Custom Made Demon King-Chapter 686 - : Lonely Hero, Resolute Warrior

Chapter 686: Lonely Hero, Resolute Warrior

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The sky was dark, the wind was howling, and thunder was rumbling.

In the sky above the Well of Eternity, the huge vortex of the portal was still stirring. Sargeras’s large hands were stretching out from the other side of the portal and grabbing the sides of the portal, and most of his head was exposed from the other side. The night elves who saw this scene from a distance could even clearly see his giant crown-like demon horns.

Surging fel flames surged out at the same time. After passing through the portal, these fel flames seemed to collapse and fall into the Well of Eternity below. The surface of the lake ignited with raging flames and rolled along with the waves.

From time to time, flailing demons spun through the sky and were expelled from the gaps of the vortex. But some demons unfortunately collided with Sargeras on the other side, and then they screamed as they turned into flying ashes under the burning of fel energy.

Rhonin, Krasus, and Broxigar looked anxiously at the scene in front of them. They knew very well that although Sargeras’s power and the energy of the portal had formed a short stalemate, the output power of the Dragon Soul had reached its limit. If nothing unexpected happened, Sargeras would most likely enter the world of Azeroth before the portal totally collapsed.

Tyrande and Malfurion rushed back at this time. They had already organized the surviving night elves to evacuate. Under the light of their prestige, even some Highborne wouldn’t raise any objections. The night elves were boarding ships in an orderly manner or evacuating to higher ground.

After arranging for their people to evacuate, the worried Tyrande and Malfurion rushed back, only to find that Illidan was missing.

But at this time, no one cared what Illidan was doing. Everyone was trying their best to stop Sargeras. All kinds of magic shot into the sky from the ground and hit Sargeras’s hands and head. But when these magic attacks landed on his body, they didn’t even cause a splash. The difference in level between them and Sargeras was too great.

Just as everyone was at a loss, Broxigar suddenly asked Malfurion, “Is there a way to send me up?”

Malfurion and Tyrande understood Broxigar’s intentions almost at the same time and immediately objected. “No, it’s too dangerous!”

On the other hand, Rhonin and Krasus didn’t say a word. It wasn’t that they wanted Broxigar to die, but as people from the future, they knew him better. This veteran, who had fought bravely against Archimonde’s army in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, had lost all his comrades in battle, leaving him the only survivor. But in the orcs’ ideology, this wasn’t glory. To them, true glory was dying on the battlefield.

Broxigar was a true warrior, and his long-cherished wish had always been to achieve this honor, so it wasn’t strange for him to propose this idea at this moment.

Hearing the objections of Tyrande and Malfurion, Broxigar grinned carefreely. “There’s nothing we can do on this side of the portal, but on the other side… there might still be a chance, right?”

Tyrande and Malfurion were silent. They knew that Broxigar was right. If they could get to the other side of the portal, they might be able to distract Sargeras and create an opportunity for everyone to close the portal.

They were not indecisive people, so they quickly agreed to Broxigar’s plan. Everyone looked at the orc veteran in front of them with admiration and gently reminded him to take care of himself.

Broxigar smiled at Ronin and everyone else. “Farewell. It’s been my honor to fight alongside you!”

With that, he held the Axe of Cenarius tightly in his hand, stomped his feet, and jumped high toward the portal. “Lok’tar Ogar (victory or death)!”

Along with Broxigar’s roar, Malfurion swept up a hurricane and caught Broxigar in the air. Then, under his precise control of the hurricane, Broxigar entered through a gap in the portal.

On Azeroth’s side, Broxigar disappeared, but on Argus’s side, Broxigar appeared from the portal and smashed down.

The Burning Legion demons on standby near the portal were all stunned. They had been watching Sargeras’s actions and waiting for him to pass through the portal, but unexpectedly, a lone hero rushed in first…

The demons quickly reacted. They roared angrily and rushed at Broxigar, wanting to tear this audacious fellow into pieces. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Broxigar’s eyes were wide open, calm yet full of fighting spirit. Not to be outdone, he roared, leaped high, and fought the demons.

Boom!?The Axe of Cenarius split the skull of a doomguard in midair and smashed onto the ground with the demon’s body. After landing, Broxigar grabbed his axe and slashed it at the chest of a demon beside him.

The blood stimulated the bloodthirsty fanaticism of the demons. Several demons rushed forward and surrounded Broxigar. But before their weapons could land, his entire body suddenly rotated. He held the handle of the Axe of Cenarius with both hands and swung it like a windmill, cutting these demons in half in the blink of an eye.

With his bravery, Broxigar cut a bloody path through the demons. His whole body was drenched in demon blood, but his eyes were still looking forward firmly.

In front of him was Sargeras. Above the huge plaza was the portal. The vortex of the portal was flat above his head, and his colossal titan body was standing there. His feet were standing on the ground, and his hands were on the edge of the portal as he tried his best to climb up. This action might be a little ridiculous, but no one dared to mock the ferocious Dark Titan.

Broxigar’s target was Sargeras. He moved slowly but steadily among the demons. His movements were concise and swift, and his posture of killing demons was precise and calm. Under the heavy siege of the demons, his body inevitably suffered injuries, but he didn’t collapse. Instead, he sprinted even faster.

When he was tens of meters away from Sargeras’s feet, the demons had reached a very dense level. The demons were not idiots. Of course, they could tell what Broxigar wanted to do, so all the demons spared no effort to stop him.

When Broxigar realized that if he delayed any longer, he would no longer be able to break through the shield wall formed by the demons, he roared again!

This time, Broxigar abandoned all defense and charged forward fearlessly. The demons’ weapons along the way left deep wounds on him, but they couldn’t stop his charge. He knocked away all the demons in his path and finally saw Sargeras’s demon hooves, which were as large as the trunk of the World Tree.

Brandishing the Axe of Cenarius, Broxigar launched a tremendous blow at the gap between Sargeras’s ankles!

Time seemed to slow down at this moment. Perhaps sensing Broxigar’s indomitable will, the Axe of Cenarius erupted with a dazzling light. This artifact was responding to his fighting spirit as he struck out with a sharp blow…

All the demons who saw this axe attack were stunned. Although this attack came and went quickly, the moment remained forever in the memories of the demons.

A moment later, Sargeras’s angry roar came from the sky!

Sargeras no longer cared about climbing and opening the portal. He lowered his head and glared at Broxigar’s tiny ant-like body below.

It wasn’t until this moment that the demons of the Burning Legion noticed a shallow wound on Sargeras’s ankle following Broxigar’s axe blow!

Although the wound was shallow, it did appear. It was precisely because Sargeras’s skin had been broken and he felt the pain that he subconsciously lowered his head.

After coming back to their senses, all the demons, including Sargeras himself, felt that it was unbelievable. With the strength of Sargeras’s body, how could he be injured by a mortal?! Even though he was holding a divine artifact, it shouldn’t be possible!

However, no matter how surprised Sargeras and the demons were, how disbelieving they were, all of this really happened. Broxigar, who had completed this miraculous feat, was panting heavily. He had consumed all his energy in the attack just now, and he couldn’t even stand steadily.

But when he looked up at Sargeras, his eyes were still firm and unyielding.

Sargeras, looking down at Broxigar, was even stunned for at least a second by his burning gaze.

When Sargeras returned to his senses, what replaced shock was endless anger. Not only was his body injured, but the culprit was just an ant-like mortal. This was extremely humiliating for Sargeras.

He crouched down, stretched out his large hand, and picked up Broxigar. Broxigar no longer had the strength to dodge, so Sargeras easily caught him.

Sargeras exerted force with his right hand. Cracking sounds immediately came from Broxigar’s body, and blood spewed out of his mouth.

All the bones in his body were crushed by Sargeras.

Blood had already filled Broxigar’s vision, and it was already beginning to blur. But in this blurry and hazy state, he saw the portal vortex above Sargeras’s head shrinking rapidly.

He knew that he had succeeded and that Sargeras had been stopped…

A relieved smile appeared on Broxigar’s face. When Sargeras saw this smile, he quickly turned to look at the portal above, but it was already too late.

“No!!!”

How could Sargeras tolerate failing at the last moment? He dropped Broxigar and reached out to grab the portal. But at this moment, the portal had already shrunk to the size of his palm. He held on tightly, wanting to expand it, but it was utterly impossible.

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Broxigar lay flat on the ground and looked at the last traces of the portal. Although all his bones were shattered, he still used his last bit of strength to throw the Axe of Cenarius in his right hand into the portal.

The Axe of Cenarius spun, easily passed through the portal supported by Sargeras’s hand, fell into the vortex, and disappeared.

“You…!!” Sargeras was trembling in anger. He didn’t expect Broxigar to throw back the weapon that could injure him at the last moment. If this weapon fell into the hands of the natives of Azeroth, wouldn’t it give them one more item to use against him?

But at this moment, Sargeras could no longer stop the portal from closing. If he didn’t want his wrist to be severed by the power of space, he had to retract his hand.

As soon as he retracted his hand, the portal no longer had any obstruction. It shrunk into a small black dot and finally disappeared…