His identity was revealed by "Illidan", Durotan's expression changed drastically, and he only had one thought in his mind.
"How did he know?"
Suddenly, a figure appeared silently behind him, stabbing his neck with a sharp dagger.
At the critical moment, the white wolf skin Durotan was wearing automatically protected him, and the dagger pierced the white wolf skin, causing a piercing scream.
"It turns out there is still a soul."
The kobold O'Said showed no signs of fighting after his mistake and disappeared instantly, waiting for a second opportunity to assassinate him.
Durotan was in shock, his whole body was covered with sweat, and he was panting and staring at "Illidan". Inside the white wolf's skin, the real Durotan's soul was wiped out.
"Durotan is the one who died." Illidan said with a smile.
"I am Durotan, I have always been Durotan." Durotan protested loudly, but he could not admit his identity in public.
Velen immediately grasped the clue: "Illidan, you colluded with the kobold assassin, there must be something evil in your heart."
"Illidan" smiled and said: "They're just a bunch of ants. I don't want to argue with you, so let's do it ourselves."
After saying that, "Illidan" turned around and left gracefully. No one dared to stop him, but everyone let out a long sigh.
It was quiet for a long time, and Zhu Talan was the first to break the silence:
"Even if Illidan lied and Velen did not collude with the Burning Legion in the Black Temple, there is no way to prove that the Age of Holy Light will not come to Azeroth. Velen has not escaped suspicion."
Chen Stormstout was rarely consistent with Zhu Taran, saying: "I suggest that Velen be put under supervision. It is better to stay in Thunder Bluff temporarily until the suspicion is cleared."
"This is unfair. You don't have any evidence to prove me." Viren tried to argue.
Khadgar, who had been silent for a long time, said: "It is related to the safety of the entire Azeroth, and extraordinary measures must be taken. Velen, I'm sorry."
Viren hesitated for a long time, seemed to remember something, and said loudly:
"Wait a minute, I have evidence to prove that the tragedy of Draenor will not come to Azeroth. In the Black Temple, Naru'adal represented the Holy Light Legion and negotiated with the envoys sent by Kil'jaeden to carve up Azeroth.
Xerath, this world does not only belong to the Holy Light Legion, most of it is owned by the Burning Legion. Kil'jaeden's negotiator is my son Rakish. I wanted to persuade him to change his ways, but he refused. I understand.
His mission."
Anaclos said: "It's easy. We go to Adal for confirmation, and we can clear Velen's suspicion."
Khadgar snorted: "Velen, you are so calculating. You tell such a lie knowing that the Dark Portal is closed."
"You have to believe me, I swear on my ten thousand years of credibility." Velen gritted his teeth and insisted.
"Your credibility has been lost long ago. You are just stalling for time." Khadgar looked at Velen's broken arm: "It seems that you have surrendered to a new master. If you are let go today, who can find you?"
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"It is impossible to delay time in front of me." Anachronos looked around at everyone: "I am willing to send everyone to the era of Illidan in the Dark Temple to verify it for myself."
Viren was dumbfounded, rolled his eyes, shook his head and said: "This is impossible."
Anachronos said seriously:
"The era of the Dark Temple is shrouded in historical fog, and even my father is not sure to lead everyone there. I have made some breakthroughs in the study of time. According to my observation, time is linear, and everyone who has done it has seen it.
Thrall, and others who have worked with him, have a space-time coordinate. As long as we meet Thrall in another time period, find another time-space coordinate, and connect the two points in a line, we can penetrate the fog.
Find the coordinates of the Dark Temple era."
"What era of Thrall do you want to meet?" Khadgar asked.
Anachronos frowned: "In order to please Thrall, my father once opened up a timeline leading to the Dark Portal for eighteen years, which was the time when Thrall escaped from Durnholde. You might as well join me.
Go and witness Thrall's growth as a leader."
Chen Stormstout was eager to try it, and Zhu Talan said coldly: "I'm afraid some of us have bad intentions and want to kill Thrall before he becomes famous."
Anaclos said with a cold face: "Under normal circumstances, the timeline cannot be changed. Even if he has a grudge with Thrall, he will not be able to succeed due to various interferences when he returns to his youth. But I don't dare to take this risk."
, the complexity of time is beyond our imagination, and we must be cautious in selecting candidates.”
Chen Stormstout glared at Zhu Talan, who laughed and said:
"The Vale of Eternal Blossoms belongs to me alone. If something happens to me, the pandaren will be turned into food. I won't go."
Anaclos added again: "If you are likely to meet yourself from that era, it is best not to go, otherwise it will be very troublesome."
Khadgar thought for a while and said: "I was forced to stay in the Outland when Thrall fled Durnholde, so it should be fine."
Durotan recovered from the chaos: "I am Thrall's father, and I want to see how he grew up."
Anaclos turned his head and said: "Margok, I hope you can go with us."
Only then did everyone come to their senses. This negotiation was to resolve the siege of Gadgetzan. It involved so many things, but the main contradiction was ignored.
Margok smiled bitterly, he knew clearly that what Anachronos wanted was the treasure of the outer world.
The Dark Portal is closed, and there is only one way to find the treasures left by the Gorian Empire in the outer lands.
"No problem, I am proficient in the art of change and will never reveal any flaws." Margok agreed happily.
Finally, everyone's attention was focused on Viren.
Wei Lun's expression condensed and he said helplessly: "Okay, don't worry about me, I'll just go, but I may not be able to help you much."
The people were selected, led by Anachronos, with Khadgar as his deputy, Durotan, Margok, and Velen, a total of five people.
The group temporarily repaired in Thunder Bluff and prepared to rush to the Caverns of Time.
The kobold Ossaid quietly followed Durotan, preparing to find an opportunity to assassinate him a second time, but was stopped by a voice.
"Are you Senior O'Said? I heard that you were imprisoned in the Watcher's Cave and there was no chance of rescue."
O'Said looked around warily and saw a small golden-haired kobold, and a familiar feeling came to his heart.
Big Candle Garg, a senior media person in Azeroth, is not strong enough to discover Otside.
Jiage has a special way of vaguely sensing Osaide's location.
"Who are you? Why do you give me a strange feeling?"
O'Said's voice was erratic and came from all directions, making it impossible to judge his location from the sound.
"Look at my fur." Garg proudly announced: "I am the only remaining golden-haired kobold, with the royal bloodline of ancient Keslier."
Osaid hesitated for a long time: "You are from the royal family. No wonder you can sense me. I seem to have remembered something, but why are you so young? I remember that the royal family are all tall and mighty."
Jiage gritted his teeth and said, "It's Sal, who used the shrinking potion to turn me into this."
"Thall, that orc they mentioned?" Orsaid thought.
Garg was full of hatred: "Senior Ossaid, can you do me a favor? Kill Thrall when he escapes from Durnholde."