Even a true prophet like Velen, who can think over and over again in the fragments of the future, dare not say that he must have grasped the context of the future, because the future is born based on the present, and it has never been a predetermined destiny.
This is the true meaning of destiny, a future with infinite possibilities!
Unfortunately, in Azeroth, the future is fixed... There is a group of creatures that possess the mysterious and powerful power of time. They roam repeatedly in the long river of time. They claim to be able to peek into the infinite future, and then from
The "best" one is found among the countless futures and regarded as the true destiny of the world. Any attempt to change the future will lead to their ruthless strangulation.
This is the bronze dragon, the guardian of time. Their stubbornness in maintaining the "correct" future is difficult for mortals to understand. Even their compatriots cannot understand this kind of cruelty. The bronze dragon's retreat from the world is not without reason. It is difficult for them to
Make people like it.
The Draenei's demon-forbidden ship quickly flew across the sky of Draenor, sailing from Gorgrond to the distant Shadowmoon Valley. At the speed of a warship that could fly among the stars, it only took less than 10 minutes.
, it can reach its destination halfway across the world, and this is even when the energy engine is damaged and can only use half of the energy.
"The draenei's heritage is astonishing."
Tyrion stood on the bridge of the battleship, looking at the operation cabin in front of him that was completely different from the science side ship in his memory. Those Draenei technicians stood in front of a large and finely carved crystal, dancing with their fingers.
Use the light belt to operate this armed spacecraft by tapping it. It looks full of magical charm.
The death knight's dry appreciation made the prophet standing next to him narrow his eyes. This is not to say that the prophet was angry because of Tyrion's sincere appreciation. In fact, what really worried the prophet was another person.
something.
"Mr. Tyrion, you said that the tragic future of the world that I saw will soon appear, right?"
The rosary beads in the prophet's hand rotated repeatedly, and undisguised heaviness flashed in his eyes:
"Almost 2 years have passed. I thought it was just a ridiculous future that I saw..."
"Delanor, this world should have collapsed one year and six months ago."
Tyrion turned his head and looked at the scenery passing by outside the ship's port window, and he said calmly:
"Mr. Willen, I can only tell you that the future you saw is real, but the current development of this world is also real. This is the true meaning of destiny...an infinite future that will never be bound."
"Unfortunately, there are always some stubborn people who stubbornly want to tie up their destiny. They try their best to push the changed future back to its own "track", even at the cost of the survival of the world.
...Faced with such a cruel person, we should give her a hard blow from behind!"
The death knight looked back at Archmage Khadgar, whose hands and feet were cold, with a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes:
"Don't you think so? Mr. Khadgar."
The prophet was not as calm as Tyrion. He recalled the vision he saw a few years ago, and he suddenly shuddered. In the future clip, he saw the earth and sky of Draenor completely collapsed, in the void.
The sinking sea, the completely dry and desolate world, the shattered territory, and the undisguised peeks of those ferocious demons at the edge of the void.
That would be...a world-destroying disaster.
"Is it too late for us to rush over now?"
The prophet asked again. The death knight shrugged and said in a hollow voice that made people feel uneasy:
"Who knows? I've tried my best to prepare, but if things don't go well, at least we can see the end of this world with our own eyes... That's a rare sight!"
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On the other side, with the end of the complicated incantation to manipulate the Staff of Sargeras, in front of the old orc Ner'zhul, the magic circle left by the bronze dragon shone with the brightest magic light, the Eye of Dalaran
The huge magic power contained in it was poured into the dark staff, and the complicated spells were like passwords, quietly opening the portal sealed in the devil's staff.
And connected to the magic circle operating at full strength is the magic power underground in the Dark Temple, which is the magic hub of the entire Shadowmoon Valley and even the entire world continent. The scepter of Sargeras bursts out with an ominous purple-black light, that dazzling light.
The click collapsed the thick space and opened a door to an unknown world among the stars.
What is revealed in the dark green energy vortex that swirls and shines like a dark door may not be the longed-for freedom.
Standing in front of this door, Ner'zhul hesitated again.
The long conversation Tyrion had with him more than a year ago came to mind again. He still remembered what Tyrion said to him... He made another choice, which was a signal to join the game of destiny.
.
And the death knight also said...
"This will probably be very painful, an experience 10,000 times more painful than any hell I can think of."
The old orc suddenly felt a kind of fear, fear bursting out from the deepest part of his heart. The dark green vortex in front of him looked like an open door to hell, representing the most terrible pain he would endure in the future.
At this moment, when he was really faced with a painful choice, the old orc regretted it. Maybe he should have committed suicide a long time ago instead of lingering until now.
But there is still a trace of cowardice circulating in his heart, which represents an almost impossible hope.
Maybe... maybe there is a beautiful world opposite this door, a world full of freedom and hope...
"Bang"
Ner'zhul's hesitation did not last long. The belated death knights violently kicked open the door of the cell. Luminas rushed into the cell and saw purple-black lightning dancing around the edge.
The deep portal, the unspeakably violent magic that filled the entire cell, and the hesitant prisoner Ner'zhul standing in front of the portal.
"Close it!"
Luminas shouted: "Ner'zhul, don't be stupid! You know better than anyone what that ominous staff represents. If you close it now, you can at least survive!"
"live?"
The death knight's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Ner'zhul's hesitant mind. He looked at the death knight in front of him mockingly, and said softly:
"Are you living like a dog? Wagging your tail and begging for mercy from Tyrion? Little girl, don't underestimate me!"
Looking at the death knights surrounding him, Ner'zhul understood completely at this moment.
He thought he had a choice, but maybe after his defeat a year ago, when he was caught by Tyrion, he had no choice. The death knight knew that he would not commit suicide. As he said, he took advantage of
My own cowardice.
The old orc stared at the portal in front of him. He took a deep breath. He remembered that conversation again. Tyrion said that he still had a trace of conscience. Did he?
Maybe, but if this is his destiny to be entangled with the world of Draenor... then so be it.
"Bang"
The Staff of Sargeras was thrown aside, and Ner'zhul's chaotic eyes became clear. He looked at Luminas and shouted loudly:
"Tell Tyrion, I...Warchief Ner'zhul of the Horde, I'm joining his game!"
"Let him not forget everything he promised me...I will, I will see it with my own eyes!"
"Buzz"
Amidst the thousands of thunder and lightning swaying from the portal, the rickety old orc gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and stepped into the unstable portal. The moment he disappeared, the black Sagra
The Staff of Si lost control, and the violent magic completely exploded at this moment.
"boom"
Underneath the entire Dark Temple, the magic triggered by the entire Shadowmoon Valley seemed to have found a vent. It continuously rushed into the still-operating magic circle. When Ner'zhul's figure was wrapped in purple-black lightning, he disappeared.
At that moment, the teleportation gate that was still running smoothly expanded rapidly, completely enveloping the dark cage in it almost instantly.
"Wow"
Like a dark storm, the expanded portal formed a black hole-like spatial singularity in the inner layer of the temple, swallowing up everything around it. Those lower-level death knights who had no time to react were blown down by the magic storm, and their hands
He grabbed it on the ground and even plowed dents on the ground, but he still couldn't escape the ending of being swallowed by the out-of-control black hole in space.
Luminas rushed out of the cell at the moment of the disaster, but the magic storm that exploded behind her still swept her body up.
"Bang bang"
The black rune sword pierced the ground, like two handles. The death knight lady tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and her body was dragged into the air by the increasingly expanding space storm behind her.
Every minute and every second, the space storm expanded, and with the growing attraction, Luminas's arms made an overwhelmed clicking sound.
"Bang"
The two long swords that pierced the hard ground collapsed together with the ground. Luminas's body swayed in the air and fell into the dark storm behind her. The light in her red eyes was beating violently. She didn't want to
By dying like this, she had just found what was truly important.
"No"
And at this moment, the blood mage who returned from Auchindoun rushed into the center of the Black Temple. He was extremely embarrassed. It was not a pleasant experience to use teleportation against the magic storm, but fortunately, for this possible
In the past year and a half, the Dark Blade Knights have made every effort to prepare for the disaster that broke out.
"Pa"
The dark runes were activated, just like turning on a sleeping switch. The next moment, the runes all over the outer and inner layers of the dark temple were like electrified power grids, and the obscure magic power was flowing in an instant.
Spread all over the temple that has begun to collapse, this dance of magic is like a sharp knife, forcibly cutting off the magic flow inside the entire Black God Temple.
Forbidden Demon!
As a high-level mage who was born and raised in Quel'Thalas, Severn admired the magical Bandirenor barrier set up by his ancestors that surrounded the entire Quel'Thalas. When they evacuated
When he was in Quel'Thalas, at Tyrion's request, he made a special trip to rub all the runes on the exposed rune stone.
And now, this large-scale magic-forbidden barrier rune comes in handy!
"Bang"
The panicked Luminas passed through the portal that had been cut off from magic power. In the cutting of the chaotic space, all her armor was torn to pieces, cold blood splashed everywhere, and finally her body was smashed on the ground.
Among the broken ruins at the edge of the cell, she crawled out of the ruins dizzy, looked around, then gritted her teeth, dragged her seriously injured body, and left here as quickly as possible.
Obviously, it's not safe here!
As the huge magic power from the underground of the Dark Temple was cut off, the magic power with nowhere to vent gathered crazily underneath the entire temple. At the moment when the draenei's forbidden magic ship appeared above Shadowmoon Valley, in Tyree
As Ang, Velen and Khadgar watched, an earth-shaking loud noise burst out underground in Shadowmoon Valley.
In their vision, this hopeless earth filled with green evil energy... collapsed.
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"Buzz"
After the almost unbearable bad experience of spinning around, Ner'zhul's old body was thrown on a scorched ground. He climbed up with difficulty. Behind him, the portal that had lost its magic power supply was quietly extinguished.
Already.
That was his only way home, and now, that way was cut off.
Ner'zhul struggled to stand up. He looked up and saw a dark green scene. This was supposed to be a complete world, but at this time, the sky of the world was already filled with dark green light, and every day he saw a dark green scene.
Scorching meteors were falling from the sky every minute, and the ground in front of him was covered with dark green evil magma. The ground was cracked and there were erupting volcanoes everywhere.
It was exactly like the Shadowmoon Valley he remembered. No, it was worse than Shadowmoon Valley. At least there wouldn't be such a huge demon in Shadowmoon Valley...
Yes, devil.
There are ferocious, cunning, ugly, stupid, arrogant, crazy... demons everywhere! They are so densely packed that you can't see the edge at a glance, and the scalding hot wind blows across Ner'zhul's cheeks, even threatening to ignite them.
His hair, the old orc swallowed hard.
In front of him, on the skull throne lifted up by the demons, there was a man with wings on his back, his body covered with black bone spurs, dark red skin like flames, recurved legs like the draenei, and a long tail.
The big demon was looking at him with a cruel and playful look.
It's like looking at...a new toy.
"After you make your choice, you will know who our real enemy is... I hope you won't wet your pants by then."
Tyrion's former voice rang in Ner'zhul's heart, and the old orc couldn't help but tremble. He looked at the unrivaled demon, the "Benefactor" Kil who once tempted the orcs to drink the demon's blood.
Jiadan, his legs weakened and he fell to the scorching ground of Argus.
