In any case, the strange technology of the Undead Scourge still left a very deep impression on Zuifeng.

Now, after dealing with the rotten face and rotten intestines, Khadgar, Medivan, and Drunkard have finally begun to search the room.

It's more like a laboratory than a cage or a room.

A large amount of unidentified liquids, cages of various creatures, and strange machines that I don't know what to call - if Drunken Wind is not mistaken, this is likely to belong to the creator of Rotten Faces and Rotten Intestines, the mad scientist of the Scourge of the Dead - but alas, Drunken Wind forgot his name......

(Prof. Ptruside: Is Lao Tzu's name so small?) ICC running got it, right?! ）

And after a careful search, all three of them found nothing.

No news has been found about the rest of the Thistle Squad.

The lab site has been destroyed, and the Drunken Wind trio have a hard time finding useful information.

And before leaving, the initiator seemed to have consciously covered up his traces, coupled with the battle just now, it was almost impossible to find useful information in the mess.

But at this moment, finding the Thistle Team has become the most important thing, because the Thistle Team is not only the life of a few adventurers, but also the question of where Arthas is!

What to do?

Khadgar and Medivan looked at each other.

After thinking about it for a few minutes, Drunken Wind made a decision.

"Khadgar, take me back to the Temple of Dragon's Sleep, I'm looking for Nozdorm!"

The helper that Drunken Wind thought of was the Bronze Dragon King Nozdorm.

The guardian dragon who once held the Azeroth Timenet has the ability to travel back in time, making it easy to find the truth of the matter.

"That's right." Looking at Khadgar who was casting spells, Drunken Wind added, "Open a two-way portal!" ”

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In the Temple of Dragon Sleep, Nozdorm has become a big idler at this time.

Compared to the busy Alekstaza, Ysera, and Malygos, Nozdorm is almost retired......

And this is not because of Nozdorm's negligence, but because after meeting Drunken, Nozdom feels that he has simply lost control of the timenet.

The former Nozdorm once felt hopeless because he foresaw some future, and even had a precursor to blackening, but the appearance of drunken wind interrupted all this.

Zuifeng is a person who has only the present, no past, and no future.

After seeing Drunken Wind, Nozdorm tried to find Drunken Wind's fate, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the fate line that belonged to Drunken Wind.

It's not that someone is blocking everything about drunkenness, but when Nozdorm tries to find it, his time ability will be directly invalidated.

This is the will of Azeroth.

Under the influence of the drunken wind, everything was completely different from what Nozdorm had seen, and everything on Azeroth was simply out of his control.

When Drunken Wind came up with the "Titan's Script" claim, Nozdorm pondered for a long time and finally decided not to interfere with the timeline.

He thinks that Drunken Wind is right.

The "right timelines" I saw were nothing more than scripts arranged for Azeroth by the Titans of the Pantheon, as the chief director.

But the Titans have fallen, does this script still make sense?

It is precisely because he has experienced too much in the journey of time, Nozdorm's understanding of fate has long been far beyond that of his brothers and sisters, and now the Bronze Dragon King has become calm and elegant, he will no longer try to "correct" anything through time travel, but is based on the present, guarding Azeroth in this moment.

It's interesting to say.

Originally, if there was no drunken wind, the time-space destroyer Eternal Dragon of Azeroth would have been born from the Bronze Dragon.

After the bronze dragons peeked into the script of the Titans, the bronze dragons who could not accept the ending turned black and split, and finally became the bronze dragons who specialized in doing things.

And now, the Bronze Dragons no longer have nothing to do with time travel, and the Eternal Dragons are not born at all.

Now in Azeroth, only the Elder Gods can destroy the timeline - but it takes chance for the Elder Gods to destroy the timeline, and apart from the explosion of the Eternal Well last time, the Elder Gods have not yet found a chance......

In this way, Nozdorm, who saw through the dragon's life, became an educator and philosopher in the dragon army, either staying in the Temple of Dragon's Sleep or staying in the Cave of Time, he no longer traveled, but began to think on his own.

When Drunken Wind found Nozdorm, the bronze dragon lord was in a daze.

Well, think.

"Oh, Drunken Wind—are you looking for me?"

After spotting the drunken wind, Nozdorm finally came to his senses, "What, what's the matter?" ”

"I want you to help me go back in time - I need to find some traces of people, rest assured, I won't change history."

"I rarely use the power of time anymore." Nozdom, who had transformed into a High Elf, frowned slightly, "You know, in fact, this kind of thing itself comes with risks......"

"I know very well." Drunken Wind simply interrupted Nozdorm's words, "I know what the impact of rash snooping will be in the current situation when Azeroth's time is closed, but trust me, I'm prepared. ”

Khadgar was confused, and Medivan was thoughtful.

Hearing Drunken Wind say this, Nozdorm was unexpectedly easy to speak, and he simply nodded.

"Now that you have a complete plan, I won't say much more, I hope you take care of everything."

"No problem." Drunken Wind patted his chest, "Let's go quickly, while the portal prepared by Khadgar has not disappeared." ”

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By the time Nozdorm followed the three of them through the portal to the messy underground lab, he had already guessed what Drunkard had in mind.

"You want to find the guy who used to be here?"

"That's right." Drunken Wind nodded, "I finally found the Lich King's traces, and I can't let him slip away easily!" ”

"Do you care about the Lich King?" Nozdorm's eyes were hollow, "Or do you have other plans?" ”

"Guess?" Drunken Wind shrugged his shoulders and didn't answer directly, "I'll tell you if I guess." ”

Nozdorm seemed to realize something, and didn't go any further. He raised his left hand, then raised a handful of the Sand of Time.

It was only a small handful of yellow sand, but in an instant, it filled almost the entire laboratory, and the sand danced in the air, reorganized, and turned into a scene.

"You're looking for this guy, right?"

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Guess what the hell is Drunken Wind up for?