"Something fell!"

Aggramar's disappearance in the fire left everyone in Draenor breathless.

No matter who it was, everyone felt lucky to have survived today's disaster. Even the most sincere paladins had to admit that they had saved a life today.

But soon, the sharp-eyed Kael'thas pointed at the sky and shouted.

Blake, who had looked mournful just now, instantly opened his eyes, and a flash of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.

There is no doubt that this bad guy hatched another damn plan in an instant.

His figure disappeared in an instant, flickered again in the sky, grabbed something that fell from the sky, and spread his handsome and wide bat wings to swoop down to the ground.

As he landed, everyone rushed to save Brox Saurfang.

But unfortunately, the old orc who had stabbed a god in the front was dead. What Blake brought back was not so much a corpse as a black skeleton.

It's too awful.

There was no good spot on Brox's body. The blood in his body was evaporated by Aggramar's divine flames, and his skin and bones were burned to a shocking degree.

Only the cheeks are still intact.

The old orc maintained his fierce, angry attitude until his death, and even looking at this expression, one could feel the cry he made during the final blow.

"Plop"

With tears streaming down his face, Varok Saurfang knelt beside his brother's body. This old warrior, who had always been known for his bravery and perseverance, no longer concealed his weakness at this moment.

Behind him, Brox's daughter Sola fell into a coma on the spot.

Even the fat, shameless Warchief Red knelt down on one knee with respect. This was also the choice of all the orcs. They were using this method to show respect to Brox.

This is definitely the most powerful warrior and greatest hero ever born in the history of the orcs. If the craziest Grom Hellscream is here,

He could only reluctantly acknowledge the achievements of this old immortal warrior.

That was a great achievement that he could never achieve.

Brooks faced the gods directly and saved a world. He even chopped the gods. Hell, if this was a glorious achievement, this old guy Brooks had completely locked it up in that moment.

No other warrior will have this chance to surpass him,

What a cunning bastard.

“Blessed are the brave, for the inexhaustible light of courage will guide them forward.”

The old prophet Velen lowered his head and put his hand on the shoulder of Varok who was crying silently.

The draenei people still have a sworn blood feud with the orcs, but at this moment, all the draenei people present temporarily put aside their disgust and hostility.

Regardless of the starting point for this orc's great deeds, there is no doubt that he saved the world.

In the face of such contributions, no matter how mean a person is, they cannot say anything disrespectful.

"See? Knight Turalyon."

Prince Arthas Menethil of Lordaeron wiped his eyes, pointed at Brox's body, and said to the silent high knight Turalyon beside him:

"This is why I don't want to return to the embrace of the Holy Light. As a Paladin, I have my limits. I can only give everything for my faith.

Become a defender and a punisher.

But that's not what I want!

I aspire to do more!

Those things that cannot be driven by faith, those things that only warriors can do,

I now declare as a human that Brox Saurfang is my most admired warrior. No one will have any objections, right? No one will jump out and accuse me of being a traitor to humanity, right?"

"Such a great soul cannot be distinguished by narrow race, Your Highness."

The disgraceful Archmage Ansrem, the "Weeper", tore into the suicide note he had just written and whispered to Arthas:

"If I were a rough warrior, I would also admire this respectable orc. What he has done has transcended the hatred of the past. He deserves to be remembered by both the worlds of Draenor and Azeroth.

But Your Highness, I want to remind you that Brox is Brox, and there is only one soul like him. You cannot maintain a good impression of all orcs because of this."

"Don't go there!"

While the little prince and the archmage were discussing, a roar broke out from the crowd, and Garnerush, with red eyes, grabbed his ax and stood in front of the death lord Ravencrest.

The rude Shao Shao stared at the death knights in front of him and roared:

"You are not allowed to desecrate his body!"

"I really want to do that, Orc. I'd rather destroy a world than get him."

Ravencase said expressionlessly:

If Brox can become a death knight, I would rather hand over the command of the Black Crow Chapter to him and become his lieutenant willingly.

But now, I just want to go over and pay my respects to the warriors.

Believe me, young man, such a strong will cannot be forcibly awakened by me. You must know that a soul like him has the right to choose even in the face of death.

No one can raise him from death unless he chooses to do so."

"The High Lord is right, Garrosh, get out of the way."

The tired Elder Drek'Thar spoke:

"Brox has found the peace he wanted. His sacrifice should be mourned by everyone. Don't let the elves see the jokes of us orcs."

The stubborn Young Master Ho still refused to let go. He yelled and yelled until he was violently kicked away by Varok. Well, the weak Young Master Ho was knocked unconscious by the kick.

Lord Ravencrest took a bouquet of freshly picked flowers from his lieutenant in an elf-like manner, and leaned over to place it next to Brox's body. When he stood up, he looked at the smelly pirate opposite.

He saw the light in the smelly pirate's eyes.

Then he understood everything instantly.

Black, the prophet in black, obviously has other plans for the fate of Brox Saurfang after his death. It seems that the evil man does not need to take responsibility himself.

Well, thinking about the fact that there is another strong person in the death camp, this is really a beautiful thing.

The corners of the indifferent high lord's mouth curled up, his smile fleeting, and when he stood up, he returned to his previous indifferent posture.

"Everyone, listen to what I have to say."

Blake spread his hands and said to a group of people around him:

"Today has been so exciting. I think everyone urgently needs a rest now. The war has just ended and the world has been saved.

So let’s all have a good time tonight.

We will wait until tomorrow to discuss all issues.

The orcs also need to collect the remains of Brox and Ner'zhul. Don't gather here. Keep your condolences in your hearts and give the space to the orcs.

After all, they lost two respectable heroes today just like we did."

"Blake is right."

Prophet Velen sighed deeply and said to everyone;

"Let's all go rest and enjoy ourselves. For the future we have just won, we will leave our sorrows to tomorrow."

"There are also five rings that fell before. Kael'thas reminded in a low voice:

"These rings have proven their potential to transform mortal warriors, and now that they're in different areas of Draenor, we need to get them back.

The most important thing is that the property returns to its original owner!"

This little "reminder" made everyone immediately feel solemn.

Staghelm sent Hamuul, and Kael'thas went out personally. The draenei garrison commander Maraad wanted to go in person, but Garona persuaded her to do it for him.

Chief Red was even more anxious to grab Varok and demand that he bring back the Heart of Rock.

"Then, my dear warden."

Blake turned to the silent Maiev and said:

Can you help me bring back my Blood Drinker's Ring?"

"Those rings don't bind souls, right?"

Maiev responded quietly:

"They can be used by different users. As long as the other party can grab these rings from you, aren't you afraid that I will run away with them?

With that thing, I can kill you easily."

"You can try, but fail at your own risk."

Blake glanced at the "beacon of death" that was so bright that it glowed on Maiev's body. The 500% damage bonus made him not feel that he would be defeated by Maiev.

With this thing, Blake is the real "Maev's natural enemy" and "Shadowsong's nemesis".

"snort"

The warden lady snorted, took a step back, and disappeared into the shadows.
To be continued...