The burning city, but this time not Stratholme, but another large human city, which looks more densely populated than Stratholme, with countless streets and houses as far as the eye can see. Above the city, a black dragon was circling, flames erupting from its mouth, instantly sweeping the entire street, countless civilians screaming, wailing and crying in the streets.

"What is this? Is it the end of the world? ”

Gianna exclaimed.

The dragon, covered in black scales, flew over the city like a nightmare, and Ares could even feel the hurricane of its wings and the roaring of the dragon. The flame was so hot that even a sturdy house could not stop its breath.

When the heat wave hits, the streets are set on fire. Some soldiers in blue and white uniforms could be seen fighting fires, while others stood inside the towers and towers, attacking the dragons. However, whether it is a spell attack or a bow and arrow, the blow of the ballista is a piece of cake for the dragon.

The sharp spears and arrows that shot at the dragon were bounced off like toothpicks, and none of the people who were targeted by the dragon were spared. A single slap from a black dragon can kill a large number of human guards. As Gianna said, this is the end times. What Ares saw on everyone's face was not a desire to fight, but despair.

"Black Dragon?"

Ares asked himself. But there was no answer, because it seemed to be a picture of the future, and it hadn't happened yet, and no one knew what the terrifying dragon was, except that Ares knew that it was probably Deathwing.

As soon as the painting style changed, a human leader appeared in front of him, it should be said that he was the head of this kingdom, the king. With scars on his face, he shouted angrily ordering his soldiers to attack the dragon.

Ares didn't know the man, but he recognized the sword...... Yes, the Sword of the Elder Elves that can be split in two.

Ares wondered how the story would end, but the scene cut to an abrupt end, and the last scene saw the king leaping high above the castle and angrily slashing at the dragon......

However, despair will always pass. While passing through a narrow cave passage, Gianna saw an uplifting picture. His man – Ares. Mogrian, riding a warhorse in golden armor, led a group of well-equipped, silver-glittering knights, running across the fields of hope, the orange haze in the sky lessened, and the withered old trees on the ground began to slowly rejuvenate, it was none other than the familiar Lordaeron of the two men.

Although I don't know which unit those warriors in silver armor are, in short, no matter how slim the hope is, there is always there.

"Ares. Mogrian. ”

There was a dark, terrifying sound in the air. The picture in front of me continued, and the colorful clouds still passed overhead, but the sound was so empty that it made people feel cold. Gianna also looked around in surprise, until the image of a giant dragon gradually appeared in the sky and flowing clouds in front of her.

It was not the dragon that had hovered over the city and slaughtered humans, but a dragon that seemed to be full of sanity and wisdom. There is no need to guess, Ares also knows that this must be the Bronze Dragon, the Guardian of Time. But unlike what he imagined, the bronze dragon did not appear in his real body, but appeared in front of him in a state of flux.

Its image is so clear, but it only has an outline, not a substance. The whole dragon stands in front of you as if it had come out of a fragment of time, translucent. It's an amazing feeling, and it's shocking at the same time.

Even Gianna tightened her grip on her staff. She didn't know if the giant thing in front of her was friend or foe.

"...... Ares"

The bronze dragon groaned again. The voice was so empty that it seemed to penetrate your flesh and hit your heart.

"Time Keeper ......"

Ares replied in a low voice.

In front of them, a man and a dragon, facing each other, Ares's tiny body contrasted sharply with the massive size of the guardian dragon.

"Looks like you do know everything."

As he spoke, the bronze dragon walked out of the fragment of time, and its form gradually appeared, turning from transparent to solid. Just as Ares had imagined, it was the color of gold. It looks very noble and gorgeous, and it looks like everything is real, the bronze dragon has the ability to travel through time and space.

"Nozdorm, the Guardian Dragon, ......"

"Put away your arrogance, human, you think you know everything, but you don't know anything."

Just as Ares was about to ask a question, the bronze dragon interrupted him unceremoniously. It shifted its massive body and walked slowly towards Ares and Gianna. Gianna was stunned by what she saw, she had never seen or imagined such a huge creature in this world. Each of Nozdorm's dragon scales is the size of a human.

Its sound was loud and filled the entire cavern. The cavern seemed to stretch through the entire mountain range, but it was just enough to accommodate the guardian dragon.

The visual and auditory sensations are hard to subside for a long time.

"I just wanted to do something."

Ares replied. The size of the guardian dragon exerted an invisible pressure on him, but Ares held back and stood still. At the same time, it also quieted Gianna, perhaps this conversation is the key to unlocking the secrets of the swarm.

"Do something? No, you've done enough, and you think you're doing good, but nothing is good, you think you've changed the direction of the world, but in fact, the world is going in a worse and worse direction. Your arrival was a barb, and without you, Azeroth would continue its trajectory, and I would guard the past and the future. And you, your arrival, make me unable to see the future clearly! ”

The bronze dragon roared.

Ares understood, the guardian dragon was reproachful, a clear timeline had been tampered with, and many things that were about to happen would never happen again. As a timekeeper, Nozdorm has never been so lost and confused as he is now. Fear of the unknown torments it every day. And all this, blame this outsider, "you shouldn't have come"...... This is the phrase that Nozdorm says the most.

"Is he?"

Gianna asked in a whisper.

"Guardian Dragon, Guardian of Time."

Ares replied ashamedly. If Nozdorm were to expose himself here, he would have a hard time arguing.

However, the bronze dragon doesn't seem to be doing that. It paced back and forth around itself, and with each step, the floor seemed to tremble.

"I know what you're here for, the plague of swarms has erupted."

Nozdorm continued.

"You know?"

Gianna asked.

"Yes, he has already told you who I am. Don't be surprised, little girl, though I live in this cave, I know everything about the outside world. ”

Nozdom said with his head held high, his reluctance to become human, probably out of some kind of arrogance, or disdain. Of the five-colored dragons of Azeroth, Nozdorm is the one with the weirdest personality. You can't guess what he's thinking, and you don't even know if you're talking to him in real person or his shadow. Maybe the Nozdorm at this moment is not the real Nozdorm, and the real Nozdorm may be dealing with other things in another time and space.