"The world I am in is of course the main world." Reid didn't understand.
Anaclos added: "Yes, people in other parallel worlds also think that their world is the main world."
"Haha, I understand, they are wrong." Reid laughed.
Viren understood and said solemnly: "No, they are right."
Anachronos nodded appreciatively:
"That's it. The so-called main world and parallel world only depend on your own position. After many years of research, we have found that parallel worlds influence each other. The biggest influence is that if you believe in what kind of world exists,
If enough people believe it, then there really will be such a parallel world."
Red was getting more and more confused, while Viren was thoughtful.
Anaclos looked at Thrall: "Thall deceived everyone, saying that he was a great savior, and also made up his origin. Because too many people believed it, there was such a parallel world. It can also be said that,
That parallel world was created by Thrall, and it was the people in that world who kidnapped Xili."
Reid seemed to understand, suddenly thought of a question, and asked hurriedly:
"Thall said that he is 18,000 meters tall, can pick stars with his hands, and can kill Sargeras with one finger. Could it be that he can also do it in that parallel world..."
Anaclos smiled and said: "The parallel world will automatically correct some errors, and Thrall's influence is only for a period of time."
Reid secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Anachronos stood up and said: "Let's go. It's not difficult to rescue Xili. Having Thrall, the son of the plane, will bring us endless good luck."
Deep in the Caverns of Time, Anachronos opened a deep cave.
Through a mist and embarking on the road of time, Velen was surprised to find that the real road of time was different from what he predicted.
In the prophecy, the road of time is overflowing with light, with seven colors of light, and is composed of flowing light.
The road Anachronos led everyone on was a road of yellow sand floating in the void, like a worn-out gauze scarf.
The dust was flying and occasionally there were sandstorms. Velen couldn't help but cough a few times.
There is a tangled line of footprints on the ground.
Anachronos in human form squatted down, carefully observed these footprints, and whispered:
"The road of time is not a big road. There are only a few people who can leave footprints on this road. I guess these are the ones left by the people who kidnapped Xili."
Red nodded: "As long as we follow the footprints, we can find Xili."
Anaclos hesitated for a while: "It may also be a trap deliberately left by the enemy to wake Thrall up."
Red picked up the ax and was about to hit Thrall on the head, but luckily Velen stopped him.
Holy light appeared on Velen's fingertips and touched Thrall's forehead.
Sal woke up from a coma. It took him a long time to regain his consciousness and exclaimed:
"Where did you take me?"
"This is the road of time." Anachronos deliberately threatened: "Unless Xili is rescued, everyone will die here."
Thrall took a deep breath and almost burst into tears. Anaclos pointed to the footprints on the ground:
"Look at these footprints, how do you feel?"
"It's just some footprints, what's so special about it?" Sal's mind was not on this, and he finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
Sal's tears fell on the sandy road, and a shining road appeared, like diamonds mixed in the sand, pointing far into the distance, which was different from the road pointed by the footprints.
Velen carefully examined these tiny flashes of light: "It is the unique light of Xili, it must be the mark he left."
Anachronos was still worried and shouted loudly: "Thal!"
Today is different from what it used to be. Thrall is no longer the chief of the tribe, so Anachronos will naturally not be polite.
Thrall had no choice but to imitate Velen and squat down. He suddenly seemed to feel something and showed a surprised expression.
"What did you see?" Anachronos asked with a dark face.
"I saw a world slowly unfolding in front of me. This feeling is very strange." Sal said blankly.
Anaclos smiled: "This should be the right way."
The four of them walked along the shining road, passed through the portal in the mist, and entered a parallel world.
The cool and soothing wind blew through the dense forest, and the stream flowed quietly.
The four of them stood by the river. The redgill fish in the river jumped out of the water and secretly looked at the visitors.
Anachronos picked up a handful of dirt and smelled it carefully, frowning and saying:
"This is Hillsbrad Foothills."
"Are you sure?" Viren asked.
Anachronos said dissatisfied: "I am familiar with the smell of all the earth in Azeroth."
"So what era are we in?" Velen deliberately made things difficult.
Anachronos hesitated for a while and then affirmed: "It must be after the Dark Portal opens."
"Haha, are you so sure?" Weilen didn't believe it.
Judging by the soil alone, it is possible that the difference is thousands of years, and Velen has experience in this.
Red stood by the river: "Anaclos is right, what do you think that is?"
A wooden basin floated down the river, containing an orc baby.
Viren held Thrall's shoulders: "Thall, this is you when you were a child. Do you have a feeling of blood resonance?"
Thrall immediately shook his head: "Are you kidding? I grew up in Karazhan. I made up all the babies floating down the river."
Looking at everyone's expressions, Sal guessed something and asked in surprise:
"Aren't you going to say that this world is exactly the same as what I made up?"
The three of them nodded together.
"You will soon be discovered by Lord Edras Blackmoore, who will take you, raise you, and train you in the arts of fighting and killing, as well as military strategy. And then, one day, you will kill him
." Anachronos said.
Reid touched his chin: "I suddenly thought of a question. It is also patricide. Why is Alsace spurned by others, but Thrall can gain everyone's sympathy?"
"Blackmoore is not Thrall's father." Velen said casually.
"What if it is?"
"That is unforgivable." Velen nodded, unable to help but think of his son who was a general of the Burning Legion.
"It turns out there is only one blood relationship left." Reid understood, changed the subject, and added: "Blackmoore raised an alien baby and taught him so many things. Isn't this relationship more precious? It surpasses the relationship between a biological father and his son.
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"Blackmoore has a purpose, not just to raise Thrall." Anachronos listened carefully, and there was movement nearby.
Velen hurriedly cast spells and used holy light spells to cover everyone.
Reid refused to admit defeat and continued to argue:
"Even a biological father has a purpose. He wants his children to become chiefs, generals, and artists. What's wrong with that? My father expected me to succeed the Blackstone chief. I suffered a lot when I was a child. I almost died many times.
My father told me directly: the weak must be eliminated, even his son."
Anachronos didn't want to continue arguing and decided to end this boring topic:
"Because Thrall is a great savior, let alone his adoptive father. Even if the savior kills his biological father, he is still correct, glorious, great, and immortal."
A human voice broke the silence.
"Holy light, what is that? An orc baby, look at his skin, it's greener than the leaves."