An ordinary stone mask, without any magical fluctuations, and the carving is not very fine.
After careful inspection, Crassus noticed the extremely strong aura of the Dragon King. Probably because of frequent rubbing, the patterns on the edges of the stone mask were somewhat blurred.
Krasus carefully picked up the stone mask. A terrible strong wind blew over, and a sandstorm quickly formed in the sky. A whistling sound roared in the ears of Robbie and Krasus. There was a dragon shape in the center of the strong wind. Be careful.
He bypassed the collectibles in the desert and came straight to Polarsus.
"Give it to me, give it to me quickly."
The giant dragon as huge as Malygos quickly transformed into a human form, snatched the stone mask from Krasus, stuck it tightly to his face, and muttered intoxicatedly:
"Found it, my baby, I finally found you."
The Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu, after transforming into a human form, has dark yellow hair, a neatly groomed long beard, and a bronze robe. He looks good from the outside, but his blue eyes are
Driven by madness and intoxication, he is clearly on the verge of madness like Malygos.
After getting the stone mask, Nozdormu's madness weakened slightly, and his eyes shone like gems.
"Cleostraz, thank you very much for helping me find the stone mask. Please leave here immediately before I fall into madness."
"Great Lord of Time, please listen to my explanation. My lover Alexstrasza has been enslaved by the orcs, and I ask you to help."
Nozdormu showed a joking expression: "How can a mere orc enslave the Red Dragon Queen, even with the Demon Soul? You'd better get out of here right away, huh, you shouldn't be here."
Robbie touched his chin. Nozdormu was crazy and didn't realize that Krasus in front of him came from the future. It seemed necessary to remind him.
He winked at Krasus secretly. Krasus understood it and said with some pain:
"I need to make a decision. Just a few decades have passed, and Azeroth has changed drastically. Many bad things have happened, especially to our dragon family."
"you!"
Nozdormu's eyes flickered, a large amount of yellow sand wrapped around Krasus, and the fine sand flowed slowly, carefully examining every inch of his skin.
"The power of time and space is mine, but it's not me. Damn it, is this the consequences of introducing orcs? I really shouldn't have voted in favor."
Nozdormu's eyes suddenly lit up, but then went out. He seemed to have thought of something that frightened him, and he trembled, holding his head in pain, and let out a low roar.
"Malygos, you cowardly fool, the orcs ate your wife and tore her alive. It's a pity that you are still stubborn. I saw a terrible future. The dragons are just food for the orcs, and we will all be eaten.
.”
Nozdormu was wailing in pain, and his spirit was already on the verge of collapse. This was the best opportunity to ask the truth. Krasus asked cautiously:
"Malygos said that my queen is not a dragon. What on earth is going on? Is it some kind of hint?"
"It turns out that the dark memories are real, and he remembers them too." Nozdormu regained some clarity, staggered a few steps forward, turned around and said:
"You guys come with me."
Strong winds whipped up yellow sand, forming a funnel-shaped tornado, and a huge dune was moved away, revealing the collection buried within.
"This is."
Krasus was surprised to find that they were a large number of giant dragon corpses, which were completely different from the five existing dragon clans. They should belong to other types of dragons. Judging from the bones, they were extremely large in life, and some of them were even larger than those in death.
wings.
"You see, these are my comrades, the Dragon King who fought against Galakrond together. Unfortunately, no one remembers their sacrifices. I even erased the traces of their existence, and their poor people...
..My memory of that battle is full of vague scenes, and I can only recall some fragments on a few occasions.”
Nozdormu suddenly raised his head: "Someone has tampered with my memory."
"Who are they and what do they want to hide?" Crassus asked in surprise.
Nozdormu shook his head: "I don't know. I can only remember something occasionally when I am awake, but then I forget it. The pain tortures me. I once tried to record the short memory, but it was then erased by the mysterious power.
, over the years, this is the only thing that has been successfully recorded.”
Turning over the stone mask, he saw a line of writing in an inconspicuous corner. Nozdormu asked, "Do you recognize this kind of writing?"
Both Robbie and Crassus identified it carefully.
"This is a long-lost text from the upper elf, and its meaning is: Abyss." Robbie whispered.
The Shadow Kingdom, the Maw, is said to be an eternal prison, where the most sinful and vicious souls in the universe are imprisoned and subjected to eternal torture. If the ancient evil here breaks free, the entire universe will be swallowed up.
Nozdormu rubbed the stone mask lovingly and murmured: "It is the only one that can carve my memory into it and it will not be erased, but I really can't bear to part with it."
What is the connection between the ancient ancestral dragon Galakrond, those dragon comrades whose traces were erased, the dragons who were slaughtered, the Red Dragon Queen is not a dragon, and the Maw?
"Great Lord of Time, what should we do?" Krasus gave up his dignity and begged in a low voice.
Nozdormu's eyes once again showed confusion, his emotions fluctuated, and he snorted:
"It's none of my business. You already know it. Take your friends and leave. I know what you want to change, but time tells me that everything is already doomed."
The strong wind around him became stronger and stronger. Krasus tried his best to maintain his figure, but Robbie beside him remained motionless.
"You shouldn't have come to disturb my peace, you shouldn't have come." Nozdormu's eyes shone brightly, and finally reason prevailed.
"I remember that before Titan gave us power, there was only the Emerald Dream in Azeroth and no Nightmare. Maybe I remember it wrong, who knows."
Nozdormu turned into a shining golden dragon and rose into the sky along with the wild sand. This time, Krasus could no longer stand firm, and a pile of sand enveloped him and Robbie.
Robbie did not resist this power. Nozdormu had already said enough. Yellow sand filled the entire field of vision. The next moment, he felt that the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped. The two of them had left Nozdormu's retreat.
, returned to the Sand Hammer Camp, and the back of the escaping ogre could still be seen.
Taking out his pocket watch and taking a look at it, Robbie was surprised to find that the time had not changed.
After a long while, Krasus woke up from the coma, his eyes were confused for a while, and then he suddenly grabbed Robbie's hand:
"Do you remember what Nozdormu told us about that weird stone mask? It's strange, how could I forget it?"
Dragons' memories are always strong unless something affects them.
Robbie lamented: "Let's go, we should go visit Ysera, Queen of the Green Dragon."
Deep in the desert, strong winds rolled up endless yellow sand. Nozdormu curled up and hugged the stone mask tightly.
"Lisa, why did you leave me? I will cherish the gifts you left behind forever, just like seeing you. We obviously love each other but can't be together. This is the most painful thing in the world."