Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Aggramar stands among the stars.

He looked at the familiar world in front of him, and ancient memories were tumbling in his mind, reminding him of the scene when he passed by here last time.

At that time, Draenor was still in the primitive barbaric era of the world. The Force of Life was booming in this world, seriously backlogging the space for other Forces to exist.

This is a terrible danger.

The balance of the six forces is the basis for maintaining the order of the stars. Any imbalance in the force will lead to serious consequences, even for the gentlest life.

At that time, Draenor was plagued by a group of forest spores born from life. They formed an extremely rare "life community" among the stars, spreading greedily across every inch of land and every sea in Draenor.

They even evolved into three branches, intending to turn the entire world into a place of life with brutal devouring, but the growth of plants requires nutrients, and this small world simply cannot supply this level of life consumption.

At that time, Aggramar, who passed by the stars on official business of the Pantheon, could see the plight of this small planet at a glance.

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

Aggramar was not yet the Destroyer.

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

He planned to personally restore the balance of life in this world, but suddenly received a summons from the Pantheon, saying that traces of the betrayer Sargeras had been discovered.

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

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

Then He left.

He was then defeated, captured by Sargeras in a humiliating defeat, and molded into what he is now over thousands of painful years.

Draenor was the last world Aggramar saved as a titan.

This is like a turning point in His endless life.

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

Sargeras was very "generous" to his former lieutenants.

The Dark Titan did not erase Aggramar's will and memory. He was still who he was before, but after being filled and transformed by evil energy, he was no longer who he was.

Now seeing the world transformed by him right in front of him, the fallen Titan can no longer create any waves in his heart.

It's like the strange state of the death knights who have come back from the dead.

The past is clearly in front of me, and those memories will come to mind from time to time, but it is difficult for me to have any feelings about those memories anymore, as if I am looking back at my past life as a bystander.

But Aggramar is unhappy now.

The world of Argus, where he sits, was moved here from the other side of the stars, which would have seriously affected Sargeras's plan of destruction, and being fooled by a group of mortals also made the fallen titan angry.

He decided to punish these weak people who were unwilling to accept their fate.

Of course, another reason why the Fallen Titan was unhappy was that he saw the current Draenor. His rescue back then was effective, and the world was released from the blind growth of the life force.

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

He saw the end of the plant age, saw his loyal servants die together with the last plant spores, saw the rise of the Magolons born from the rocks, and saw the ogres that had degenerated again wandering the earth.

He saw the remaining vitality shaping the three gods of Draenor, and saw the rise and decline of the arakkoa civilization. He saw the spores that were unwilling to fail shape the heart of the Evergreen Woodland to connect the world, and then transformed into forest spirits to establish a savage civilization.

He saw the orcs born after the third degradation praying to the elements, and he also saw the war between the orcs, ogres and Magolon.

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

Until, the Fallen Titan saw the landing of the Draenei and saw the orcs being bewitched by demons to wash the entire world with war.

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

Sure enough, Lord Sargeras was right.

All the lives born in this era of material stars are flawed. Even if they are not corroded by the all-pervasive void, they will do things that are extremely terrifying in the eyes of Titans due to various temptations.

The existence of these miserable beings tarnishes the glory of the stars.

Their destruction deserves no sympathy.

So Aggramar summoned his long sword Tesarak from the stars. This sword that once belonged to the Dark Titan Sargeras had long been broken, and he was holding only half of it.

But the moment the battle sword fell into the hands of the fallen titan, the crimson flames drawn from the twisted void enveloped the broken blade and created a compressed and scorching flame blade in front of it.

Its burning light overwhelms the stars in this star field.

Aggramar, wearing the Dark Titan's war helmet, raised Tesarak expressionlessly. He wanted to personally destroy this miserable world shaped by his own hands.

"You've become filthy again."

These were the last words the Fallen Titan left for Draenor.

Last time, in the face of this filthy world, Aggramar chose to help, but this time, He decided to bring the final peace to this troubled world that was not worth saving.

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

It is better to die in one's own hands than to be corrupted by evil energy and become an outcast of the stars like the world of Argus.

But just when Aggramar was about to use a powerful enemy breaker to crush the small world in front of him, which was not even the size of his chest, a wisp of flames danced and bloomed in front of his eyes.

The neighing flame phoenix sky carried a white-haired orc warrior out of the sky. Only an elemental life like it could fly to such a high place regardless of gravity and the rules of the world.

Behind it, Brox held the Ashbringer in his hand, and his left hand was filled with five world rings of different colors. The power of the world from Draenor enveloped the old orc, making him look like Draenor's. Just like the messenger.

In fact, if he had one more ring, he would be more like a hero who could destroy the stars with just a snap of his fingers.

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

The power of the latter made it impossible for Brooks to muster the courage to resist. Even if he never surrendered, he felt that he was as weak as an ant in front of such an existence.

However, the appearance of mortals caused the fallen titan's sword to pause for a moment.

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

"Please, let this world go!"

Brooks yelled at the top of his lungs:

"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 remained unmoved.

These stupid mortals actually used their own thinking to consider a Titan's decision.

How stupid.

Their vision is too short-sighted to see beyond the sky above them, and they cannot see the entire face of the stars.

Even when the Burning Legion is ravaging the stars and destroying the world every day, these material stars are still giving birth to new worlds and new lives.

The demons appointed by Lord Sargeras are not just destroying.

It's a delicate balance.

They cannot understand the necessity of destruction, and naturally they cannot understand the grand aspirations of Lord Sargeras and the importance of the mission they are currently performing.

In such a vast 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 didn't like.

Just a butcher.

Seeing Aggramar's war sword slashing downwards, Brox's eyes widened, and his anger suddenly aroused, and the power from the five world rings exploded in his body.

Pushing Brox to roar and hold the shining Ashbringer high, he pounced on the blade that was terrifying enough to pierce the world.

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

But just one contact caused the old orc's body to make an overwhelming sound of breaking, along with the Ashbringer in his hand.

This top-notch holy light blade forged by a mortal could not withstand the impact of a star-sea artifact like Tesarak. It screamed and fell apart, but the will of the weapon was desperately trying to preserve itself.

The moment the light dissipated, the old orc, who had become a bloody man and whose internal organs were destroyed, could only rely on the healing of the Eternal Ring to survive.

But he blocked the devastating blow.

This surprised Aggrama as well.

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

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

I actually underestimated him.

And these powers in him

The fallen Titan let out a deep laugh. He waved his left hand, and the five rings on Brox's fingers immediately detached, turning into shining streams of light and falling to the world below.

The power of the world of these five rings originated from his shaping. This was the power he left in Draenor. Now it is actually used by the creatures of Draenor against him?

ridiculous!

The moment he was forced to strip away the power of the world by Aggramar, the weak Brox immediately felt the arrival of death. Without the protection of the Eternal One and the Immovable Seal, the injury he just suffered was fatal enough.

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

Instead, a strange power erupted in his remains.

It was the power of the ignited will, a power that only belonged to warriors. A stream of burning anger erupted in Brox's dying body, just like the burning Aggrama in front of him.

The orc stood up in the force field created 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 pray.

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

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

This is the only way we can go!

In front of the demon army you command, we can only continue to become stronger and survive! Constantly devouring his own soul in hatred and anger, and constantly merging with those cruel things

Look at the world!

Creator!

Look at it!

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

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

We will use the strength and courage given to us by you, the Creator, to wield the sword against you, the god!

The destruction you desire is in your hands, and this is the answer that I and my compatriots, I and my companions, I and my world submit to your destruction!

Go to hell, Creator!

You have never really defeated us, and it is impossible for you to defeat us. It was like this in the past, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future!

Cruel God!

Eat my sword! "

Brox roared.

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

He put everything he had, his life, his soul, his will, his sins, and the redemption he longed for into the next blow.

he embraced death

Just in exchange for the power to hurt a god, but this time the damage is no longer for massacre, no longer for victory, no longer for war.

The moment Brox gave up his life completely, he felt that the bottleneck leading to the next stage of the warrior suddenly loosened.

Unfortunately, he has no chance to move forward.

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

He is a warrior.

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

Listen, the ancient honor of the orcs is calling.

The Ashbringer in the old orc's hand was wailing. The moment Brox jumped towards Aggramar, it had already begun to melt and burn.

The power of will transcended its various materials and began to infuse anger wantonly to destroy its material existence.

But it also knows that this is necessary.

As a weapon, could there be a more glorious moment for sacrifice than this?

Brox jumped into the air, almost becoming the embodiment of physical anger. All he could see was Aggramar wielding his sword.

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

in this sea of ​​stars

charge!

"boom"

A huge halo of light erupted outside the world, and the bright red light flooded everything like a newborn sun. On the ground of Shadowmoon Valley, Varok Saurfang and the five orcs beside him shed tears like Thrall. Full face.

They knew that it was the last outburst of a warrior and the last dedication of a sin-ridden soul.

Blake looked to the sky in silence.

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

He mourned this great sacrifice in silence. Behind him, Vindicator Maraad, who had always hated the orcs, also lowered his head.

He began to recite scriptures of the Holy Light and bid farewell to the old orc whose hands were stained with blood.

Outside the stars, Aggramar, who still maintained his sword-wielding posture, was extremely cold. He looked at his chest. A scratch extended from his shoulder to his waist and abdomen, and blood as hot as magma flowed out of it.

"It hurts"

The fallen titan touched the wound.

He was not actually hurt. At most, his skin was cut open with a fruit knife.

He looked at the fallen body in front of him, shook his head, reached out and flicked the fallen body, sending him back to that filthy but perhaps still hopeful world.

Te'sarak disappeared in the flames, and the Fallen Titan turned towards Argus without a second glance at Draenor.

He is no longer interested in destroying today.

And he was injured.

He needs to rest. Even Lord Sargeras can't ask for more in this situation. This miserable world survives when it swings its sword

Then keep keeping it alive.

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

"Aman'Thul may be right."

"These mortals are so interesting."