The End of the War of the Ancients

At this point, Sargeras's plan to invade Azeroth could be declared a complete failure.

By all rights, Sargeras should have been furious enough to fly into a rage. Yet after lowering his head to look at Broxigar, he unusually fell silent.

After a long while, he asked the completely immobile Broxigar, "Orc, what... is your name?"

"Bro... Broxigar Saurfang!" Broxigar said with a smile, coughing up blood as he spoke his name.

Sargeras nodded and straightened up.

Though the failure of the plan had infuriated him, the fact that he had asked Broxigar's name showed that Sargeras acknowledged this courageous orc. And it was not just Sargeras—the other demons of the Burning Legion likewise recognized his valor.

Recognition from an enemy was the greatest honor and medal a warrior could receive!

Thus, although Broxigar was still executed by Sargeras in the end, Sargeras unusually did not torture the orc's soul. Ner'zhul of later generations had been even stronger than Broxigar, yet the Burning Legion had tortured Ner'zhul until he could neither live nor die. The difference between the fates of the two was simply heaven and earth.

Furthermore, despite the plan's failure, Sargeras unusually did not hold anyone accountable. After Archimonde was driven back, he had been deeply uneasy, fearing Sargeras's punishment, but he ultimately passed through the ordeal unharmed.

It was not that Sargeras had changed his nature. Rather, from Broxigar's eyes, he realized that he had underestimated the resistance of Azeroth's mortal races. The Burning Legion's massive invasion had caused all the races of Kalimdor to unite against them. That was what Sargeras reflected upon.

Without punishing anyone, Sargeras left. But his covetousness toward Azeroth had not disappeared because of this. Although the portal was now closed, he still knew very well what was happening on the planet