't possibly leave here alive.

But the rampaging Fallen Titan before him was the most perfect enemy he could find at the end of his life, so let him die as a warrior.

Black Soldier dragged his battle axe across the scorching lava, much like Aggramar's deadly charge-up. The battle axe ignited as it sliced ​​through the lava, much like the reflection of himself in Broxigar's blood-red eyes.

A warrior on the verge of self-destruction, a soul set ablaze!
The desire to die has been activated.

He would offer up all his life, spirit, and existence as fuel in exchange for the unleashing of supreme power.

He might only have one chance, but he would never miss it.

Surprisingly, after temporarily escaping the manipulation of the World Tree Tayara, regaining consciousness, and then dying as the cursed life burned away, Black Pawn remained unusually calm.

His anger had reached its peak, and he should have roared to vent it.

but no.

His gaze was cold, his face calm, as if he were not walking towards death himself. In this moment of impending death, all that swirled in his mind was his own life.

His own brother, his own wife, his own children.

And all that he did in Draenor following the Blackhand Warchief.

That was a mistake, and he has lived to this day to atone for that mistake.

He finally realized clearly why he had come here, and he finally knew what he had to do to end it all.

Finally, he found and embraced his own sense of morality once again.

This time, the power eruption is no longer for victory, but for the pursuit of peace that will come after the demons' defeat. Victory is meaningless to a man destined to die.

The moment the Black Soldier gripped the burning oak axe with both hands, he saw a horde of greenskins roaring as they charged into the battlefield.

The one leading the group was his brother, Valrock.

The Greenskins took over from the sons of Draenor, who suffered heavy casualties, and took on the desire for revenge from the world's will.

Valrock also saw his brother emerge from the flames.

He knew what his brother was about to do, so he swung his battle axe and leaped toward Aggramar. Although he was slashed away by Tayshark the next second, that momentary delay was enough to give the Black Pawn the perfect opportunity to kill him.

Aggramar is turning back!

Garrosh, severely burned, struggled to his feet. With Rexxar's help, he was spun around three times and thrown like a human cannonball at the burning giant. Gorehowl roared once more, and the two orcs, old and young, unleashed their last strength at the same fallen god with almost identical postures and steps.

This is not just the world's revenge.

At least their reasons for coming here weren't solely based on these personal grudges, but in any case, Draenor's revenge has finally arrived after tens of thousands of years! Meddling Aggramar, accept this punishment that transcends time!

The revenge of life is always savage and cruel, devoid of any sense of integrity or morality.

Only when the perpetrator falls will this ancient feud be put to an end, and only when the ancient wrath dissipates will the world be able to unload its burdens and move forward with ease.

Today, it is not only Argus who will be freed.

(End of this chapter)