This loneliness is the taste of fate.

The planetary-class battleship Karazhan, Medivan sits alone on a figurative throne, grief flowing backwards.

Three thousand years of hard work, in exchange for a body of skills, in exchange for the prestige of the astral mage, but it can't withstand the residual echo of Almansur, and can't parry a fragment of Sargeras's soul.

The persistence of everything, the initial dream, the temptation to go home, the desire to see my mother again, finally imprisoned myself in a cage.

The empty dark cosmic space, the lonely super battleship, and the powerful astral mage finally got a sigh.

It's a pity that the protagonist is not you.

Medivan never trusted Naru, and the righteousness of the Light was not his.

Adar may have a solution to his current predicament, but he likes nothing more than to say NO to those who think they are right.

"Luna, I hope you will live up to the trust of Almansur."

Medivan whispered silently inwardly.

It's an unsolvable question.

If Medivan leaves the Dark Universe, the Astral Mage who has acquired the wisdom of the Karazan and the two strongest Titans will have the ability to prevent Veron's ship from penetrating the fragile Great Barrier of Azeroth.

But when he leaves the Dark Universe, Sargeras, who has the same roots, will immediately know that Azeroth is hiding the supreme secret of Amansur's clone.

It's like that earthy love saying: Lifting the knife can't hug you, and putting down the knife can't protect you.

Medivin put the final bet on Chromie.

"If it fails, wait here for the next epoch? What a mess. ”

Everything happened in an instant, and from Chromi's point of view, Medivan failed to activate the dry core of the Ancestor Naru, and then kicked herself out of the dark universe space, which was simply inexplicable.

"Although our bronze dragon belongs to a transcendent life, it does not have the ability to perform in the astral realm, is this going to die?"

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An hour, a day, a month, or a year.

Without references, time cannot be defined at all.

Not even daring to show his dragon form, Chromie, who could only enter and exit, carefully maintained a minimum of physical consumption.

Floating in space, the weakened Chromie gradually gave up thinking.

This damn Medivan is a dead pervert, and the dwarf Lori is so cute, how can she be so ruthless!!

I don't know how long it floated, but before Chromie could lose consciousness, a ray of light shrouded her.

In the next second, Chromie felt the presence of gravity.

"It feels...... Elune is on top! ”

Contrary to how he felt on Earth, the moon god at that time was nothing more than a projection of part of his will to Azeroth through the Well of Eternity. However, now, up close to the nature of the gods, Chromie understands what it means to be as powerful as the sea and as the gods are like hell.

It is not a symbolic and idolized incarnation of the deity, and although the existence of the moon god cannot be observed with the eyes of a dragon, the tens of billions of cells in Chromie's body tremble and shout———— sending the highest respect to the moon god.

An eternal pale blue light enveloped Chromy, and the bronze dragon healed quickly from the internal damage sustained by the astral drift.

But this one is an exchange that transcends time and space, with Medivan and the moon god in attendance, and Chromie acting as a tool here.

So the moon god did not respond to Chromie's cries.

Medivan, who has awakened the fragments of Sargeras's soul by receiving the echo of Almansur's power, has sealed himself in the Dark Universe because of his duty and mission, but the power he has gained cannot be faked.

The gods thought and changed the heavens and the earth.

When the moon god deciphers the message imprinted on Chromie, he can't help but feel ridiculous and confused.

In the end, there was only a trace of helplessness left.

Sargeras is a natural disaster for Azeroth, and the arrival of Sargeras can directly tear apart the entire planet.

The god of the moon is not.

Therefore, the moon god can only project part of his power to Azeroth through the Well of Eternity, and use the act of "opening a trumpet" to intervene in Azeroth and fulfill Amansur's commission.

However, the Well of Eternity has exploded, and although the energy is still flowing inside the planet, it can lose the carrier of the Well of Eternity, and it is no longer possible to maintain the Great Barrier of Azeroth, and how can it continue to intervene in the development of the entire world.

The moon god fell into deep thought.

As a result, the energetic Chromie could only raise his eyes and look around.

Thinking about it all possible, the moon god helplessly found that there seemed to be no way out.

It seems that the collapse of the Great Barrier of Azeroth is inevitable.

Without the means of internal intervention in the world of Azeroth, every ounce of power projected by the moon god from the outside will only accelerate the collapse of the Great Enchantment, and it will be too late to intervene in Veron's ship.

After all, he was the god of the moon, not Al-Mansur, and he had no power over time and space.

Although the moon god ignored Chromie, as a transcendent being, Chromie felt the drop of the moon god's emotions from the change in atmosphere.

Just as Chromie was about to "comfort" the moon god, a rock suddenly floated from the ground and made a sound.

"Luna Luna God, do you hear me? I heard a chirp. ”

"Shut up ~ Dragon Clan, maintain the most basic reverence for the Moon God!"

"Don't be so nervous, how can a god as fraternity and kindness as the Moon God be angry with me over such a trivial matter."

What kind of stand-up comedy is this, why does this sound so familiar?

In an instant, the brilliance was infinite, and the purest light covered Chromie's five senses.

By the time Chromie regained her senses, she was floating in outer space again.

"What's the situation?!"

But soon, Chromie figured things out.

The musical moon god left her a message and hid something in her body.

[The starship that lurked into the Burning Legion, waiting for an opportunity. 】

"Well, here's ...... This pile of space junk is very familiar. ”

Because of the obscuration of the moon's divine power, the Legion demons who came to investigate the damage to the starship did not notice that Chromie was hiding beside him.

As the team returned to the battleship, Chromie tiptoed behind the demon to the starship control center, and a huge figure nearly scared Chromie out of the dragon's scream.

"Huh?"

With a low, overbearing snort, all the demons fell to the ground.

Akmund glanced around in confusion, then waved his hand to signal that it was okay.

"What was found?"

"Lord Qiyu, from the analysis of the scars on the wreckage, it is the so-called Starship Main Gun of the Titan."

"Impossible, Lord Sargeras's plan is perfect, the main forces of the Pantheon have been lured to the trap star field, that coward of Agrama is afraid of Lord Sargeras's power, and it is impossible to send the capital battleship to ambush a troop transport ship at this time."

No demon dared to answer Akmund's question.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter, so be it."

Akmund's massive body sat back on his throne, and the two four-armed Destroyers quickly leaned in to massage the Polluter.

This, this, this......

It took a lot of perseverance for Chromie to suppress the beating heart of the blind chicken.

It's a very informative conversation.

The Burning Legion's army is terrifying.

The oppressive power of this Akmund's true body is so strong.

This waits for an opportunity...... Did Elune want me to assassinate Akmund?

The concubine can't do it!

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