Time is like an endless river, in the passing years, let your power be monstrous, let you be wise and brave, but in the tide of time, you are just a wave that will eventually be swallowed up. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In Azeroth, the Bronze Dragon King Nozdorm is in charge of time, and the Lord of Time and his people are tasked with maintaining the timeline of Azeroth, while the Eternal, Nozdorm, stands above history and stands at the beginning and end of the flow of time. Even the mighty Deathwing, once the guardian of the earth. Ever since his fall, he has become the enemy of the entire dragon clan. But Nozdorm was very calm about him.

"Everything in the world will eventually become ancient, and Deathwing will one day become my collection."

These are the words of this dragon king.

However, is this theoretically omniscient dragon king in Azeroth really the unquestionable ruler of time? On this river of history, perhaps, there is more than one heresy that the Lord of Time did not expect.

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"Your Excellency, I don't think your worries will come true!"

Lieutenant General Admiral Adras Blackmore said impatiently to the High Elf mage standing beside him.

"These beasts, oh, I mean these orcs have already fallen! They are no longer the killing machines of the war ten years ago, and a bunch of trash that has lost even their souls is not worth the journey of Your Excellency from Dalaran. ”

"Really? I don't think so!" Turquoise eyes looked at Lieutenant General Blackmore's hollowed-out face, and the elven mage pointed to the green figure in the gladiatorial arena who was fighting the beast with his bare hands.

"That, orc! It doesn't look like it's broken! ”

"That's Sal, the star here!" Looking at the orcs in the gladiatorial arena, Lieutenant General Blackmore's face was full of pride. "He's different from the prisoners of war, when I caught this little guy he was just a baby, a baby who almost starved to death in the wilderness."

"Sal? Slave?! So you trained him to be a gladiator? The mage turned his head and stared into Blackmore's eyes.

As if unable to stand the mage's gaze, Blackmore tilted his head slightly to the other side.

"Lieutenant, there is a good saying, raising a tiger will eventually lead to trouble!" The mage pointed to the orcs in the arena and asked Blackmore:

"Are you sure you can guarantee that this unusual orc is no threat?"

"Yes, Your Excellency! I'm pretty sure this is just an ordinary gladiator! Blackmore replied nonchalantly.

"He's the star of this prison fortress and the prisoner here, and he can't threaten the alliance at all. He couldn't escape from this castle at all, and even if he did, what if he did, an insignificant orc couldn't fight against a powerful alliance at all. ”

"Perhaps!"

The mage's voice was filled with a subtle emotion that made Blackmore a little uneasy, but then he threw it behind his head. He was confident in his control of the orc, and this orc was the key to his wishes, and it was okay to take a little risk for the sake of his petty ambitions.

It's a big deal, and when the time comes, just push everything directly on the head of this gladiator.

After communicating this, Blackmore relented slightly. Facing the mage who was still looking at the orcs in the gladiatorial arena, he took the initiative to ask:

"Your Excellency, is there anything else I can help?"

The mage shook his head silently, then continued:

"Don't bother the general, I'm just interested in why the orcs are languishing after the war. I started a related project with some friends, and I came to you because I heard that you have a different orc. ”

After a pause, the mage continued:

"Now it seems that this orc doesn't seem to have any special .........."

"Of course, Your Excellency, an insignificant orc!" Blackmore turned to the mage and asked, "So, what else is the problem, Your Excellency the mage?" ”

"It's gone!"

The mage shook his head and looked at Blackmore.

"If I can, Lieutenant General, I would like to get permission to visit these 'prisoners' in the prison, and I would like to see how these prisoners are doing now."

"No problem, please feel free, I will tell the guards that your Excellency can freely enter and exit every prison here!" Blackmore summoned a soldier standing guard and gave him orders.

The mage turned his head back to look at Thrall in the gladiatorial arena.

I saw that this orc grabbed the tiger that pounced on him with his empty hands, and his burly body brought great strength, pressing the tiger to the ground at once. Then, the orc skillfully dodged the tiger's tail, then took a step back, sideways to avoid the tiger's claws.

Then he aimed at the tiger's head and punched hard.

The big cat was beaten all at once, and lay on the ground with a low wail, constantly shaking and being hit on the head, and struggling to stand up weakly.

Thrall! Thrall! Thrall!

In the audience, the frantic audience raised their hands in front of the gladiatorial arena, and the roaring orcs cheered in the sky, and the crazy cheers overwhelmed everything.

Roar!!

The big cat relented, and seemed unwilling to be the king of the jungle whose prestige had been trampled on by a green humanoid creature, and it roared and rushed back again. While the orc had his back to him, he pounced with all his strength.

However, the blow fell short again.

Seeing that the tiger's grasp was about to touch the orc, this burly fellow, with an unimaginable agility, instantly got down and shrunk. The tiger actually flew over his head.

The orc quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed the tiger's two hind feet. Pull hard................

Touch!!!

The tiger was caught by the orcs in mid-air and slammed into the ground.

Whew!!!

The tiger wailed in pain, but the gladiator refused to let it go, only to see the gladiator's burly green body directly spread on the tiger's body, firmly restraining its limbs. His hands were strangled around the tiger's neck.

Woohoo, woohoo!!

Sensing the approach of death, the big cat began to struggle with all his might. However, the suppressed body was unable to recover its strength due to the previous heavy fall, and tried in vain to get rid of the threat of the gladiator.

Click!!

With the sound of bones cracking, the big cat stopped struggling and collapsed to the ground, its neck bent abnormally, blood in its eyes and mouth.

"Saar!!!!!

The orc lifted the tiger above his head and roared loudly into the audience.

The crowd shouted the names of the orcs in a frenzied voice, and the cheers were deafening, and Thrall spun around the arena holding the tiger's carcass in a circle, throwing the tiger to the ground. Raise your two fists and raise your ugly face to greet the rain of roses usually prepared for the holidays.

Under the gorgeous rose petals fluttering, this orc, straightening his body, greeted the crazy call of the audience!

"Wonderful show!" The mage exclaimed.

"Of course, that imp is the biggest star in the city!" Blackmore had a triumphant look on his face.

"I have ordered that you go down and that you may freely enter and leave the cages where the prisoners are being held."

"Then thank you, Lieutenant General!" The mage nodded, and casually shoved a polished ruby into Blackmore's hand.

"It's a little gift, my lord, please smile!"

"Haha, Your Excellency is so polite!"

"No, it's called a courtesy exchange.........

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Blackmore is gone, he still has a lot to do, and he won't give up on his trip because of a visiting mage Dalaran. What's more, it's not the first time these mages have come, over the years, many mages have become interested in why orcs are so sluggish after the war, and there are not one or two mages who have come here.

Even if this mage who arrived was the High Elf of Quel'Thalas.

Although, after the end of the war, Quel'Thalas withdrew from the alliance due to a dispute over the containment of orcs, the countries still had ties to Quel'Thalas. What's more, this elven mage is from the magic kingdom of Dalaran.

Blackmore didn't want to offend a elven mage from Quel'Thalas, otherwise some villains who were jealous of his current status would go back to the king and frame him.

So with a wave of his hand, he gave the mage enough freedom to enter and leave the prison and satisfy his research attitude. Then, go to what **** thinks it's time to do!

"It's really, the first time we've met!"

After Blackmore left, the elven mage looked back at the orcs in the gladiatorial arena.

"The future Great Chieftain, the Great Savior Shaman........"

The mage raised a hand, and the faint blue light spread on his fingers, and then, after a moment's hesitation, the mage dispelled the blue light on his fingers and put his hand down.

"No,......... Those, nosy chengguan, are probably watching........ Even if you want to change the plot, you can't start with this future tribal chief. ”

"My goal is to come here soon, Prince Lordaeron, and I can't startle the snake, or .............."

“........ Forget it, that's it for now, Chief Sal.......... Long time no see................."

Pulling the hood from his robe, the mage took a deep look at the orc who would stir up the world in the future, and turned to leave.

Thrall, who was receiving the cheers, seemed to sense something and looked towards the stand where the mage was.

However, the mage had already left there!!!!!!!!

This was the first time Hugh Belmont had met Chief Thrall since coming to Azeroth.