The "cursed life" of Black Pawn is fed by World Tree of Draenor.
It is the last creation of wild nature, and its Life Force is difficult to measure with concepts that mortals can understand.
Brox's life has been connected with World Tree a long time ago, and both parties "share the health bar". Therefore, after Brox activates Death Wish's suicide skill of burning life in exchange for power, the temporary power he can exchange by burning life is equally astonishing.
At least at the moment when the black pawn flew up and chopped at Aggramar, the lush branches and crown of Talaya, the world tree in Draenor in the distance, switched to the "late autumn leaf falling" mode without any warning at this moment.
All the life has been extracted from the fallen leaves, and they have turned from green to withered yellow. The bare and ugly trunk represents that Tayara poured his huge life into this blow of Black Pawn.
That was Brox swinging an axe, but it was also the last blow of the gone wild nature to the enemy after death!
It spans time and space and symbolizes the burst of the most extreme, chaotic and crazy power in the field of life.
The force echo caused by the release of this blow even alarmed Elune.
White Lady was using his moonlight to shine on Diakum and Argus as they went to find Sargeras for a fight. When he sensed the wild and natural roar, Moon Goddess suddenly shed his moonlight on the place where Aggramar was fighting.
The moonlight came at just the right time.
The life force in Cold Moon burst out with tenacious vines, extending out countless branches as if the tree world had descended, suppressing Aggramar who tried to raise his sword.
Even though it was only for a few seconds that Fallen Titan broke away, but one second before he could make an effective counterattack, Brox in front of him and Garrosh behind him, the tomahawks burning with different flames slashed into his head one after another.
Gorehowl's bombardment split Aggramar's burning battle helmet into two, and Black Pawn's burning ax then fell, splitting into Aggramar's head like a rock.
Although it could not be completely exploded in two, this terrifying blow was quite fatal even to the fallen god.
In the next moment, Black Pawn was swatted away like a fly by the painful Aggramar with Taeshalach, and like a meteorite falling, it fell into the burning magma that exploded due to Fallen Titan's anger.
Little Hellscream Khan, who has no family status, is also promising, and he actually experienced the same treatment as the "God of Warrior"!
But Lord Khan always gives some preferential treatment.
In a semi-conscious state, his good brother Yorin Death-Eye dragged Demon Armor out of the magma in embarrassment. Fortunately, Rukhmar had quick eyesight and quick hands to apply a blessing of flames to these two guys. Otherwise, the temperature of Aggramar's cosmic flames would have been enough to burn them to ashes in an instant.
Aggramar Look back.
At this time, Fallen Titan only had one arm and one eye left, with a rotten Oak Axe chopped into it on his forehead. With this axe, Draenor's wild nature was able to blast the most vicious spiritual attacks into Aggramar's chaotic mind, forcing his past memories to burst out under this pressure.
In this state of physical damage and mental trauma, let alone fighting, it was difficult for him to even defend himself.
To be honest, it is difficult for such an embarrassed god to be respected by this group of mortals who came with the goal of "killing him". Varok got up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and took a battle ax from Black Scar Chieftain Nazgrel beside him.
He stared at the roaring Aggramar, and glanced at the brown skin and Green Skins Orcs beside him, as well as those Ogres and Arakkoa.
He felt he should say something.
But seeing the tragedy of his brother's death made Varok lose interest in making all war speeches, so the green-skinned warlord raised his battle ax and said briefly:
"Follow me and complete the revenge of killing gods! In the name of Draenor."
"Ouch!"
The war cries of the Orcss resounded throughout the Temple of Cosmic Fire. Under the protection of Rukhmar, they bravely stepped across the burning ground, like ants rushing towards an elephant, trying to gnaw a piece of meat from this giant.
Aggramar also noticed his own embarrassment. He inserted Taeshalach into the ground and called on the power of the cosmic flames. In the explosion of high-temperature fire, those cosmic flame elements were shaped to serve as Aggramar's guards and defend Fallen Titan from this group of wanton ants.
However, the Shamans of Orcs also stood up at this moment.
Under the leadership of the blind prophet Drek'Thar, they used elemental rituals to try to temporarily enslave these flame creatures that far exceeded the ordinary concept of elements.
This is difficult.
It's really hard!
Drek'Thar Master Shaman, who has reached the ultimate in the way of elements, is not completely sure that he can't restrain the ferocious element born in Primordial Fire. Just as he gritted his teeth and tried his best, a familiar voice sounded in his ears:
"That's not the case. It's an extraordinary flame. You have to pray to the equally extraordinary Lord of Elements for help! Pray to the sun, to Sun God, who shines on all living beings."
"Ner'zhul?!"
Drek'Thar exclaimed in surprise at this moment.
He did not have normal human vision, but at this moment he could see the Ancestral Spirit people around him who were walking out of the blazing storm through the wonderful ancestral vision.
Ner'zhul led Shaman and Ancestral Spirit appeared beside them, riding the totem together with the living people, praying to Sun God, God An'she was very generous and generously gave the elemental power from the sun, allowing Drek'Thar and his Shamans to quickly restrain the cosmic flame element released by Aggramar.
Without the obstruction of these guys, other Warriors can rush to Aggramar's broken body and wildly destroy the twisted shell of Fallen Titan.
The scene was like zombies swarming and climbing over a city.
Warrior in the front was burned to death and smashed to death. Their best efforts would most likely be repulsed by a wave of Aggramar's hand, causing almost zero effective damage, but Warrior in the back still inherited the will of the deceased and continued upward.
Such a wild and fierce death would naturally attract the attention of Shadowlands, so soon, in the roar of the sinister wind, the belated Great Chieftain Blackhand finally led the undead of Orcs into this god-killing war.
Drek'Thar even saw Grom!
He swore he was not mistaken.
The father of Little Hellscream followed the struggling Little Hellscream as Ancestral Spirit, constantly spurring him on and scolding his incompetent good-for-nothing son, teaching him how to use Gorehowl more correctly, and teasing his silly son for actually being able to win the love of two distinguished ladies.
This is really smoke coming out of the Hellscream family's ancestral grave.
Back!
They are all back, no matter what form Orcs exists in, they all responded to the call for this battle.
And Aggramar.
Aggramar tried to pull out Taeshalach, but the cunning Blackhorn used Khaz'goroth's Hammer to shape a thick mountain rock, completely covering the Titan divine sword inserted in the ground layer by layer, blocking Aggramar's ability to take it out.
Blackhorn endured the terrifying pressure and Taeshalach's resistance. He used the holy hammer to manipulate the ley lines and managed to transfer the Titan Artifact outside of Burning Throne despite being seriously injured.
As one of the dragon leaders serving World Mother, Blackhorn is very aware that his World Mother is already preparing for what will happen after she wakes up.
Supreme Star Soul previously begged for Argus's star sickle in order to collect weapons for himself to use after awakening, but how can Argus's Crimson Star Scythe compare to the legendary Titan magic weapon like "Taeshalach"?
Blackhorn, whose scales were mostly burned away by the flames of space, has made a decision.
It wants to hand over the Taeshalach it has "haired" to the fastest Blue Dragon Little Star, and tells her to send it back to Azeroth as soon as possible and present it to Supreme Star Soul, in order to express its gratitude to World Mother for its protection and acceptance of the dragons who have made mistakes.
It's better now.
Aggramar Even the weapons were disarmed by the damn Orcs land reclamation group using evil methods and Mao left.
He swung his one arm to block the oncoming God-killers. He kept staggering back and was still being hit continuously. It was like a crippled BOSS even though his health bar was on. How could he be let go by the footmen?
Therefore, under the simultaneous attention of the moonlight and the sun, the burning Cosmic Giant Aggramar is like an elephant besieged by ants.
Little by little, He was "swamped" by the Sons of Draenors.
This killing of gods lasted for a long time. After nearly twenty minutes, Aggramar's "blood bar" was finally emptied by the indiscriminate bombing.
His ferocious fallen body has been turned into fragmented high-temperature flame stones. The broken body is leaning on the edge of the cosmic temple. The burning flames in his eyes have been extinguished, which means that the Cosmic Soul contained in this body has been released.
Pantheon was summoning Him, causing Him, who had just escaped the restraints of Fel and became weak, to soar in the direction of his compatriots. But before leaving here, Aggramar looked at Black Pawn who was lying next to the magma pool.
Black Pawn was also lying there, looking at Him when he was dying.
Aggramar nodded to this mortal Warrior, and then Dispersion stood in the glow of the universe. Before Brox could understand such respect, a large, dark face appeared in front of his eyes.
"Maldraxxus has rushed to greet you, my Warlord."
Great Chieftain Blackhand leaned on the war hammer and said to Brox who was only breathing:
"Come with me!
Stop accepting the ridiculous restrictions of World Tree. That is not the ending that Warrior deserves, and you have completed "Killing Gods". My powerful brother, the distinguished Primus, wants you!
You will inevitably become another rising myth of Shadowlands."
Just when Blackhand stretched out his hand towards Brox, a ray of moonlight suddenly enveloped Black Pawn. The cold moonlight ignited Blackhand's dirty paws, making Great Chieftain take a step back, and then glared at the moonlight.
He roared:
"Life also wants to snatch people from the hands of death? White Lady! You have to think clearly, Brox·Saurfang's soul must belong to Shadowlands!
This is what Primus said personally."
"But his life form determines that he is destined to life. The talent and potential he showed on the road to Warrior prove that he should have been the "God of War" in the field of life."
Due to the summons of Ms. Elune, Night Warrior, who had just helped the human side defeat Fallen Titan Khaz'goroth, was dispatched here. The exhausted Neri appeared from the moonlight. She waved the war blade, representing the will of Moon Goddess, and declared unquestionably:
"Orcs is originally the creation of Life Force. Therefore, this soul belongs to the life Holy Domain."
"Then let's start the war!"
Blackhand said angrily:
"Death Force cannot be provoked."
"Shut up, you idiot."
Neri scolded:
"White Lady only said that this soul belongs to the realm of life. It did not say that he cannot return to death, but Brox·Saurfang cannot go to Primus. He must go to Ardenweald and be taken care of by Winter Queen himself."
"This"
Blackhand didn't react for a while, but then he realized that this was just a "left hand and right hand" trick.
Winter Queen will definitely reshape Brox into an immortal spirit like Wild God, and then after Soulseed Garden's resurrection, Black Pawn will eventually return to the realm of life. Damn it, while Death Faction is expanding its military power, the realm of life has also begun to start an "arms competition."
Isn't it enough for you to have Night Warrior?
Do you have to bring our Orcs and God of War together to be satisfied?
However, White Lady has already reached this point. Blackhand knows that he cannot handle such a matter at his level, so he can only report it to his superiors.
During this gap, Little Hellscream and Varok came to Brox.
Black Pawn was speechless. He could only hold his brother's hand and signaled with his eyes that he must take good care of his family. Then he looked back with difficulty to Little Hellscream, who was half-kneeling next to him, and pointed at the bloody and decayed Oak Axe.
He didn't say anything, but he seemed to have confessed everything.
"I'll take it back and give it to Dranosh!"
Little Hellscream patted his chest and promised:
"In the name of Mag'har Khan, I will definitely help your son become the most outstanding Orcs warrior! Just like you, your story will be remembered by all Mag'har Orcs, and the entire Draenor will know that you helped us complete World Will's revenge."
"No, that's not what he wants to tell you."
Neri sighed and said:
"He wants to tell you that he has paid off Orcs's debt! You will not owe World Tree Taya'la anything in the future. He wants you to use that tomahawk to send him to rest in peace, and not to let him return to Eternal Life's numb life.
That really shouldn't be the ending of Warrior."
"Go ahead."
Varok suppressed his sadness and said to Little Hellscream:
"You are the Khan of Orcs, and it is most appropriate for you to send my brother off on his last journey.
He is the "God of War" of our era, and you will become the God of War of the next era.
This is a necessary inheritance.
But don't make the same mistake we did. You have to know what you want to do with power, rather than blindly pursuing power itself. Without any moral power, you can only become an accomplice of evil."
"I already knew this."
Little Hellscream bared his teeth, gripped the decayed battle ax stained with the blood of Titan, and shouted in the tradition of Orcs.
As he raised his battle ax, he said:
"I guess that old guy Orgrim has prepared a beautiful cemetery for you in the Holy Mountain. You don't have to worry about your death. You have finished Warrior's life in the world of the living. It's time to go to the kingdom of the dead to create a new legend.
I wish you a good journey,"Black Pawn"Brox.
Watch us and protect us at the Other Side."
The battle ax fell, and Brox closed his eyes. There was no longer any desire or resentment, no more anger or agitation in his heart, only a peaceful calm.
He has lived enough.
Now he just wants to go to a place without so many wars to rest for a while, and then hit the road again.
O death that forgives all sin.
A sinner has come.
When Cosmic Soul of Aggramar opened his eyes in Pantheon Ruins, what caught his eyes was not the concerned gazes and inquiries of his brothers, but a battle taking place here.
The guardian leaned weakly on his throne. He didn't even have time to rest and sort out his confused consciousness when he heard the call of Norgannon next to him:
"Quick! Aggramar, activate your power and join this suppression! We cannot allow Aman'Thul to have the opportunity to open Zereth Ordus, he will definitely take the opportunity to jump in."
"What is that place?"
Aggramar was still a little confused about the situation, and he said doubtfully:
"Why suppress Aman'Thul? Isn't he the leader?"
"Not anymore."
Eonar stared at the familiar figure who was suppressed and fought by the "Queen's Trio" in front of her, and she replied in a cold and sad tone:
"The matter is very complicated. If you want to listen, I will tell you after everything is over, but now, you must regard him as a leader who made a big mistake. We must help mortals seal Aman'Thul and seal him permanently in Pantheon."
"Wait!"
Aggramar With a stir, He said loudly:
"But this seal is for Sargeras, how can we."
"Sargeras no longer needs the seal."
The Dreamweaver maintained the suppression of Arcane's power, then turned to look at the rhythmic sea of stars in the background of Pantheon, and said softly:
"Sargeras will face a defeat. Vigilant may have planned another ending for him. The seal will only delay the outbreak of conflicts, but what Sargeras needs is not suppression, but a clearer awareness of the heavy responsibilities he needs to shoulder in the next era.
Confession in His failure.
I hate to say it, but the series of problems caused by Aman'Thul are more serious than the sin of destruction of Sargeras. Alas, Pantheon was born from the noblest ideal and destroyed by the darkest betrayal.
Our era is finally over."
PS:
Will update 3+5 tomorrow.