Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 813, Section 26: The Death of the Warrior, the Death of the Titan

The Black Pawn's "Cursed Life" is nourished by the World Tree of Draenor.

It was the last creation of wild nature, and its vitality was beyond the comprehension of mortals.

Broxigarh's life had been connected to the World Tree for a long time, and the two "shared health bars". Therefore, after Broxigarh activated Death Wish, a suicidal skill that burns life to gain power, the temporary power he could gain by burning his life was also astonishing.

At least the moment the Black Pawn leaped into the air and slashed at Aggramar, the lush branches and canopy of the World Tree Taraja in Draenor, far away, switched to an "autumn leaves falling" mode without warning.

The fallen leaves, stripped of all life, had turned from lush green to withered yellow, while the bare, ugly trunk represented how Tayara had poured his immense life force into the Black Pawn's attack.

That was Brox swinging his axe, but it was also the last blow that the wild nature that had passed away delivered to its enemy after death!
It transcends time and space, symbolizing the eruption of the most extreme, chaotic, and insane forces in the realm of life.

The Force resonance triggered by this attack even alarmed Elune.

At this moment, Lady White was using her moonlight to illuminate Diakum and Argus as they went to challenge Sargeras to a duel. Sensing the roar of wild nature, the moon goddess suddenly showered her moonlight upon the battlefield of Aggramar.

The moonlight arrived at just the right moment.

The life force within the cold moon erupted from the spot, unleashing resilient vines that stretched out countless branches as if a tree realm had descended, firmly suppressing Aggramar, who was attempting to raise his sword.

Even though it was only for a few seconds before the Fallen Titan broke free, a second before He could launch an effective counterattack, Broxigar in front of Him and Garrosh behind Him, with their battle axes burning with different flames, cleaved into His head one after the other.

Gorehowl's blast cleaved Aggramar's burning helmet in two, and Black Soldier's burning axe then fell, splitting into Aggramar's skull like a mountain being cleaved.

Although it failed to completely shatter it in two, this terrifying blow was quite fatal even to a fallen god.

The black pawn was swatted away by Aggramar in agony with Teysarak like a fly, crashing into the burning magma that erupted from the wrath of the fallen Titan like a falling meteor.

The little Khan, who had no status in the family, has actually made something of himself, as he has received the same treatment as the "God of Warriors"!

But the Khan always showed some favoritism.

He was half-conscious when his good brother Jorin Deadeye, under the spell of the Enchanted Armor, dragged him out of the lava in a sorry state. Fortunately, Rukma quickly cast a Flame Blessing on the two of them, otherwise, the temperature of Aggramar's cosmic flames would have been enough to burn them to ashes in an instant.

Agramah turned around.

At this moment, the Fallen Titan had only one arm and one eye left, with a withered oak axe embedded in his forehead. With this axe, Draenor's Wild Nature was able to bombard the most vicious mental attacks into Aggramar's chaotic mind, forcing His past memories to erupt under this pressure.

With his body damaged and his mind traumatized, he would find it difficult to even defend himself, let alone fight.

To be honest, it was hard for this god, who had come with the goal of "killing Him," to respect him in such a disheveled state. Valok got up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and took a battle axe from the black-scarred chieftain Nazgrell beside him.

He stared at the roaring Aggramar, then glanced at the brown-skinned and green-skinned orcs beside him, as well as the ogres and ravens.

He felt he should say something.

But witnessing his brother's impending death extinguished Warlock's interest in delivering any war speeches. So, the green-skinned warlord raised his battle axe and said briefly:
"Follow me to exact the revenge of killing the god! In the name of Draenor."

"Ow!"

The war cries of the orcs echoed throughout the Temple of Fire of the Universe. Under Rukhmar's protection, they bravely stepped across the burning ground, like ants rushing towards an elephant, trying to bite off a piece of flesh from the giant.

Aggramar also noticed his predicament. He plunged Tayshark into the ground, invoking the power of the cosmic flames. Amidst the roaring of the intense heat, the cosmic flame elements were sculpted to serve as Aggramar's protectors, shielding the fallen Titans from these unruly ants.

However, the orc shamans also stepped forward at this moment.

Led by the blind prophet Drek'Thar, they attempted to temporarily enslave these fire creatures, who far exceeded the ordinary concept of elements, using elemental rituals.

It's hard.

It's really tough!

Even a shaman master like Drek'Thar, who had reached the pinnacle of the elemental path, wasn't entirely confident. He couldn't restrain the ferocious element born from the primordial flames. Just as he was gritting his teeth and trying with all his might, a familiar voice rang in his ears:

"No, that's not it. That's an extraordinary flame. You must pray to the equally extraordinary Lord of the Elements for help! Pray to the sun, to the sun god who shines upon all living beings."

"Ner'zhul?!"

Drexel exclaimed in surprise at that moment.

He lacked normal human vision, yet at this moment he could see, through the wondrous ancestral vision, the spirits of the ancestors emerging from the storm of flames around him.

Ner'zhul appeared beside them, leading the spirits of the shamans' ancestors. Together with these living beings, they rode the totem and prayed to the sun god Anther. The god Anther granted their request, generously bestowing upon them the elemental power originating from the sun, allowing Drek'Thar and his shamans to quickly restrain the cosmic flames unleashed by Aggramar.

Without these guys blocking their way, the other warriors could rush onto Aggramar's tattered body and frantically destroy the twisted shell of this fallen titan.

That scene looked exactly like a zombie horde climbing up a city.

The warriors in front were burned or crushed to death. Their best efforts would most likely be repelled by a single wave of Aggramar's hand, resulting in almost zero effective damage. But the warriors behind continued to advance, inheriting the will of the dead.

Such a wild and ferocious death naturally attracted the attention of the Shadowlands. Soon, amidst the howling of the cold wind, the long-awaited Blackhand Warchief finally led the orc undead into this war of god-slaying.

Drexel even saw Grom!
He swore he hadn't misread it.

The old man, in the spirit of his ancestors, followed the struggling Gromp, constantly urging and scolding his incompetent son, teaching him how to use Bloodhowl more correctly, and incidentally teasing his foolish son for winning the affections of two noble ladies.

This is truly a stroke of good fortune for the Hellscream family.

came back!
They have all returned, regardless of what form the orcs took; they have all answered the call to battle.

And Aggramar.
Aggramar attempted to pull out Tayshark, but the cunning Blackhorn used the Hammer of Khaz'goroth to create a massive mountain of rocks, completely covering the Titan sword stuck in the ground layer by layer, thus preventing Aggramar from taking it.

Despite enduring terrifying pressure and Tayshark's resistance, Blackhorn used the Holy Hammer to manipulate and transfer the ley lines, risking severe injury to move the Titan artifact outside the Burning Throne.

As one of the dragon leaders who serve Mother World, Blackhorn is well aware that Mother World is already preparing for what will happen after her awakening.

The Supreme Star Soul had previously asked for Argus's Star Scythe in order to collect a weapon for himself to use after awakening, but how could Argus's Crimson Star Scythe compare to the legendary Titan weapon "Tayshark"?

Blackhorn, whose scales had been mostly burned away by the cosmic flames, had made his decision.

It wanted to give the shaved-off Tayshark to the fastest blue dragon, Little Star, instructing her to send it back to Azeroth as soon as possible to be offered to the Supreme Star Soul, as a way of expressing gratitude to Mother World for protecting and accepting the dragons who had made mistakes.

This is just great.

Aggramar's weapons were disarmed by the damned orc raiding party using evil methods, and then they stole them.

He swung his one arm to block the relentless attacks of the god-slayers, staggering backward but still being hit repeatedly, like a BOSS with a health bar that was still severely damaged. How could the players possibly let him go?

Thus, under the simultaneous gaze of the moonlight and the sun, the burning cosmic giant Aggramar was like an elephant besieged by ants.

He was gradually "overwhelmed" by the sons of Draenor.

The god-slaying battle lasted a long time, nearly twenty minutes, before Aggramar's "health bar" was finally emptied in the relentless bombardment.

His hideous, corrupted body had been completely transformed into shattered, high-temperature flames. His broken body leaned against the edge of the cosmic temple, and the flames burning in his eyes had been extinguished, signifying that the cosmic soul contained within this body had been released.

The Pantheon was calling Him, causing Him, weakened from being freed from the shackles of fel energy, to ascend toward His kin. But before leaving, Aggramar's gaze fell upon the Black Pawn lying beside the lava pool.

The black soldier lay there, looking at Him in his dying moments.

Aggramar nodded to the mortal warrior and then vanished into the cosmic radiance. Before Broxigar could comprehend such respect, a large, dark face appeared before him.

"Maldraxxus has prepared a grand welcome for you, my overlord." Blackhand, leaning on his warhammer, said to the dying Broxigar.

Come with me!
Stop accepting the ridiculous constraints of the World Tree. That's not the end for a warrior. You've accomplished 'Godslaying,' my mighty brother. The esteemed Lord of War has specifically requested you!

You will surely become another rising legend of the Shadowlands.

Just as Blackhand reached out towards Broxigar, a beam of moonlight suddenly enveloped Black Soldier. The cold moonlight ignited Blackhand's filthy claws, causing the High Chieftain to take a step back before glaring angrily at the moonlight.

He roared:

"Life must be snatched from the jaws of death? Ms. Bai! You need to think this through. Broxigar Saurfang's soul must return to the Shadowlands!"

This was said by the Lord of War himself.

"But his life form determined that he was destined to be connected with life, and the talent and potential he showed on the path of a warrior proved that he was meant to be a 'war god' in the realm of life."

Summoned by Lady Elune, the Moon Goddess of War, who had just helped humanity defeat the fallen Titan Khaz'goroth, was dispatched here. A weary Neri emerged from the moonlight, brandishing her battle blade, and declaring unequivocally, representing the will of the Moon Goddess:

"Orcs are creations of the life force; therefore, this soul belongs to the Sanctuary of Life."

"Then let's fight!"

The Black Hand said angrily:
"The Force of Death cannot be challenged."

"Shut up, you idiot."

Nari scolded:
"Lady White only said that this soul belongs to the realm of life, not that he cannot return to death, but Broxigar Saurfang cannot go to the Lord of War's command. He must go to Ardenweald and be cared for by the Queen of Winter herself."

"This"

The mastermind didn't react for a moment, but then realized it was just a trick of "shifting from one hand to the other".

The Queen of Winter will surely reshape Broxigar into an immortal spirit like the God of the Wilds, and then, after being resurrected in the Garden of Spirit Seeds, Black Pawn will eventually return to the Realm of Life. Damn it, while the Death faction is expanding its military strength, the Realm of Life has also begun an "arms race".

Isn't having the Moonlit War God enough for you?
Are you only satisfied if you take our orcish war god with you?

However, since Ms. Bai had already made her point, Black Hand knew that he was not up to the task at his level and could only report to his superiors.

During this brief interval, Garrosh and Valok came to Broxigar's side.

Black Soldier could no longer speak, he could only hold his younger brother's hand and signal with his eyes that he must take good care of the family. He then turned back with difficulty to look at Little Roar, who was kneeling beside him, and pointed to the blood-stained, withered oak axe.

He didn't say anything, but it was as if he had confessed everything.

"I will take it back and give it to Dranosh!"

Xiao Hou patted his chest and promised:
"In the name of Mag'har Khan, I will surely help your son become the most outstanding orc warrior! Just like you, your story will be remembered by all Mag'har orcs, and all of Draenor will know that you helped us complete the revenge of the world's will."

No, that's not what he wanted to tell you.

Nelly sighed and said:
"He wants to tell you that he has paid his debt to the orcs! You owe the World Tree Tayara nothing anymore. He wants you to use that battle axe to send him to his rest, so that he won't return to his immortal but numb life."

That certainly shouldn't be the end for a soldier.

"Go."

Warlock, suppressing his grief, said to Grommash:
"You are the Khan of the Orcs, so it is most fitting that you send my brother off on his final journey."

He was the 'God of War' of our time, and you will become the God of War of the next era.

This is a necessary form of inheritance.

But don't repeat the mistakes we made. You need to know what you're acquiring power for, not blindly pursue power itself. Power without morality can only become an accomplice to evil.

"I already knew this."

Grommash bared his teeth, gripped his withered battleaxe stained with Titan's blood, and shouted in orc tradition.

As he raised the battle axe, he said:
"I bet that old Orgrim has already prepared a beautiful burial site for you on the Holy Mountain. You don't need to worry about what happens to you after your death. You've finished your life as a warrior in the world of the living, and it's time for you to go to the realm of the dead and start a new legend."

May you rest in peace, 'Black Pawn' Brox.

"Watch over us from the other side and shelter us."

The battle axe came down, and Brox closed his eyes. He felt no more desire or resentment, no more anger or agitation, only a peaceful tranquility.

He's had enough of living.

He just wants to rest somewhere less war-torn before continuing his journey.

O death, the forgiveness of all sins.

A sinner has arrived.

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When Aggramar's cosmic soul opened its eyes amidst the ruins of the Pantheon, it was not met with the concerned gazes and inquiries of its brothers, but rather with a battle taking place there.

The Guardian leaned weakly against his throne, barely able to rest and clear his groggy mind, when he heard Norgannon's call beside him:
"Quickly! Aggramar, activate your power and join this suppression! We cannot allow Aman'Thul to have the opportunity to open Zareodus; He will surely seize the chance to leap into it."

"What is that place?"

Agramah was still somewhat confused, and he said in bewilderment:

"And why suppress Amansur? Isn't He the leader?"

"Not anymore."

Aiona stared at the familiar figure before her, being suppressed and entangled in a fierce battle by the "Queen Trio," and replied in a cold yet sorrowful tone:
“The matter is complicated. If you want to hear it, I will tell you after everything is over. But for now, you must regard Him as a leader who has made a grave mistake. We must help mortals seal Aman'thul and imprison Him forever in the Pantheon.”

"and many more!"

Agramah shuddered and exclaimed:

"But this seal was prepared for Sargeras, how can we..."

“Sargeras no longer needs the seal.”

The Dreamweaver maintained the suppression of arcane authority, then turned to gaze at the rhythmic starry sea in the background of the Pantheon, and whispered:

"Sargeras will face defeat. The Vigilant may have already planned another ending for Him. Sealing will only postpone the outbreak of conflict. But what Sargeras needs is not suppression, but a clearer understanding of the heavy responsibility He needs to shoulder in the next era."

Let Him repent in His failure.

I hate to say this, but the problems caused by Aman'Thul are far more serious than Sargeras's sins of destruction. Alas, the Pantheon, born of the noblest ideals, destroyed by the darkest betrayals.

Our era has finally come to an end.

Ps:

There will be an extra 3+5 chapters tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)