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As a warrior, Brox knew well his limits. This was now a time of wizards and sorcerers. There were no foes with blades and axes up here, not anymore. Aion gold gazed at the dread device, his eyes wide and unblinking. Brox understood the disk's seductive power and  quickly shouted past Aion, “Druid! You must not trust it so! It is evil!” The night elf glanced up, then gave his comrade a determined nod. Brox exhaled in relief—an exhalation that became a choking sound as he, like the rest, heard the fiendish cry erupting from the Well. It was the cry of an angered god. The cry of Sargeras, lord of the Burning Legion. “The demon lord seeks to enter Kalimdor!” the crimson male roared. “The portal is all but complete! He may be  able to succeed…and, if he does, we are all lost!” Brox stared at the green tempest below. It was contracting, coalescing into a smaller, almost perfectly octagonal gap. “What happens? The gateway shrinks, not grows!” “Sargeras must further seek to strengthen his chances by localizing the spell! Once through, he will have no trouble  stretching it wide again.   Metin2 yang   If anything, he has his chance of success more likely!” Horrified, the orc pulled his gaze from the monstrous storm…and saw that their situation was even more dire. From  Zin-Azshari there now rose hundreds, perhaps,  buy warhammer gold  thousands, of winged forms. “Look! There!” The demon Mannoroth had allowed Captain Varo'then and his soldiers to attack the party when all it had seemed was needed had been a delaying tactic. Now, though, with what the black dragon had done, the plan had clearly changed. Mannoroth surely realized that there was a true danger to the Legion. He had therefore summoned every Doomguard and other winged demon available to deal with the world's defenders. Brox itched to sink his ax into the oncoming swarm, but he knew his efforts would be laughable compared to those of Aion and Krasus. True, he could ride along as the red male and the wizard fought them, but what good would that do? Alexstrasza and Krasus, being further back, had already turned to confront the horde of aerial demons. The red male began arcing away from the center of the Well. That left the wielding of the Demo n Soul and the sealing of the portal to Aion gold…providing that he was somehow given the time needed. Even Brox could sense the sinister  energies building up within the condensed portal. Sargeras had nearly succeeded… The orc could think of only one thing to do. A part of him spoke called it madness, yet, another part insisted it had to be done. “Farewell, wizard!” he roared. “It is my honor to have fought beside you and the rest!” Aion glanced back at him. “What're you planning to—” Brox leapt. The red dragon attempted to snatch Brox, but the giant's astonishment made him react far too slowly. The orc fell  past his claws, dropping relentlessly toward the center of the Well of Eternity…and the blazing storm now reaching  its peak. Howling with anticipation, Brox felt the wind tear at his face as he descended. His grip on his ax so tight that his knuckles had turned white. He grinned just as he had that day when he and his comrades had stood ready to protect the pass at cost of their lives.