The battle ended quickly. Ω Δ．． With the help of the Holy Light's restraint on the demons, coupled with Gianna's timely reminder from the side, the paladins quickly took control of the situation, and did not even leave a chance for the Dreadlord to escape.

Dineen didn't get up to get involved. He was too tired and empty-handed, and these paladins were reliable enough not to need his help. He told himself that it was just a temporary break, but strangely this time his energy and strength did not recover with the passage of time. For a moment, it was as if they weren't coming back. Exhaustion had never been so strong in his body and mind that he didn't even want to move a finger. So he just sat on the ground and watched. Even after Marganis had fallen and the paladins had scattered to clean up the battlefield, he was staring at the empty spot.

A pair of boots walked up to him, and Dineen didn't look up to see who it was.

"How's the situation in the city?" he asked, in a hoarse voice.

"It's basically stabilized. Master Mograine rushed to the barracks as soon as he had decontaminated the cemetery, but the militia and mages had pretty much settled the battle. Now the Knights took over the city, put order in order, resettled the population, and the wounded were taken to the cathedral, where they were cared for by priests. The surviving nobles were quarantined and questioned, but they were not able to find Rivendell. ”

"I'll kill him." "Inside a villa. It should be easy to find, half of them are charred at the door. ”

"Oh." The other party paused, "For now, it's not a big deal. I'll take care of it. ”

"I may have let a few necromancers go."

"You've solved more."

He didn't say a word.

"I'll tell Uther. He has sent a team to search for the necromancer's accomplices. This was not the right time, but the militia's casualties provoked the anger of the citizens, who offered to be identified in order to find the culprit. ”

Dineen was suddenly able to move again. He leaned forward, craned his shoulders, clenched his fists, and said dryly, "That's good." ”

"Yes." The other agreed, "The Stratholme people are brave. ”

Dinen was stuck here, unable to figure out how to answer. It was as if they had nothing else to talk about besides business. So this sentence hung in the air, empty. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

"I'm sorry." After a while, the other party whispered.

Dinen straightened up sharply, as if someone had whipped him in the back, "Don't say that. ”

The paladin crouched down and was level with him, "Listen to me, partner." It's really my fault. I should have told you who I am sooner, and maybe we could have done more. My concealment is by no means due to a lack of trust in you, but purely because of a cowardice to confront my faults. ”

But Dineen barely listened to him. The voice ringing in his ears was sincere and firm, no longer impatient and light. For a brief moment, he slipped back to the other end of his memory, suffocated by the tide of the past.

"And Uther also blamed me for my arrogance"

"Do you want me to go with you to knock him on a stick," Dineen said subconsciously.

"What"

"Sneak attacks don't do much for paladins, though. The effects of the potion are also easy to remove. Maybe we can do something about his armor secretly, do you prefer orange or pink" His voice grew low as he didn't respond, and finally turned into an embarrassed grunt, "Forget it, don't mind. ”

His vague apology was drowned out by a burst of disbelief laughter.

"Holy light, Dinin," the young man said, holding his forehead, squeezing out the words with difficulty, "how did you come up with such an idea?"

"I will walk the talk." Dinen said solemnly, "I told you. ”

Arthas laughed even harder.

The paladins still had a lot to do in this area, so Dinein flatly rejected the offer of a stretcher. He insisted that since he could still walk, he didn't need to waste manpower. Thankfully, Gianna found a teleportation scroll from her pocket, and solved the problem quickly and easily, except that they had to crawl out of the middle of the mountain of grain chests and make a lot of effort to open the locked door in the basement.

"At least that way we won't scare anyone." Gianna said calmly.

Dinen snorted at the bruise on her forehead.

At this time, the church has become the busiest place. Every space was to be vacated as much as possible to accommodate the wounded. Precious scrolls and books were hastily stacked in the corners and covered with robes, and the previously separate artifacts were crammed into the storage room. When the monks' beds were filled, the sheets were taken out and laid on the floor. Even the corridors and halls occupy most of the space, and the less injured sit or stand against the walls, barely leaving a narrow space for passage.

They were basically militiamen who responded to the bell, so as soon as Gianna and Dinen appeared, someone recognized the commander who had fought alongside them before, and hurriedly called the priest for them.

Gianna was fine except for some exhaustion, and she hurried to deliver the message after asking where Uther was. Dinen was much more embarrassed. After a brief examination, he was dragged into the room as if he were seriously wounded. The two priests managed to help him remove his dirty and distorted armor and treat all kinds of wounds without aggravating his injuries. Dinen cooperated with them as best he could, which drained the last of his energy. As soon as the pastor walked away, he threw his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.

Still, he had a hard time sleeping. The nerves, which had been numb before, became active again after the treatment, and the pain seemed to be back to when it was first injured. His head hurt terribly, too, and every sound around him was like an invisible chisel slamming around. But now that there were no more shamanic herbs to relieve this pain, Dinen had to cope with it with sheer patience. He moved around on the pillow, trying to find a comfortable position. He focused on the rhythm of his breathing, emptying his mind and trying his best to get the noise out of his head.

All the sounds were gone.

Dineh's eyes snapped open.

The air turned pale gold, and the moving world froze. The ripples in the basin did not change in the slightest, the raised curtains stopped in mid-air, the smell of potions and blood disappeared, and the wounded man in the adjacent bed looked strange and did not blink. In this unprecedented silence, he subconsciously held his breath.

"Hello, old friend." At some point, the little figure sitting on the edge of his bed greeted him, his voice as shrill as that of a child.

Dinen let out that breath slowly.

"Chromie." He struggled to sit up and squinted at the bronze dragon in the gnome disguise, "What are you doing here?"

"To see how you are doing, of course." Chromie said happily, dangling her feet in mid-air like a real dwarf girl, "Nice, really." I knew you could. ”

"I don't know you're going to approve of that kind of behavior."

"Oh, of course I would. Don't tell me you haven't found out yet, this is another timeline. ”

"I have. But what's the difference?"

"The difference is that this is one of the myriad possibilities that emerge from the main timeline, like a towering tree with lush foliage, where changes in one branch usually don't hurt the root system, which in turn jeopardizes its overall survival." Chromie shrugged, "So I'm okay with your efforts." Can you stop peeking at that logging axe now, we're out of the flow of time, you can't get it. ”

"I'm just not sure of your intentions." Dinen said, sitting up a little straighter.

"I know, I know." The little dwarf sighed in a similar way, "It stands to reason that I should have stopped you. Well, well, special circumstances, special treatment. ”

"So you brought me here, why did you do this?"

"Yes, but it's not." Chromie spread his hands, "It's true that I brought you to this timeline, but that's because of the vision it presents. It needs you to be here, and I think you'd love that gift too. Not everyone has a chance to go back in time, does it."

"It needs me." Dinen repeated, "What does it require me to do?"

"Help it continue, I guess. Again, the branches of a tree are long and short, some are thick and strong, some are soft and easy to break. The same is true of these timelines, which sometimes collapse due to the lack or overloading of certain factors, as they contain countless possibilities. Perhaps this timeline is counting on your presence to correct these deviations so that it can remain stable. ”

"It's as if you're saying it has a will of its own."

"Well, it's just a seem. Sometimes a certain timeline does show a particular tendency, but it's often too vague and faint to be difficult to pinpoint. The Bronze Dragon Legion has spent countless hours on this subject, and so far no conclusion has been able to end our debate. So don't ask me why it chose you, all I can say is that I don't know. ”

Dineen pursed her lips. He hates that people make decisions for him, but he can't bother with the timeline either. Besides, the bronze dragon was right about one thing, and it was indeed a surprise for him. He's been trying so hard for so long, trying to turn things around in the direction he wants, and now that he's finally getting some results, there's no way he's just giving up. Besides, where else could he go?

"Then tell me what you know, what happened to the timeline I was in."

"They didn't find your body, but most people don't think you're going to survive, but that's not what I'm trying to guess you're concerned about. Yes, we won, and it's a long story, but the Burning Legion was driven out of Azeroth, and most likely won't return. ”

Dinein's brow furrowed in pain, and a proud smile appeared on his lips.

"As I said, the alliance will let them run away."

In his heart, he not only has a sense of steadiness and relaxation that has settled, but also inevitably feels a touch of melancholy and loss. This unanswered question had always been his only connection to the world he had been, and now that it had been answered, it had become a completed task that would no longer allow him to toss and turn at night. His past comes to an end at this moment and will become part of the memory.

"That way I can rest assured." Dineen said, ignoring Chromie's desire to talk and stopping, "Back to the original topic." You just mentioned that the timeline is going to collapse because of some factors, what will happen to the timeline that collapses"

The little dwarf shrugged his shoulders as if giving up, and replied in accordance with his words, "It seems to you that it is the end of the world. It's like Deathwing or the Burning Legion winning and destroying all life. The passage of time does not bring about any changes, and the existence of time itself no longer has its meaning. ”

"Then my responsibility is to prevent the end of the world, which is much easier to understand than correcting the bias, at least I know how to proceed."

"I guess so. You're doing a pretty good job right now. Chromie tilted his head towards the outside of the door, "While the future is vague and changing rapidly, I can at least be sure that things are going in a good direction." As for whether this momentum can be sustained, it depends on your efforts. ”

"It's just me," Dinen raised an eyebrow, "Are you bronze dragons going to sit idly by?"

"Be patient, my friend, time always has its own schedule, and we have to wait for the right time to come." The dwarf jumped from the side of the bed and bowed to him solemnly, "You know, we're never late. ”

In the blink of an eye, she disappeared without a trace. The air then returns to its normal color. The sounds and smells that had been cut off before came back again. Curtains snapped against the walls, the wounded next to him sneezed loudly, and someone outside the door was looking for splints. Dinen stared at the empty spot for a moment, making sure that the bronze dragon wouldn't be coming back, so he threw himself back into the pillow and let out a sigh.

"Save the world, huh." "It's like I haven't done that," he said to himself. ”

This time he quickly fell asleep.