Nozdorm's reaction was a little slow. ”

On the balcony of the lonely castle of the Dead Realm, the High Lord said to the shadow standing beside him:

"But it's good that the old dragon can react on its own, so we don't need to remind it, time, it's a wonderful thing."

Shadow didn't care about the leader's feelings, because she was busy right now.

She is directing her agents to clean up the corpses of the four massive Eternal Dragons lying in the Dead Wastes outside the Lonely Castle.

The largest Eternal Dragon attacking the Cave of Time is only more than 30 meters long, and it is an adult dragon, but it lurks in the time stream of the Dead Realm, trying to "assassinate" the four Eternal Dragons of Tyrion, the smallest of which is 90 meters in size, and the largest one can even be compared to the Dragon King.

Obviously, this is the true master of the Eternal Dragon Legion, under the protection of time, they can be exempted from the washing of the power of the dead realm, but they underestimate the strength of the Great Lord, or rather, the Great Lord does not take them seriously at all.

In the ridiculous assassination just now, the Great Lord didn't do anything at all, and Deathwing, together with the Knights of Damnation, tore these four daring Eternal Dragon Maniacs to shreds in just 2 minutes.

"Send the corpse to Nefarian, my Lord of the Dragonband, who is trying to fuse the dragon bone and the machine, and I'm sure he'll surprise me eventually."

Tyrion himself had no sense of the assassination, and he didn't care about what had just happened, and he said to the shadow:

"Help me reply to the old dragon king, let him do what he needs to do, the eternal dragon is just a bunch of meaningless bugs, they can't interfere with my fate."

"Huh?"

Shadow looked at her leader suspiciously, and she asked:

"Are you already able to travel through the timeline? Can you protect yourself? ”

"No, I can't get my foot in time yet."

The Great Lord shook his head:

"That's the highest realm of the arcane, but I don't need to worry about the 'disruption' of the Eternal Dragon, the moment I melt and die, I am already out of time, unless Sargeras himself blends into the timeline, goes back in time, and destroys my destiny, the Eternal Dragons alone will not affect me... Death and Arcane are equal. ”

"They may not really affect you."

The shadow said in a cold, sane voice:

"But they can do other things to distract you, like the Blood Lords, like the Death Lords, and like... Your mother, Nozdorm personally guarding the trajectory of your time, has his own thoughts, and I think this is both as it should and necessary. ”

The shadow's guess made a cold light flash in the Great Lord's right eye, and he bowed slightly:

"Well, what you said makes sense, but I was too careless."

"Let the old dragon king stay in time over there, thank him for me."

The shadow nodded, and turned to leave, and after she had taken a few steps, the High Lord suddenly said:

"Nozdom said that my little friend Chromie, how many Eternal Dragons did you kill with a ray gun?"

"Well, yes, Great Lord."

Shadow looked at the note in her hand, and she said:

"Ms. Chromie herself confessed that 3 months ago, she used her ability to travel through time to steal a set of ray gun launchers from our arsenal at the bottom of the sea, she just thought it was fun, but there is no doubt that this thing saved her life today, but according to the armament regulations of the Darkblade Legion, ray guns are not allowed to leak out, do you need me to go and recover that set of ray guns?"

"Recycling? No. ”

The High Lord's hand rested on the balustrade of the balcony of the Lonely Fortress, and he whispered:

"In my personal name, send 200 sets of ray guns to the time hunters of the Bronze Dragon Legion... Think of it as a gift. ”

"I have a little thing I need help with... Don't you think, Nassa, those Eternal Dragons are too much of an eyesore? ”

The shadow did not hesitate, as the secret officer who had followed the Great Lord for the longest time, she immediately understood what the Great Lord really meant, she nodded, and said softly:

"I see. I'll arrange it. ”

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The end of the war is getting closer.

World Observer Algalon sent back the last information, Sargeras is less than 10 days away from the Azeroth Star Zone, the war is almost imminent, and the large-scale civilian transfer throughout the Azeroth world has also entered the final stage.

Through the Dark Gates that stand on the borders of the Federation, children under the age of 14, regardless of race or civilization, are sent into the safe world of Draenor, where several civilizations have been ordered to do their best to take care of these children months in advance.

The High Lord also has a combat-ready legion stationed in that world, led by the trusted Death Lord Serrant . The Firewing Warlord, the last Deathlord who has yet to convert into a Heroic Spirit, is on a mission of his own, and he is the last of Tyrion to leave for Azeroth.

If the fate of the world of Azeroth is lucky, the children will be able to return home in a few months' time.

If the world of Azeroth is not lucky, then these children will have to live in this strange world, as the remnants of the world of Azeroth.

The process is not all smooth sailing, and it is always accompanied by some sour pain.

Although the Azeroth Civilization Alliance Command has informed the whole world of the news of the Demon Attack and the Doomsday War, to be honest, most civilians do not have such a high level of ideological consciousness to live and die with this world, especially watching their children being taken to unknown places, anyone will feel desolate and angry.

But in fact, even if the command had the good intentions to send all the civilians to Draenor, that small world would simply not be able to withstand so many living beings, not to mention that it would be too late.

Therefore, in extraordinary times, extraordinary measures must be carried out,

After arresting nearly 1.33 million restless guys around the world on charges of "disturbing order" and throwing them all into the battlefield of Argus, the world order was restored at least superficially, and in the face of the apocalyptic crisis, the command used its fists to silence those who were dissatisfied.

But anyone with a brain knows that this forced tranquil order will not last long.

The undercurrent is surging in a place where it cannot be seen, and there are some madmen who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and in one month at most, serious civil strife will inevitably break out in the world under high pressure, which will be a terrible disaster, and will involve all civilizations in a storm of chaos.

But the problem is that there is not 1 month left in this world, and according to the results of the reconnaissance of the Ethereal Fleet, after a maximum of 15 days, a terrifying war will break out.

When the demons descend on the world with the wrath of Sargeras, as long as there is a little bit of sanity, these people, who now seem a little restless, will know what to do, and the huge number of weapons that are already in place in the world will also be distributed to the people who have seen the situation clearly, they have to fight, and they must fight.

Or, you can only die in sorrow, as a coward.

In the midst of real chaos and disaster, power and dictatorship can always bring enough security to those who are dazed and afraid.

However, this kind of coercion that looks like a collective madness is also beneficial, once the world of Azeroth can survive the war of doom, then after peace comes, the world's originally loose alliance can easily be truly pinched into a rope.

People who have fought together will always have some real friendship.

"Wow, whoa"

In the red earth of Kalimdor, on the shores of Durontar, the great chief Sal, who did not wear plate armor but wore traditional shamanic robes, stood by the sea, carrying the hammer of destruction, and this shaman's blue eyes were looking out at the endless sea in front of him.

He can see a lot of things.

On this empty sea, there are many things that ordinary people can't see, those elements that are free from the sea, those elements that are restless and restless, they also feel the melody of the imminent war, and the elemental power of the whole world is abnormally active... It's like a pot of boiling water that is about to boil out and swallow everything.

Thrall's ten fingers hung naturally by his side, and as long as he closed his eyes, he could clearly feel the earth under his feet and the power contained in it.

Sal even felt that with the flick of his fingers, he could create a real mountain in the sea in front of him. And he only needs to snap his fingers, and the entire land of Durontar will be easily torn apart driven by his own will.

Earth...

He has mastered the power of the earth, and he can even melt into it.

But this is not a simple blessing, this is a responsibility, a mission, a heavy mission.

"Sal!"

Behind Thrall, Dranosh arrived on a wolf and a tomahawk on his back. Sarufar called out his brother's name, and the sturdy young orc jumped off the wolf and strode towards Thrall, where the Kukaron guards of the High Chief did not stop Dranosh and let him walk to Thrall.

"Call me here in such a hurry."

Dranos and Sal stood together, he looked at his brother, and he asked:

"Is there something going on?"

"Yes, there is."

Sal felt the heavy power scattered in every cell of his body, the power of the earth, and he whispered:

"I want you to be the next Great Chief."

"What?"

Dralanosh was stunned by the news, he blinked and said to Sal:

"Don't be kidding, Sal, you're younger than me, and everyone is convinced of you, you can be a big chief for the rest of your life, and your wisdom is obvious to all! And the minotaurs and trolls have just agreed to form an allied horde with us... Seriously, it's not funny to make this joke at this time! ”

"I'm not kidding."

Thrall breathed a sigh of relief, he hooked his fingers, the soft sand under Dranosh's feet suddenly shook, and in the stunned gaze of the young orc, two stone pillars like propped arms stretched out from the ground frantically, and in just 2 seconds, the terrifying pillar of the earth carried Sal and Dranosh all the way up to the sky more than 30 meters high.

This scene should have been shaking the earth and the mountains, but in the invisible swaying of the power of the earth, the stone pillar shaped by Sal did not even disturb the flowing sea water in front of him, and all this happened so quietly.

Dranosh looked at Sal dumbfounded, he knew that powerful shamans could do this, but they would never be able to do it with Sal with such a weight, just hooking his fingers.

"You, who the hell are you?"

The young orc's hand could not help but grasp the handle of the axe behind his back, but Thrall spread his hands and said in his usual gentle voice:

"I'm Sal, I'm your brother, Dranosh, but... I'm not Thrall either, I've been given a mission, just like the Lords and Varian Emperors on the other side of the Empire, I've been given a heavy mission. ”

Sal explained in a low voice:

"In the Doomsday War, it is definitely not only the demons that are attacking the world, but also the Elemental Lord and their endless elemental warriors who are in harmony with the demons, and they will rush into this world from the elemental territory and attack us from the rear, so that we can be defeated before we can face the demons, which is unacceptable."

"I, I've been given the power to resist the elements, and the moment you set foot on the battlefield, Dranosh, I'm going to step into my own battlefield... And, I don't know if I'll ever be able to come back, do you know what I mean? ”

"You're going alone?"

Dralanosh looked at Sal in surprise, and the latter nodded, which made Dralanosh clench his fists, and he roared:

"He left you alone to face the Elemental Maharaja? He's sending you to death! ”

"Don't go! Thrall! ”

Draranos's exhortation made Sal smile, and the Grand Chief looked up at his brother, and said:

"Don't worry about me, Dranosh, with the power of the earth, I alone am an army!"

"And dying for the sake of this world is not an unacceptable ending, but the most reassuring thing for me is the tribe that we and our father have built single-handedly, the minotaurs and trolls, not to mention, I must choose a leader for the orcs, and that is you, Dranosh, you are the most suitable of us to be the Great Chief."

"No, it's not..."

The young orc stood on a stone pillar more than 30 meters high, he was a little at a loss for a moment, he said:

"How do you think I, an Overseer who has never been a chief, should be considered worthy of the position of Grand Chief? I'm really not modest, Sal, I really don't know if I can do it, let alone Garrosh and Jorin, I think they're better suited than me! ”

"Don't be so unconfident, Dranosh."

Thrall raised his hand and interrupted Dranosh, who said mildly:

"I've already asked Garrosh, and he says he's a warrior, he's just like his father, not very fit to be a great chieftain, and Jorin, Jolin isn't as prestigious as you, and your uncle, Overseer Blox, thinks you can do it, and you've done well in the last few events, and everyone unanimously decided that it's you."

"What's more, I just need you to take the position of the Great Chief temporarily, Dranosh, if I can come back, maybe I can hold out for more than ten years..."

Speaking of this, Sal couldn't help but smile, he raised his head and looked at the sunny sky, and he said:

"But I don't know if those old men will give me this chance, after all... The authority of the earth is too unbalanced. ”

At the same time that Thrall and Dranosh were talking, on another continent, Dornan was also ready to fight the elements, of course, she did not have something as rebellious as the power of the earth, so she couldn't fight against an elemental lord like Thrall, and in the face of the possible attack of the Fire Demon King Ragnaros, she urgently needed a group of powerful helpers.

"Come on! Come on! ”

Little Yuna was walking with Dornan in a secret valley in the Burning Plains, and the little fool said to Dornan while eating a chocolate bar:

"I heard from Vanessa that you need a helper to deal with the Elemental Maharaja, and I've got you covered! It's powerful! ”

"Really?"

Dornan looked at Yuna hesitantly, she knew what kind of friends this little fool was, to be honest, she followed little Yuna here, more to distract herself and relieve the pressure before the war.

"Uh-huh!"

Yuna nodded frantically, she patted her chest, and said to Dornan with a confident expression:

"Trust me! I'm not going to lie to your duck, it's really a very powerful helper, that's me in New York... Ah, no, it's my new friend in the astral plane! ”

"Oh? Astral creatures? ”

Dornan was a little interested, as a genius shaman, she knew that in the mysterious astral boundary, there were indeed many very powerful creatures, and those strange ecological environments would evolve some unimaginable super creatures in the present world.

Seeing that Yuna had led her to the ruins of the Storm Altar where the orcs had left it back then, it seemed that Yuna was going to use this super summoning circle to summon her "new friend", Dornan flicked her tail and couldn't help but ask:

"What's your new friend's name?"

Yuna's eyes rolled, she snorted mysteriously, and grimaced:

"His name is Banner~"