foreigner's journey

Chapter 1697 Being a Mother is Strong
Varian felt dizzy, as if the surrounding scenery was being churned and reversed in a muddy oil painting, moving erratically to the sides, rear, and above.

Thump! Before he could even spit it out, he crashed heavily onto the hard ground.

This time, the air was no longer filled with anger and despair. Although the stench of demon blood and the sulfurous smell of fel energy could still be smelled, this was undoubtedly Azeroth.

They returned to the battlefield of Sargeras' Tomb!
Varian shook his head to support himself as he tried to get up, but roars kept ringing in his ears.

"Milok, where is Warchief Thrall, whom you were responsible for rescuing?"

"Chromie, you idiot, don't order me around! Of course I'll do my job perfectly! I put him near the water so the water elementals could heal him. As for you, Varian Wrynn didn't die at Aggramar's hands, but you almost made him fall to his death."

"Milock, you bastard, you can't stand not arguing with me for a minute, can you? King Wrynn has become a Chosen Warrior, how could he possibly be hurt from this height?"

Varian heard two very similar female voices cursing at each other. He recognized the voices as those of the Bronze Dragon Chromie and her corresponding Infinite Dragon version, Mirok.

So, the Allied Forces of Azeroth were rescued by the Bronze Dragonflight and the Infinite Dragonflight?
Varian was filled with joy and pride. If possible, no one wanted to die in that distant Burning Legion holy land. We succeeded! We saved Azeroth!

He stood up and looked around. The overwhelming dragon shadows almost covered the sky. Warriors of Azeroth were constantly being brought out of the illusory vortex of yellow sand by these dragons and safely settled.

Amidst this bustling scene, Varian saw that all the leaders and warriors of Azeroth who had participated in the Battle of Aggramar had been brought back safely.

Even though some were seriously injured—for example, Turalyon lost an arm, and Baine was nearly crushed to pieces while shielding Aggramar from his final, frenzied attack—none of that mattered. As long as Azeroth was safe, and as long as the Star Gods were willing to reward their bravery, all injuries were...

Varian stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at the sky.

Not only him, but everyone, including the busy bronze dragons and eternal dragons, stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky.

The space tunnel opened by Gul'dan still exists, and on the distant planet Argus at the other end of the tunnel, a huge crater can be seen on the planet's surface, large enough to penetrate the crust and severely deform the planet—the work of the Focusing Iris.

"Impossible... Based on the previous power calculations, the Focusing Iris should be enough to completely destroy the entire Argus, along with the Burning Throne and Aggramar!"

Jaina looked at Argus with a look of horror on her face and murmured:
"We failed... It was Sargeras!"

The dark red fire clouds surrounding Argus could be seen churning and surging, showing no signs of being harmed by the Focusing Iris.

Each surge caused a sharp pain in the brains of mortals who witnessed it, for mortals should not look directly at the Dark Lord.

[Insignificant mortals, you can do nothing to stop... the Legion's expedition has only just begun!]

The terrifying sound traveled across the stars to the ears of every living being in Azeroth.

Gradually, the endless dark red fiery clouds began to take shape.

What a colossal god that was, both majestic and utterly wicked!

Its body, larger than any planet, is strong and wild, its skin covered in endless fel volcanoes. Its demonic hooves and enormous tail proclaim its evil nature, and endless fel fire forms its bristling beard and mane. Terrifying, enormous curved horns spread from its forehead, and black and dark red create this despairing spectacle.

He was once the most powerful warrior in the Pantheon, the purest among the gods. Now, however, the Dark Titan is His true name; He created the Burning Legion; He is the enemy of all living beings, the destroyer of all realms—

Sargeras!
In the hand of this colossal evil god lies a great sword of utmost wickedness and evil; this is Gorribal, the Dark Boiler.

Not only that, Sargeras raised his empty left hand, and another greatsword burning with raging flames appeared in his hand as well, namely Taeshalach, the Flame Ripper.

Sargeras, wielding twin swords, sat atop the fiery clouds above Argus, gazing upon Azeroth through the teleportation tunnel. His voice was like the thunder of doom and the collapse of the world; merely hearing it was enough to fill one with despair and terror.

"You destroyed Aggramar, it doesn't matter... He can still be reborn and serve my Dark Pantheon once again as the Titan of Destruction."

Now, you are about to face another member of the Dark Pantheon.

Come forth, let the universe witness your rage and despair... Argus the Destroyer!

As Sargeras roared, the surface of Argus began to tremble and rapidly crumbled, centered on the crater created by the Focusing Iris.

A massive hand emerged from the crater, followed by another hand, and a colossal Star Soul, no smaller than Aggramar, crawled out from the ruins of Argus.

His powerful body was covered in a dark blue color, and the huge helmet on his head made his face look even more like a skeleton. He held a huge, ferocious scythe in his hand.

Imprisonment and torture.

Countless eras have been filled with suffering.

Fragmented souls provide sustenance for endless evil.

Argus finally rose at his master's call, and he will use the scythe of the Destroyer to usher in the annihilation of all things.

"No...no! No! What have you done! You have twisted the noble soul of Argus so cruelly!" Velen looked at Argus in despair. His homeland, the world he was willing to risk his life to protect, had been completely reduced to Sargeras's servant.

Even though the Allied Forces of Azeroth defeated Aggramar by all means, what awaited them was Argus the Destroyer and Sargeras the Dark Titan.

Azeroth is doomed.

Argus the Destroyer swung his Destroyer's Scythe, and the power of despair and death passed through the teleportation tunnel, forming an enormous scythe above Azeroth, ready to shatter Azeroth with a single swing.

"There is no hope, only pain! Pain!"

Argus let out a agonizing howl, swinging the Scythe of the Destroyer with all his might, causing the massive scythe above Azeroth's head to slash downwards in unison.

Everyone closed their eyes; they could no longer resist.

But at that moment, a giant fist that could pierce through the stars slammed out to meet the falling scythe!
The Scythe of the Destroyer shattered in an instant, and Argus the Destroyer was also struck in the chest by the force of the punch. His hideous armor and helmet were shattered in one blow. Argus was sent flying backward, back to where he came from, forcefully punched back into the interior of Argus's planet, where he was never heard again.

Sargeras's eyes, burning with flames, widened in disbelief. What had happened?
Before he could even sort out his thoughts, a delicate shout echoed throughout the starry sea—

What do you want to do to my children!?

(End of this chapter)