Brox could no longer remember how many times he had raised the battle-axe in his hand and brought it down viciously on the demon before him.
Around the orc, the corpses of all kinds of demons had already piled up like mountains.
The shore of The Well of Eternity had turned into a ring of battlefields, where an incomparably brutal struggle of offense and defense raged in full swing.
On an open patch of ground not far away, the elven mage named Elisande was using one hand to channel a sweeping Flame Storm while constantly waving the other, unleashing wave after wave of Arcane Barrage to kill any stragglers who came near her.
As for Divine Lord, he was currently battering Mannoroth the Destructor and his Pit Lord forces into submission. Those enormous, savage demons were being blasted back again and again by divine power.
Above The Well of Eternity, three circling Red Dragons carrying Krasus and his two companions suddenly dove, heading straight for the Dragon Soul.
But they failed, because another uninvited guest made a forceful entrance.
A thunderous roar, accompanied by an overwhelmingly oppressive presence, came from high above. The Black Dragon Aspect Neltharion burst through the clouds, flapped his enormous wings covered in elemental armor, and sped toward the Dragon Soul below.
At the same time, the other four Dragon Aspects, aside from the still-missing Dragon King of Time Nozdormu, had all arrived at The Well of Eternity with their elite kin.
Glancing at the diving Black Dragon King, Hu Feng chuckled. It seemed the Earth-Warder had still come after all.
Though now, Deathwing was a more fitting name for him.
The other four Dragon Aspects stared at Neltharion in shock. Madness filled the Black Dragon King's eyes, and his attention was fixed solely on the Dragon Soul below. He did not even spare a glance for his fellow Dragons.
Several Blue Dragons blocked Neltharion's path, intending to ask what was happening. Neltharion grabbed them, then violently tore them in half, spilling their organs everywhere.
"No one can take my treasure! The Dragon Soul belongs to me alone!"
Neltharion roared madly, then imperceptibly glanced at the Titan Divine Lord below, who was relentlessly beating down those Fel Energy fatso Pit Lords. When he saw that there was no intention of stopping him, he relaxed.
Then the Black Dragon King began ramming the magical barrier protecting the Dragon Soul with his massive body.
The armor covering him was breaking apart. Flames and magma erupted from his wounds, making the entire Dragon look overwhelmingly striking.
Neltharion had gone mad.
At that moment, an incomparably terrifying pressure erupted from the Fel Fire Portal by the Well, followed by an enraged roar.
"You insignificant insect, how dare you prevent me from descending upon this world?"
A bolt of Fel Flame shot out from the portal and slammed into Neltharion, instantly blasting him backward.
Yet moments later, Neltharion flew back in a rage and continued smashing into the barrier even more frantically.
"No one! Can! Take! My divine artifact!"
The crazed Black Dragon King's presence was unmatched across the battlefield for a time. Everyone present was stunned by his sheer madness.
Sargeras on the other side of the portal was utterly furious. He had yet to descend upon Azeroth, and the small bursts of energy he could send through the portal could still be endured by that lowly giant lizard many times over.
Krasus and his two companions rode their respective Red Dragons as they circled high in the sky, waiting for an opportunity.
That mad Dragon, Neltharion, had unwittingly taken on the role of a suicide assault force. Once he broke through the Fel Energy barrier protecting the Dragon Soul, the three of them planned to snatch the prize from the jaws of danger.
At that moment, two Fel Energy Eye Beams shot from one side of the palace, accurately striking a Pit Lord and blowing a hole straight through his chest.
Illidan and Tyrande had arrived as well, joining the battle.
And the main battlefield seemed to be growing livelier by the moment.
From the other side at the edge of the palace came a tremendous explosion, followed by the collapse of a section of wall.
Hu En Highmountain, the Tauren, emerged from the dust. He was rapidly swinging the Eagle Spear in his hand as he pursued a pack of desperately fleeing Felhounds. Behind the Tauren trailed a long line of ferocious Demon Guards, raising their enormous fel-fire axes as they tried to hack this beef man... cough, this Tauren to death.
Congratulations to Hu En for obtaining the achievement: [Ancient Train King]
This hero of the War of the Ancients would never know that, in the distant future, a miraculous dwarf would inherit his banner of fearless death-seeking and carry it forward once more.
As Hu En the Tauren led the demon horde he had pulled farther and farther away, the scene returned to the main battlefield by The Well of Eternity.
The situation here had already become a complete mess.
The Titan Divine Lord was slaughtering the elite demons surrounding him, though the slaughter did slow his advance.
The demons had naturally realized how formidable this mysterious powerhouse was, so they chose to fight Hu Feng with human-wave tactics, buying time for the Supreme Divine Lord's descent.
Neltharion was still madly slamming into the crumbling Fel Energy barrier. He was getting closer and closer to the Dragon Soul, while Krasus and his two companions waited anxiously.
Elisande and the others on the ground, along with the Dragon Aspects Legion in the sky, were also fighting bloodily and had no time to spare.
But time was running out.
Brox cleaved the demon before him to death, then raised his head and looked at the Fel Fire Portal by the Well.
On the other side, that incomparably enormous figure was drawing closer and closer to this world.
Sargeras was about to descend.
The Orc's mind suddenly became crystal clear. He decided to accomplish a feat unlike any before or after him.
This... should be the moment of his end.
To pursue a glorious battle, to seek a glorious death—at this moment, for Azeroth...
The orc warrior ran to his Dragon mount, swung himself onto its back, urged it into the air, and flew toward The Well of Eternity.
"It has been my honor to fight beside you. Farewell!"
The Orc's roar rang out.
"What are you doing? Brox, come back!"
Malfurion, who had just joined up with Illidan and Tyrande, looked toward the Orc riding away on his Dragon and shouted.
Then everyone present witnessed a scene that would be passed down for ten thousand years.
The orc warrior Brox leaped forward and jumped into the Fel Fire Portal.
He went to the demons' world on the other side.
Brox saw a shattered world completely corrupted and fallen to Fel Energy.
Argus.
This was the Burning Legion's lair. Endless armies stood ready at "Antorus, Burning Throne," passing through Portals to burn one world after another.
Compared with the number of demons here, the demon army that had already reached Azeroth was merely the tip of the iceberg, not worth mentioning.
The orc warrior tightened his grip on his two battle-axes and let out a hearty laugh.
He violently split the first Felguard to pounce at him in half, kicked the body aside, then faced the demon army ahead. Behind him stood the World of Azeroth portal he was determined to protect.
"I! Am Brox Saurfang!"
Great numbers of demons swarmed him. The orc warrior swung his battle-axes, unleashing a Whirlwind.
"I am a warrior of the Ragefire Clan! The blood brother of King Saurfang! A warrior of Warchief Thrall!"
Demon corpses piled up like mountains. The orc warrior was covered in wounds, and blood had already blanketed his green skin.
Then the Orc raised his head and saw that towering giant.
Sargeras was perfect and evil, with faint traces remaining of the supreme radiance he had once possessed as a Pantheon Titan.
The orc warrior launched his final attack. With all his strength, he hurled his battle-axe toward Sargeras.
"Feel the power of the Horde, demon!"
"Lok-tar ogar!"
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