Chapter 207: The Fall of the Dragon King of the Sands of Time
"You filthy beast, tell me where Thrall is?"
Arthas caught an orc general and asked him fiercely. Although the orc general was frightened, he shook his head repeatedly.
Frostmourne chopped off the orc's head, and Arthas charged all the way, continuing to search for Thrall's traces.
"Thall, come out, you coward, let us put an end to it, and justice will be done." Alsace's roar echoed on the battlefield.
Because the orc army lacked a commander, this battle ended faster than expected.
The ground was littered with orc body parts.
Ghouls tore at the orc corpses, fighting for flesh and blood.
The tall Abomination grasped the butcher's sword, cut an orc into two pieces at the waist, and ran rampant in the orc battle formation.
The gargoyle grabbed the orc, took him to a high altitude, and then threw him down. He watched as the orc fell to pieces and made a piercing scream.
The meat grinder drove into the battlefield and began to collect the bones of the orcs. The necromancers used magic to process these bones and repair the soldiers of the Scourge.
The army was defeated like a mountain, and the defeated orcs had lost the ability to resist. The undead natural disasters gradually shrank their formation and continued to surround and kill the remaining orcs.
The once invincible orcs were vulnerable to the undead Scourge. Countless orcs put down their weapons and knelt on the ground, wailing for mercy and begging for life, just like they did when they failed in the second war.
It's a pity that this is not Lordaeron. The orcs' opponent is not the stupid and hypocritical Uther or the worried King Terenas, but the stone-hearted Arthas.
This is a race war, not an ordinary conflict. The Scourge takes no prisoners and kills them all.
The Scourge's victory was in sight, but Arthas couldn't be happy.
Not only is Thrall missing, but the heroes of the orc army, such as Grom Hellscream, King Saurfang, and strategist Eitrigg, are all missing.
Silvermoon City is a country of elves, and there are not many dead souls that Arthas can control. He cannot rely on the dead souls to find Thrall.
"Is this how Sal is allowed to escape?"
Arthas was a little disappointed. What he was most worried about was Jaina's teleportation spell.
High above the sky, in a safe area above the clouds, Medivh hid his figure, looking at the fighting of the Scourge below, witnessing the destruction of the orcs with his own eyes, gnashing his teeth with hatred, but unable to do anything.
Behind Medivh was Jaina, who saw the destruction of the orc army. As smart as Jaina was, she certainly would not flee with the bare chief Thrall. She chose to wait and watch with the guardians.
"time does not wait."
A portal lights up behind the guardian.
The bronze dragon king Nozdormu, who transformed into a human, stepped out of the portal and showed a flattering expression. He had five handsome long beards and was supposed to be a majestic man. Unfortunately, his eyes were too narrow and long, and his cheeks were as thin as awls.
His long eyebrows slope upward, making his entire face look a little funny.
"Great Guardian, Xiaolong responded to your call and asked me for help. I feel extremely honored to be able to help the great Guardian. In the distant flow of time, I felt your great power."
Nozdormu's groveling flattery made Jaina feel disgusted and threatened at the same time. She did not expect that the Bronze Dragon King in charge of the Azeroth timeline would be such a person.
Medivh looked anxious and pointed at the orcs below who were about to be slaughtered: "Nozdormu, tell me, what is going on? Didn't you tell me that the orcs will save Azeroth in the future?"
Nozdormu's blue eyes looked in the direction of Silvermoon City.
God knows how the orcs can save Azeroth, that's just some compliments.
Medivh likes orcs. What can Nozdormu say? Could it be that these beasts will bring destruction to Azeroth? Offending the guardians is not a wise move. Praising the orcs is equivalent to complimenting Medivh.
"This is impossible."
Witnessing the battle in Silvermoon City, Nozdormu was stunned, his hair was completely blown away, and his beard was all flying.
"No! No, it shouldn't be like this. The orc army shouldn't suffer such heavy losses."
Medivh gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Nozdormu, I know that you are powerless against time. I don't ask you to help me. Tell me the truth and give me the future that the orcs deserve."
"It can't be said!" Nozdormu grimaced and looked embarrassed: "Guardian, you know that time is not linear, but a network structure, causing each other. If I tell you the future, it will be
It may affect the future time. When there are too many predictions, the future will become increasingly blurry and difficult to figure out."
"If it were a normal situation, I wouldn't force you, but now that the orcs are on the verge of destruction, this is obviously not right." Medivh said angrily: "I am an astral mage, proficient in the art of prophecy, and I have also explored some fragments of the future. This
This should not be the ending of the orcs, tell me, is my prediction wrong, or are you hiding something from me?"
"Unjustly accused!"
Nozdormu begged quickly, almost kneeling down to beg for mercy.
Medivh was seen becoming more and more furious, with his beard and hair spread out, and his eyes spitting fire, like a demon, with arcane and evil powers brewing.
"Wait, no!"
Nozdormu was frightened, and finally his fear of Medivh took over:
"Since Lord Guardian has requested it, Xiaolong, I will tell you something about the future that I saw. In the infinite time flow, I witnessed the orcs building a huge city. They enslaved the vicious and cruel tauren, drank milk every day, and
Beef as food, trolls as the best cooks, blood elves and goblins as condiments, occasionally eating pandaren hot pot, supplementing giant turtle soup, bones will not be wasted, and resurrected into forgotten soldiers."
"I saw a giant falling from the sky. He was a reliable ally of the orcs. On Mount Hyjal, the giant and the orcs burned the World Tree contaminated by the ancient gods, and joined forces to defeat the night elves who were trying to destroy the world. This group of elves had already
It has been bewitched by the ancient gods and has become a creature of darkness, trying to destroy Azeroth."
"The great savior Thrall killed the evil demigod Cenarius, and stewed the vicious Malfurion and Tyrande into a hot pot. With the help of the giants, the orcs wiped out the Kingdom of Stormwind, which attempted to destroy the world, and wiped out
He killed the dwarves and gnomes who wanted to destroy the world, and eradicated the werewolves who wanted to destroy the world."
"After that, the tauren, trolls, goblins, blood elves, Forsaken, and Pandaren betrayed the orcs one after another, delusional to destroy the world, and were also eliminated by the orcs. The murlocs, naga, elemental creatures, and gnolls of Azeroth
, furbolgs, kobolds, even tigers, lions, elephants, ooze monsters, marmots, turkeys, crickets, ants, etc., have also joined the ranks of destroying the world. Fortunately, there are great orcs, once
Azeroth has been saved once again. The orcs’ final opponent is Elune, the source of all evil. This is the future of the orcs saving the continent of Azeroth.”
Jaina was confused when she heard this. Why do all races in Azeroth want to destroy the world?
Even groundhogs, turkeys, crickets and ants want to destroy Azeroth. What is happening to this world?
Nozdormu was so frightened that his heart almost stopped beating.
He was able to travel through the timeline of Azeroth, and he saw countless fragments of the future, but he could not distinguish which ones would become the real main line of time, and which ones were just unimportant branches.
In order to please the guardian, he had to fuse and process the fragments he saw and mix his own lies into them.
Fortunately, Medivh is very satisfied with the result.
"Nozdormu, you're fine. It's time for the Bronze Dragon Legion to take action." (To be continued)