Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

Arcane Missile, Arcane Barrage, Arcane Blast, Calmness and Firestorm.

Standing behind the Stormrage Brothers to support them, Ronin showed the world what a true spell fort is.

Krasus, who was paddling for a while, has been distracted to monitor the movement of the portal, and the increasingly intense fluctuations made the well-informed Krasus also start to beat faster.

The terrifying coercion from the other side of the portal made him tremble slightly as he looked directly at the portal. It was because the giant dragon at the top of Azeroth's food chain had never experienced instinctive fear before.

"No mistake, it must be Sargeras, he started trying to cross the portal."

The situation of multi-party melee caused Andrea a very headache. With stronger strength, Neltharion gradually suppressed the four guardian dragons, and he would glance at this side from time to time.

Illidan and Ronin alone can only block the impact of the eredar elite in a short period of time, and if it continues, it is only a matter of time before the demon breaks through the line of defense.

The arrows flying randomly on the battlefield made Andrea unable to find a suitable opportunity to complete the power accumulation of the Dragon Soul, and the Eredar who broke through the defense line at all times attacked him with the Dragon Soul bravely without fear of death.

"I can't go on like this!"

Andrea looked anxiously at the boiling Well of Eternity, the instinctive heart palpitations were not only felt by Krasus.

Both the demons and the night elves at the scene were clearly aware that Sargeras was trying to break through the defenses previously deployed by the Pantheon and enter Azeroth.

"We need to slow down Saragos' entry into Azeroth while dealing with the eredar attacks. Please buy me time to activate the dragon soul!"

Broxigar Saurfang, an orc veteran who has survived from the old Horde.

In order to create a new homeland for the ruined tribe in his hometown, he and his brother Varok Saurfang killed countless alliance soldiers, and even made a move that violated the glory of the orcs under the bewitching of the blood of the devil. Wrong thing.

Brooks is a strong-willed person. Although he will feel guilty for the crimes he committed, he will not regret it for the sake of the tribe.

As he grew older, Brooks could feel his physical ability decline rapidly, and he was losing his qualifications as a fighter.

According to the tradition of the orcs, warriors should die with honor on the battlefield, and dying in a hospital bed is an out-and-out shame for him.

However, before Brox and Ronin traveled, the Alliance and the Horde had just cooperated to repel the Burning Legion, and after paying a huge price, they killed Archimonde, who was so powerful that it was difficult to match.

Brox was lucky enough to survive the purgatory of Mount Hyjal. Neither the Alliance nor the Horde, who had temporarily entered the truce period, had any intention of provoking war. In a short time, he could not honorably end his life on the battlefield.

Accidentally traveling back to the period of the War of the Ancients, Brox always believed that this was an opportunity given to him by his ancestors. He had a very strong premonition that the moment of glory he had been looking for for a long time would come true here.

Brox, who was rushing to kill in the demon formation, was awakened by Andrea's words, and wiped the green blood sprayed on his face, Brox took a few breaths heavily.

Time is not forgiving, the aging Brooks can't compare with himself in his prime in terms of physical strength, but his experience is richer than when he was young and energetic, which is also the biggest reliance for him to survive the battlefield of Hyjal .

Turning his head to look at the portal, in the center of the frame made of evil energy, in the dark hole leading to an unknown space, something seems to be attracting him.

‘The spirit of the ancestors, has it finally come to this moment? '

Taking a deep breath, Brox finally used a whirlwind to kill the nearby demons, and jumped out of the battle circle under Ronin's surprised gaze.

"Brox?"

Although before the War of the Ancients, Ronin and Brox were hostile, but as a Dalaran mage, Ronin, who was deviant, had a relatively indifferent view of the division of camps.

Brooks has proved that he is not a cold-blooded butcher in the past few months, but a truly honorable warrior.

According to Luo Ning's understanding of Brooks, this old soldier is not someone who quit the battlefield before the battle. His actions at this time gave Luo Ning a bad feeling in his heart.

Brox turned to face the Well of Eternity, and said in a flat tone, "Ronin, Krasus, and Priest Tyrande, I am very honored to meet you on the last journey."

Tyrande, who was trapped in her own spiritual world, was awakened by Brox's words, and she looked at Brox in surprise with the meaning of farewell.

When Brox first traveled to this era, the night elves regarded this green-skinned alien, whom they had never seen before, as a monster and kept him locked in a cage. It was Tyrande who persuaded the people to release him.

Since then, Brox, who has clear grievances and grievances, has always been grateful to Tyrande. He wants to repay Tyrande's kindness, and now is the most suitable time.

He carried the oak battle ax blessed by Cenarius on his shoulder with his right hand, and swung his left hand back freely.

"I'm about to set off to pursue my final glory. Everyone, please survive this catastrophe."

Rhonin finally realized what the old orc was going to do "Wait, Brox!"

"Ronin."

Krasus pressed Ronin's back and let him continue to face the battlefield. "Don't look back! Complete your mission. You know Brox's character and what he has always pursued. Let him go."

Brox clenched the oak battle ax tightly in his hand, his strong muscles tensed, his powerful thighs suddenly exerted force, and he jumped high to the center of the portal, starting the last heroic jump in his life.

"Lok'tar Ogar!"

Watching Brooks charge into the portal with his battle ax high, the more emotional Ronin's eyes quickly became bloodshot.

"hateful!"

Under the leadership of Krasus, Ronin vented his anger on the demons of the Burning Legion. Instant Pyroblast and overwhelming arcane barrage suppressed the aura of Eredar wizards for a while.

Andrea witnessed the last moment of the tribal hero with his own eyes, and was silent for a few seconds before praying for him in his heart.

‘May you return to the embrace of your ancestors as you wish. '

Looking at Tyrande, seeing her looking forward and backward, Andrea, who had just bid farewell to the hero, was out of breath.

Mannoroth continued to approach the Well of Eternity despite Malfurion's countless lightning strikes.

If this brave warrior is allowed to break through Malfurion's spell blockade, it is still a question of whether the people present can defeat him.

"then!"

Suddenly throwing the Dragon Soul to Tyrande, while she was in a hurry to maintain her balance, Andrea approached suddenly and tore the Tears of Elune from Tyrande's neck.

"Since you dare not take the risk of using the Tears of Elune, I will do it. The task of activating the Dragon Soul is entrusted to you."

Not to mention pouring his own shadow energy into this Pillar of Creation, Elune's Tears was stimulated by external energy, and immediately took the initiative to absorb energy from Andrea like a whale.

"You're not kidding, are you?!"

Xalatas' unbelievable voice suddenly sounded in Andrea's mind, "Although this artifact has a very powerful amplification effect, the energy it absorbs is not a joke. If you can't stand it..."

"I know."

Holding the Tears of Elune tightly, feeling her own energy being gradually amplified inside the Tears of Elune during the process of absorbing it, Andrea said firmly, "But some things always need someone to stand up and do it. ! Just like the choices Brooks made."