On the balcony of the lonely castle in the dead world, the great lord said to the shadow standing next to him:
"But that old dragon can react on its own, so we don't need to remind it. Time is a wonderful thing."
Shadow didn't pay attention to the leader's emotion because she was very busy now.
She is directing her agents to clear away the corpses of four huge eternal dragons lying outside the Castle of Solitude in the wilderness of the Dead World.
The largest eternal dragon that attacked the Cave of Time was only over 30 meters long. It was an adult dragon, but it lurked in the time stream of the dead world and tried to "assassinate" Tyrion. The smallest one was 90 meters long.
The largest one can even be compared with the Dragon King.
Obviously, these are the real masters of the Eternal Dragon Legion. Under the protection of time, they can be immune to the erosion of the power of the dead world, but they underestimated the strength of the great lord, or in other words, the great lord did not take them seriously at all.
.
In the ridiculous assassination just now, the High Lord didn't even take action. Deathwing and the Scourge Knights tore these four daring Eternal Dragon madmen into pieces in just 2 minutes.
"Send the body to Nefarian. My Dragon Chapter Lord is trying to fuse the keel and the machine together. I believe he will give me a surprise in the end."
Tyrion himself didn't feel much about the assassination. He didn't care what happened just now. He said to Shadow:
"Help me reply to the old Dragon King's letter and ask him to do whatever he needs to do. The Eternal Dragons are just a bunch of meaningless bugs. They can't interfere with my destiny."
"Um?"
Shadow looked at her leader in confusion and asked:
"Can you already travel through the timeline? Can you protect yourself?"
"No, I can't touch time yet."
The great lord shook his head:
"That is the highest realm of arcane magic, but I don't need to worry about the 'disruption' of the eternal dragon. The moment I merge into death, I am already beyond time, unless Sargeras personally merges into the timeline and returns to
Go ahead and destroy my destiny, otherwise the eternal dragons alone will not be able to affect me. Death and arcane magic are equal."
"Maybe they really don't affect you."
Shadow said in a cold and rational voice:
"But they can do other things to interfere with you, such as the Blood Matron, the Death Lords, and your mother. Nozdormu personally guards your time trajectory and has his own thoughts. I think this
It is appropriate and necessary.”
Shadow's guess caused a cold light to flash in the great lord's right eye, and he nodded slightly:
"Well, what you said makes sense, but I was too careless."
"Over there, let the old Dragon King watch the time and thank it for me."
Shadow nodded, turned around and was about to leave. After she took a few steps, the big lord suddenly said:
"Nozdormu said, how many Eternal Dragons did my little friend Chromie kill with his ray gun?"
"Well, yes, great lord."
Shadow looked at the notes in her hand and said:
"Ms. Chromie herself confessed that three months ago, she used her ability to travel through time to steal a set of ray gun launchers from our weapons arsenal on the seabed. She just thought it was more fun.
But there is no doubt that this thing saved her life today, but according to the armament regulations of the Dark Blade Legion, the ray gun is not allowed to be exported. Do you need me to recycle that ray gun?"
"Recycle? No."
The High Lord placed his hand on the railing of the balcony of the Fortress of Solitude and whispered:
"In my personal name, I would like to send 200 sets of ray guns to the time hunters of the Bronze Dragon Legion as a gift."
"I still need their help with a small matter, don't you think, Nasa, those Eternal Dragons are too annoying?"
Shadow did not hesitate. As the secret affairs officer who had followed the Great Lord for the longest time, she immediately understood what the Great Lord really meant. She nodded and said softly:
"I understand. I will arrange it."
The doomsday war is getting closer and closer.
World Observer Algalon sent back the final intelligence. Sargeras is less than 10 days away from the Azeroth sector. The war is almost about to break out. In the entire world of Azeroth, there is a huge war.
The large-scale civilian transfer has also entered the final stage.
Through the Dark Portal standing on the border of the Federation, children under the age of 14, regardless of race or civilization, were sent into the safe world of Draenor, where several civilizations had already
After receiving corresponding orders, they will do their best to take good care of these children.
The Great Lord also stationed a combat-effective legion in that world, commanded by the trustworthy Death Lord Serent Firewing, who was also the last Death Lord who had not yet converted to a heroic spirit. He shouldered his own mission.
It is Tyrion's last backup for Azeroth.
If the fate of the world of Azeroth is lucky, these children will be able to return home in a few months.
If the world of Azeroth is not lucky enough, then these children will have to live in this strange world and live as remnants of the world of Azeroth.
Naturally, this process is not smooth sailing, and it is always accompanied by some sour pain.
Although the Azeroth Civilization Alliance Command has notified the entire world of the demon's attack and the doomsday war, to be honest, most civilians do not have such a high level of ideological consciousness and want to coexist and die with this world.
Especially when watching their children being taken to unknown places, anyone will feel desolate and angry.
But in fact, even if the high command had good intentions and wanted to send all civilians to Draenor, that small world simply cannot bear so many creatures, not to mention there is not enough time.
Therefore, in extraordinary times, extraordinary measures must be taken.
After nearly 1.33 million restless guys were arrested around the world on the charge of "nuisance to order" and all of them were thrown into the Argus battlefield, the order of the world was at least restored to stability on the surface. After the doomsday crisis,
Next, the high command used fists to silence those who were dissatisfied.
But anyone with a brain knows that this enforced order of peace won't last long.
Undercurrents are surging in invisible places, and there are also some lunatics who are afraid of the world being unstable. In one month at most, serious civil strife will inevitably break out in the world under high pressure. It will be a horrific disaster.
It will plunge all civilization into a storm of chaos.
But the problem is that this world does not have one month left. According to the results of the Ethereal Fleet's reconnaissance, the terrifying war will break out in at most 15 days.
When the demons come to the world with the wrath of Sargeras, as long as they still have a little rational thinking, these people who seem a little restless now will know what to do, and a huge number of weapons are already in place around the world.
, will also be distributed at that time to the people who have clearly seen the situation. They have to fight, and they must fight.
Or, he can only die in sorrow and as a coward.
In real chaos and disaster, power and dictatorship can always bring enough security to confused and fearful people.
However, this kind of coercive method, which seems like collective madness, is also beneficial. Once the world of Azeroth can survive the doomsday war, then after peace comes, the originally loose alliance of this world can easily be truly
Kneaded into a rope.
People who have fought together will always have some real friendship.
"Wow, wow"
On the red land of Kalimdor, on the coast of Durotar, Warchief Thrall, who did not wear plate armor but wore traditional shaman robes, stood by the sea, carrying the Hammer of Doom on his back.
The shaman's blue eyes were looking at the endless sea in front of him.
He can see many things.
On this empty sea, there are many things that ordinary people cannot see. Those elements that are floating on the sea, those restless and restless elements, they also feel the melody of the war that is about to start, and the melody of the whole world.
The elemental power is abnormally active, like a pot of boiling water that is about to boil out and engulf everything.
Thrall's ten fingers hung naturally by his side. As long as he closed his eyes, he could clearly feel the earth under his feet and the power contained in the earth.
Thrall even felt that he could create a real mountain range in the sea in front of him just by waving his fingers. And he only needed to snap his fingers, and the entire land of Durotar would be driven by his will.
was torn apart easily.
earth
He has mastered the power of the earth, and he can even blend into it.
But this is not a free blessing, it is a responsibility, a mission, and a heavy mission.
"Sal!"
Behind Thrall, Dranosh Saurfang, who was riding a wolf and carrying a battle ax, called his brother's name. The strong young orc jumped off the wolf and strode towards Thrall.
Well, the Kor'kron guards who specially protected the warchief did not stop Dranosh from walking and allowed him to walk to Thrall.
"You called me here in such a hurry."
Dranosh stood with Thrall. He looked at his brother and asked:
"Is something wrong?"
"Yes, yes."
Thrall felt the heavy power dispersed in every cell of his body, the power that belonged to the earth, and he whispered:
"I want you to be the next Warchief."
"What?"
Dranosh was stunned by the news. He blinked and said to Thrall:
"Don't be kidding, Thrall, you are younger than me, and everyone admires you. You can be a warchief for a lifetime, and your wisdom is obvious to all! And the tauren and trolls have just agreed to establish an alliance with us.
Seriously, tribe, it’s not funny to make this joke at this time!”
"I'm not kidding."
Thrall breathed a sigh of relief and hooked his fingers. The soft sand under Dranosh's feet suddenly shook. In the stunned gaze of the young orc, two stone pillars like propped up arms stretched out from the ground.
Within 2 seconds, the terrifying pillar of the earth carried Thrall and Dranosh all the way up to the sky more than 30 meters high.
This scene should have shaken the earth, but under the invisible influence of the power of the earth, the stone pillars created by Sal did not even disturb the water flowing in front of him. It all happened so quietly.
Dranosh looked at Thrall in shock. He knew that powerful shamans could do this, but they would never be able to do it with ease like Thrall, who could just move their fingers.
"You, who are you?"
The young orc couldn't help but grasp the ax handle behind his back, but Thrall spread his hands and said in his gentle voice:
"I am Thrall, and I am your brother, Dranosh, but I am not Thrall either. I have been given a mission, just like Lothar and Emperor Varian on the other side of the empire. I have been given
A heavy mission.”
Thrall explained in a low voice:
"In the doomsday war, it will definitely not only be demons that attack the world, but also the elemental kings and their endless elemental warriors who are fighting against the demons. They will rush into the world from the elemental realm and attack us from behind.
It is unacceptable for us to fail before we face the devil."
"I, I have been given the power to resist the elements. Just when you step onto the battlefield, Dranosh, I also want to step into my own battlefield. And, I don't know if I can come back. You understand me.
Do you mean it?"
"Are you going alone?"
Dranosh looked at Thrall in surprise, and the latter nodded, which made Dranosh clenched his fists, and he roared:
"He asked you to face the Elemental Lord alone? He was asking you to die!"
"Don't go! Sal!"
Dranosh's persuasion made Thrall smile. The warchief raised his head, looked at his brother, and said:
"Don't worry about me, Dranosh. With the power of the earth, I alone can be an army!"
"And dying for this world is not an unacceptable outcome, but what worries me the most is the tribe that we and our father built. Not to mention the tauren and trolls, I have to choose for the orcs.
A chief, and that's you, Dranosh, you are the most qualified of us to be a warchief."
"No, it's not"
The young orc stood on a stone pillar more than 30 meters high. He was a little at a loss for a moment. He said:
"You said that I, a warlord who has never been a leader, how can you think that I can hold the position of warchief? I am really not humble, Thrall, I really don't know if I can do it, let alone
Garrosh and Yolin, I think they are more suitable than me!"
"Don't be so insecure, Delanoche."
Thrall raised his hand and interrupted Dranosh. He said gently:
"I have already asked Garrosh. He said that he is a warrior. Like his father, he is not very suitable to be a warchief. And Jolin, Jolin's reputation is not as good as yours. Your uncle, Warlord Brox, also thinks that
You can do it, your performance in recent incidents has been very good, and everyone unanimously decided that you are the one."
"What's more, I just need you to temporarily take over the position of chief, Dranosh. If I can come back, maybe I can still hold on for more than ten years."
Having said this, Sal couldn't help but smile. He raised his head and looked at the sky where the sun was shining, and he said:
"But I don't know if those old men will give me this opportunity. After all, the power of the earth is too disruptive to the balance."
While Thrall was talking secretly with Dranosh, on another continent, Dornan was also ready to fight the elements. Of course, she didn't have anything as heaven-defying as the power of the earth in her hands, so she couldn't.
Like Thrall, fighting against an elemental lord alone, facing the possible attack of the Fire Lord Ragnaros, she urgently needs a group of powerful helpers.
"Come on! Come on!"
Little Yuna jumped up and down with Dornan walking in a secret valley in the Burning Plains. The little fool said to Dornan while eating a chocolate bar:
"I heard from Vanessa that you need a helper to deal with the Elemental Lord. I found a good helper for you! Very powerful!"
"Really?"
Dornan looked at Yuna hesitantly. She knew who this little fool's friends were. To be honest, she followed little Yuna here mostly to relax and relieve the pressure before the war.
.
"Uh-huh!"
Yuna nodded crazily, patted her chest, and said to Dornan confidently:
"Believe me! I won't lie to you. It's really a very powerful helper. That's me in New York, no, it's a new friend I met in the star realm!"
"Oh? A creature from the astral realm?"
Only then did Dornan become more interested. As a genius shaman, she knew that there were indeed many powerful creatures in the mysterious star realm. Those weird ecological environments would evolve some things that are unimaginable in this world.
Super creature.
Seeing Yuna taking her to the ruins of the Storm Altar where the orcs left here, it seemed that Yuna was going to use this super summoning circle to summon her "new friend", Dornan threw
I swung my tail and couldn't help but ask:
"What's your new friend's name?"
Yuna's eyes rolled, she snorted pretending to be mysterious, and made another face:
