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.

On the contrary, a strange power erupted in his remains.

It was the power of the ignited will, a power that only belonged to warriors. Waves of burning anger erupted in Brox's dying body, just like Aggrama burning all over his body before his eyes.

The orc stood up in the Fallen Titan's shaping force field. Every piece of skin on his body was covered in 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 again.

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

"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 our souls in hatred and anger,

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 try to 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 want 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 like this in the past, now, and in the future!

Cruel God!

Eat my sword!"

Brooks roared.

He finally did what he had always wanted to do but never did. 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.

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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 slaughter, no longer for victory, no longer for the eagle.

The moment Brooks gave up his life completely, he felt that the bottleneck leading to the next stage of being a warrior was suddenly released.

It's a pity that he no longer has a 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 @ is required.

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

Brox jumped into the air, almost becoming the embodiment of physical anger. Only Aggramar wielding the power was left in his eyes.

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 land of Shadowmoon Valley, Varok Saurfang and the five orcs beside him burst into tears like Thrall.

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

Blake looked at the sky in silence. At this moment, he did not make any "pirate jokes".
Chapter completed!