Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1342 92. The world is dirty again, but mortals, it's really interesting

   Aggramar stands among the stars.

   He looked at the familiar world in front of him, ancient memories churning in his mind, reminding him of the last time he passed by.

   At that time, Draenor was still in the wild age when the world was born. The force of life exploded vigorously in this world, which seriously backed up the space for other forces to exist.

   This is a terrible hidden danger.

  The balance of the six forces is the basis for maintaining the order of the stars, and any imbalance of the forces can lead to serious consequences, even for the mildest of life.

  Draenor at that time was haunted by a swarm of forest spores born from life, which formed an extremely rare "life community" among the stars, and greedily spread over every inch of the land and every sea of ​​Draenor.

   They have even derived three groups of branches, and they want to turn the whole world into a land of life with brutal devouring, but the growth of plants needs nutrients, and this small world simply cannot supply this level of life consumption.

   At that time, Aggramar, who passed by the stars for the official business of the Pantheon, saw the dilemma of this small planet at a glance.

  If the plant community is allowed to continue to develop, within a few hundred years, this world will become a living life, and then starve to death among the stars due to lack of nutrients.

   Aggramar was not the Destroyer at that time.

   He heard Draenor's plea, and he decided to help it.

   Originally intended to restore the balance of life in this world by himself, but suddenly received a call from the Pantheon, saying that he had found the trace of the betrayer Sargeras.

   As the guardian of the Pantheon, Aggramar must go there.

   He could only use his own divine power to shape a huge elemental megalithic life before leaving and send it down to Draenor to fight against the uncontrolled growth of plant life.

   Then, He left.

   Then, he was defeated, captured by Sargeras in a shameful defeat, and shaped into what he is now after a thousand years of pain.

   Draenor was the last world Aggramar rescued as a titan.

   Here is like the turning point of His endless life.

From this point of view, there is indeed a "fate"-like relationship between Draenor and Aggramar, but unfortunately, after being "reborn" as the Destroyer, Aggramar has lost interest in all of this. .

   Sargeras was very "generous" to his former lieutenant.

  The Dark Titan did not erase Aggramar's will and memory. He is still what he once was, but after being transformed by fel energy, he is no longer him.

   Now that he sees this world transformed by himself right in front of him, the fallen titan can no longer make any waves in his heart.

   is like the strange state of death knights who have come back from the dead.

   The past is clearly in front of me, and those memories will come to my mind from time to time, but it is difficult for me to feel any more about those memories. It is like looking back at my past life as a bystander.

   But now Aggrama is not happy.

  The world of Argus, where he sits, was displaced from the other side of the stars, which would have seriously affected Sargeras' plan of destruction, and the Fallen Titan was angry at being fooled by a group of mortals.

   He decided to punish these weaklings who were unwilling to accept fate.

   Of course, another reason why the fallen titans were unhappy was that he saw the current Draenor, his rescue back then was effective, and the world was released from the blindly growing life force.

   As a Titan, he can see everything that happened in the past in this world.

   He saw the end of the age of plants, saw his loyal servants perish with the last plant spores, saw the rise of the magroons born from the rock, and saw the once again degenerated ogres wandering over the earth.

   He saw the residual life force shape the three gods of Draenor, saw the rise and fall of the arakkoa civilization, saw the spores who were unwilling to fail to shape the heart of the Everbloom Woodland to connect the world, and turned into the forest spirit to establish a wild civilization.

   He saw the orcs born after the third degeneration praying to the elements, and He also saw the war between the orcs, ogres and Magron.

   These are all necessary factors for the development of a world, and all these developments are in line with the Titans' view of the world's progress.

   Until, the fallen titans saw the draenei's landing, and saw the orcs being bewitched by demons to wash the whole world with war.

   At this moment, Aggramar's disgust for the world in front of him reached the extreme.

   Sure enough, Lord Sargeras was right.

   All life born in this era of material stars is flawed. Even if they are not corrupted by the pervasive void, they will do things that are extremely terrifying in the eyes of the Titans because of various temptations.

   The existence of these pathetic beings tarnishes the brilliance of the stars.

   Their destruction deserves no sympathy.

  Therefore, Aggramar summoned his long sword Taeshalak from among the stars. This saber that once belonged to the dark Titan Sargeras had long been broken, and he was only holding half of it.

   But the moment the war sword fell into the hands of the fallen titan, the crimson flames drawn from the Twisting Void wrapped the broken blade and formed a compressed and scorching flame blade in front of it.

   Its burning light overwhelms the stars in this region.

   Aggramar, who wore the Dark Titan helmet, raised Taeshalak expressionlessly, and he wanted to destroy this sad world that he had created with his own hands.

   "You've become filthy again."

   These are the last words the Fallen Titan leaves to Draenor.

  Last time, in the face of this filthy world, Aggramar chose to help, but this time, he decided to bring ultimate peace to this troubled and unworthy world.

   This may be the last "kindness" a Destroyer can give.

   It is better to die in your own hands than to be eroded by fel energy and become the abandoned child of the stars like the world of Argus.

   But just when Aggramar was about to use a powerful enemy breaker to smash this small world that was not even the size of his chest in front of him, a flame of flames flew and bloomed in front of his eyes.

  The roaring flame of the phoenix sky carried a white-haired orc warrior out of the sky, and only an elemental life like it can fly to such a high place in defiance of gravity and the rules of the world.

Behind it, Brox is holding the Ashbringer, and his left hand is full of five world rings of different colors. The power of the world from Draenor is shrouded in this old orc, making him look like Draenor's the messenger.

   In fact, if there is one more ring, it is more like a hero who can destroy the stars with the snap of his fingers.

   He looked at the terrifying and majestic fallen titan in front of him.

  The power of the latter made Brox unable to have the courage to resist. Even if he never gave in, he felt that he was as weak as an ant in front of such an existence.

   However, the appearance of mortals made the sword cut by the fallen titan pause for a while.

   Aggramar looked at the orc in front of him, a tired soul reflected in his burning pupils.

   "Please, let go of this world!"

  Blox shouted with all his strength:

   "A prophet told me that you shaped our world, you are our creator god, and everything in this world is related to you.

   Destroying one's own creation with one's own hands is not a pleasant thing for anyone.

   Please let it go! "

   Faced with this request, Aggramar was unmoved.

  These foolish mortals actually use their own minds to consider a Titan's choice.

   is really stupid.

   Their sight is too short-sighted to go beyond the sky above them, and naturally they cannot see the faces of the stars.

   Even when the Burning Legion is ravaging the stars and destroying the world every day, this material star is still giving birth to new worlds and new life.

  The demons appointed by Lord Sargeras are not just destroying.

   It's a delicate balance.

   They can't understand the necessity of destruction, and naturally they can't understand the grand wishes of Lord Sargeras and the importance of the mission they are currently carrying out.

   In such a large narrative, the existence of a small world simply does not matter.

  So, the silent Aggramar waved his sword again. He had no interest in explaining his actions to a mortal warrior, not to mention that this warrior was full of smells that he did not like.

   A butcher.

   Seeing Aggramar's sword slashing downwards, Brox's eyes widened, arousing anger for a moment, and the power from the five world rings exploded within him.

   pushed Brocks to roar and hold up the shining Ashbringer to pounce on the blade that was terrifying enough to pierce the world.

   In the next instant, the collision of light and flame erupted among the dead stars, turning into a throbbing shock of light that spread in all directions, and Brox blocked the sword cut by Aggramar.

   But just one touch made the old orc's body shatter, and the Ashbringer in his hand also shattered.

   This top-level holy light blade forged by mortals could not withstand the impact of a star-sea artifact like Taeshalak. It shattered with a groan, but the will of the weapon was desperately trying to protect itself.

The moment the    light dissipated, he had already become a blood man, and the old orc whose internal organs had been destroyed could only survive by the healing of the Eternal's Ring.

   But he blocked the devastating blow.

   This surprised Aggrama too.

   Although the sword just swung casually, it was enough to pierce the world.

   Although this orc is blessed by the power of the world, it is powerful enough to block his own sword.

   I underestimated him.

   and these powers in him

   The fallen titan let out a low laugh, he waved his left hand, and the five rings on Brox's fingers immediately detached, turning into a shining streamer in the scream and falling to the world below.

   The power of the world of these five rings originated from his shaping. This is the power he left in Draenor, and now it is being used by the creatures of Draenor against him?

   Funny!

   At the moment when Aggramar was forcibly stripped of the power of the world, the weak Brox immediately felt the arrival of death. Without the protection of the Eternal and the Seal of Immovability, the injury he just suffered was deadly enough.

   But under the gaze of the fallen titan, the orc did not die immediately.

   On the contrary, a strange force erupted in his remnant.

   That is the power of the ignited will, that is the power that belongs only to warriors, and a burst of burning anger erupts in Brox's dying body, just like Aggramar, whose whole body is burning in front of him.

  This orc stood up in the force field shaped by the fallen titan. Every piece of skin on his body was covered with blood, and the holy blade in his hand was also covered with dense cracks.

   But anger and light were shining, supporting the gray-haired old orc to get up again.

   This time, he didn't ask again.

   He raised his head and stared at the Titan of Destruction with his burning eyes. He roared in the manner of an orc:

   "We were created by you, born and grown in the world shaped by you, every day and night of every orc is a battlefield, we move forward according to your plan for us.

  We have only this one to go!

   In front of the demon army under your command, we can only continue to become stronger and survive! Continue to devour your own soul in hatred and anger, and continue to merge with those brutal things

  Look at the world!

   Creator!

   Check it out!

   It has gone through all the hardships just to survive, and so have we!

  If you are going to take away our existence, we will resist, we will fight.

   We will use the strength and courage that you, the creator, endow us with, to wield the sword against you, the god!

   The destruction you want is in your hands, and this is the answer I and my countrymen, me and my companions, me and my world deliver to your destruction!

  Go to hell, creator!

   You have never really defeated us, and you can't defeat us. It was so in the past, so it is now, and so it will be in the future!

   God of cruelty!

   Eat my sword! "

  Brocks roared.

He finally did what he always wanted to do but never did. His legendary power, Death Wish, was activated. This time, he didn't have the same reservations as when he competed with Dalaran and the Supreme Warrior. .

   He put everything about himself, his life, his soul, his will, his sins, his longing for the redemption. All of these were pressed into the next blow.

   He embraced death

   is only in exchange for the power to hurt a god, but this time the injury is no longer for slaughter, no longer for victory, no longer for war.

At the moment when   Brocks completely abandoned his life, he felt that his bottleneck to the next stage of the warrior was loosened.

  Unfortunately, he has no chance to move forward.

   He also doesn't want to live with the shame of the past.

   He is a warrior.

   He can only wash away his shame with the blood of his enemies and his own.

  Listen, the ancient honor of the orcs is calling.

   The Ashbringer in the hands of the old orc was screaming. The moment Brox jumped to Aggramar, it had already begun to melt and had already begun to burn.

The power of   's will transcends its own various materials, and begins to infuse anger recklessly to destroy its material existence.

   But it also knows that it is necessary.

   As a weapon, is there a more glorious moment than this sacrifice?

  Blox jumped into the air, and in his eyes, who had almost become the embodiment of real anger, only Aggramar wielding a sword remained in his eyes.

The    warrior has locked the target, and there is only one thing left to do

   In this sea of ​​stars

   Charge!

   "Boom"

A huge halo erupted outside the world, and the bright red light drowned everything like a newborn sun. On the ground of Shadowmoon Valley, Varok Saurfang and the orcs beside him were crying like Thrall. full face.

   They knew that it was the last outburst of a warrior and the last consecration of a sinful soul.

  Black looked at the sky silently.

   He didn't make any "pirate jokes" at this moment.

   He mourned this great sacrifice in silence, and behind him, Vindicator Maraad, who had always hated the orcs, bowed his head.

   He began to recite the scriptures of the Holy Light to see off the old orc with blood on his hands.

   Aside from the stars, Aggramar, who was still wielding his sword, was extremely ruthless. He glanced at his chest. A scratch stretched from his shoulders to his waist and abdomen, and blood that was hot like lava flowed out of it.

"It hurts"

   The Fallen Titan touched the wound.

   He wasn't actually hurt, at best his skin was cut open by a fruit knife.

   He looked at the fallen corpse in front of him, shook his head, stretched out his hand and flicked on the fallen corpse, sending him back to that filthy but perhaps a little hopeful world.

   Taeshalak disappeared in the flames, and the fallen titan turned and walked towards Argus without looking at Draenor.

   He has no interest in the destruction of today's day.

   And he was injured.

  I need to rest, and even Lord Sargeras can't ask for more in this scene. This sad world has survived while swinging its own sword

   Then keep it alive.

   When the fallen Titan dissipated and returned to the Burning Throne of the Argus world where he sat, he looked into the distance among the stars, and his low laughter echoed in this burning space.

   "Aman'Thul may be right."

   "These mortals. So funny."

   (end of this chapter)