The more immortal the species, the more concerned about the flourishing of life. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Or love it to immerse itself in it, or hate it to destroy everything.

Chromie is not surprised.

The heaviness of the mission needs to be spiced up by small surprises in life, such as a particularly delicious apple, such as an unexpected meeting with a little friend.

"Stella? Little girl! Come to Auntie. ”

"No, no, stay away from me!"

"Don't be afraid, Auntie has delicious apples here."

"Grandpa warned me that Stella should listen to grandpa as far as she can hide when she encounters a short, white-haired man with the atmosphere of the same race."

"Senagoth, old bastard...... I mean, your grandfather was right, you have to stay away from white-haired dwarves, yes. ”

"It's short......"

"Can the dwarf thing be called short? I'm the first person I don't know about the Nomorigen beauty pageant, and I'm tall! ”

"But ......"

"Alright, alright, try this, it's delicious."

In the eyes of outsiders, it is just an encounter between a high elf and a female dwarf, rare but not unusual, this time of year to find Kelldaron to hang out are all noble lords and their families, to say that there may not be a lot of knowledge, just to say that the knowledge is not too little, so the small surprise of the encounter between Chromie and Stella Gossa did not cause much ripples.

If there was an archmage here with arcane vision, I am afraid he wouldn't think so.

At least in Stella Gossa's opinion, all the magic around him has been controlled by Chromie, all his actions have been seen through by Chromie, and his escape route has been locked by Chromie.

It is worthy of being a rare genius of the bronze dragon in 10,000 years, well, I admit defeat.

In fact, Chromie wasn't prepared to do anything to Stella Gossa, and in the end, he was just using Little Star as a human-shaped sofa.

"How did you get here?"

Leaning into Stella's arms, Chromie continued to feast, unhappy.

"I went to Khao Dara to deliver a lying letter, and as a result, the minions of the Black Dragon Legion blocked the coastline, and His Majesty Malygos suggested that I go south, make a circle, and return to the Broken Isles from the south."

Stella Gosa briefly explained her situation.

"Huh? Aren't you blue dragons known as the masters of magic, why don't you open a portal and get home? ”

Hearing Chromie's irresponsible killing, Stella Gosa shook her chest in dissatisfaction, so that Chromie, who was leaning on her chest, couldn't eat properly.

"Don't shake, don't shake, if I turn into a High Elf with bigger breasts than you, I'll be a child."

After Chromie finished speaking, Stella Goussa's legs trembled.

"Okay, okay, I'm mistaken, the Broken Isles have magical interference, and you can't use positioning to teleport, okay, okay, I won't tease you, don't shake."

Although to the naked eye, Stella is a graceful adult High Elf beauty, while Chromie is nothing more than a female dwarf who needs to jump up to kick her knees.

But the reality is quite the opposite, according to the Night Elf texts, Chromie showed the posture of a dragon in the Battle of the Quicksand more than 3,000 years ago, and Stella Gossa, three months ago, was a young dragon.

Therefore, people cannot be disguised, and dragons cannot be normal.

"Do you have any purpose here?"

After Chromie eats food that is roughly the same as her weight, she finally decides to get down to business.

"No, I just heard that there is a celebration in Keldaron, I'll take a look at the excitement."

Stella went out for the first time, and she couldn't help but be a little excited when she talked about watching the excitement.

"Girl, you have the potential to be the protagonist."

Chromie sighed.

"Aha?!"

Stella didn't know why.

"The wedding of the king of the human kingdom Alterac is also a big event in the human world."

"Well, I heard there was a fireworks display."

"Go back and let your grandfather show you, his farts are brighter than human fireworks."

"I'll tell Grandpa the truth."

"Cut, Senagos can open a portal and come out from behind me and rub my face to the ground."

"Is there something going on?"

Stella Goussa wasn't your average dragon after all, and she understood the kindness behind Cromy's teasing.

"You're so sensible, I don't think you're a child."

Chromie said this, and Stella Gossa's happiness instantly greeted.

Sure enough, it's still a child......

"You didn't come here right, in two years, the Eastern Continent may be a good playground, but now the Eastern Continent is a slaughterhouse at all. Don't continue your play, give up all the way south to Booty Bay and take a goblin ship back to the Broken Isles, go straight from Keldaron to Hilbride, from Southsea Town to Kurtilas, and then take the ocean route to the outskirts of the Broken Isles and fly back on your own. ”

"Far ......"

Chromie wants to beat the bear child.

On the shore of Lake Keldaron with pleasant scenery, a beautiful blood elf mature woman is holding a cute dwarf little loli in her arms to watch the scenery under the tree, what a pleasing picture, but unfortunately under the interference of Chromie's spell, the surrounding mortals ignore such a beautiful scenery.

Anyway, when Stella Gousa was finally gotten away, Chromie squinted at the apple cores all over the floor, moved his small body and left.

Even the bronze dragon, known as the Guardian of Time, is nothing more than a slave of time, and even if Chromie uses the Sands of Time to spy into the future, he is not sure what the consequences of his intervention will be.

For example, the arrival of Stella Goussa.

In the future, a blood-stained wedding completely angered the main battle faction of the alliance, the southern expedition went smoothly, the red dragon queen who escaped from the predicament ahead of schedule ruthlessly yin Nesario, and the conspiracy of the Elder Gods was revealed in advance.

This is already the best development for the foreseeable future, and Chromie is doing his best to maintain the direction of the plot.

However, the biggest trouble is the key figure Carlos. Barov.

Those who think they are smart end up dying on their own cleverness.

Chromie, who has witnessed the demise of countless Azeroth worldlines, has recognized a truth - the Burning Legion is the source of all disasters.

Why didn't the bronze dragon stop the orc invasion?

As long as you plead with the demigods, the Night Elves will not stay out of the matter, if the Night Elves go on an expedition across the sea, the orcs will not be the opponent of Kadore at all, the Night Elves at this point in time also have the strength to look down on Azeroth, strong, invincible.

But no, because without the strength of the orcs, there would be no tribal alliance in the future, and a mass of scattered troll minotaurs, let alone what to contribute to the fight against the legion, it would be a good thing not to help the abuse.

It's a tragic fact that humans and Night Elves can't defeat the Burning Legion without the Orcs joining.

Why didn't the Bronze Dragon stop the outbreak of the Undead Scourge?

Because this is the most advantageous option for the world of Azeroth. Cold, ruthless, yet effective. Stop one Nao Zu, and 11 thousand Dreadlords, the Bronze Dragon Legion and the Burning Legion from playing a dark war, with no chance of winning. On the contrary, the outbreak of the undead natural disaster, which seems to have hit human society hard, has created the rise of the undead. The Burning Legion's self-righteous Scourge eventually renegades and becomes the backbone of the fight against the Burning Legion. And because of the planning of the undead disaster, the Burning Legion slowed down other plans.

In the face of the overwhelming strength of the Burning Legion, the Bronze Dragon could not find a better future.

By peeking into the future, Chromie finds Carlos in the midst of numerous tragedies.

As early as 10,000 years ago, the King of the Sands spoke of Dragon's Twilight, and the era of relying on dragons to protect Azeroth was dying. The mortal race must be mobilized for Azeroth to have a future. But in countless futures, the Bronze Dragon Clan is waiting for the end of the world, which is nothing more than the difference between morning and evening.

Both history and the future tell the truth that the mortal race cannot fight the Burning Legion.

So who can?

Titans! Pantheon.

The creators of the dragons can!

Among the countless future possibilities, Chromie glimpsed a bright future, and that was the Third Coming of the Titans.

And the core character of this bright future is Carlos. Barov.

However, there is a troubling little problem, and that is that one of the prerequisites for triggering this future is Carlos. Barov cannot come into contact with the Elder Gods.

Any form of direct contact would lead to the annihilation of the Titan Advent ending, as one hundred and seventy-eight death memories have concluded.

So Chromie couldn't help but sigh, the world always wrongs me for doing things, but when it comes to doing things, who is the opponent of the ancient gods.