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As Crassus described, in the eyes of the bronze dragon king Nozdorm, the world was always full of danger, destruction, betrayal, and destruction. Little by little, it had to shift the chaotic order to the right track, even if each change made the already more chaotic outcome more uncertain.

This feeling, like tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall, and the feeling that the holes in the wall are getting bigger and bigger, is that, and this is why Nozdorm has been hiding in the cracks of time lately and is more and more reluctant to see people, because all the worlds it observes are connected to one end-

The black dragon, the black dragon bones that symbolize the earth, withered in the spires of the Temple of the Dragon's Sleep, and in the future, the dragon of the end, Mzdono, will bring destruction to the world.

In order to prevent this terrible ending, it has constantly tried to find answers in various timelines, even sending the future Crassus, Ronin, and the orc Brook Shiga Sarufar back to the eve of the collapse of the earth, helping the Night Elves defeat the Burning Legion that invaded Azeroth for the first time and reclaim the lost Dragon's Soul.

But if you look at history, you will find that it is itself fragmented and deranged.

The human mage Ronin, as a descendant of the Veku who have been weakened by the curse of the bloodline, is still surviving under the watchful eye of the trolls, 10,000 years after they appeared on the stage, the orcs stay in their hometown of Draenor, chopping wood with axes, and they are still far from the arrival of their neighbor Delaney, and Crassus, as you have seen, he has not yet experienced heart-rending pain and injury, he is fine, he fights with Eren every day, and then, It's just thinking about how to complete the task given to him by the queen, and then go back, back to his people, back to his beloved queen.

In each timeline story, they may have the same appearance and the same name, but it is true that they are all different people.

It's like Gul'dan, it's like the tribe of steel.

It's the same with Azara.

Perhaps in a certain timeline, the queen worshipped by the Night Elves, the Light of the Light, who had lost her ambitions due to her expanding territory, and who had been alienated from her beloved people by drowning in a life of ease and pleasure day after day, met the Demon King Sargeras, the Demon King, at the instigation of Harvis, the chief mage, her student and prime minister.

The earth trembled with the iron hooves of the demon invasion, the bustling city of Kim Esaline was reduced to ruins, the creatures of Kalimdor had to face a choice between life and death, and the wounds caused by the explosion of the Well of Eternity changed the world forever......

This is the future that Aishara saw in that dream.

And now, she is using her daily prayer time to establish a connection with Alan as a god.

"All-knowing and all-powerful God Allen, listen to the voice of those you shelter, I need your wise guidance." With this sentence as an opening statement, Aishara recounted to Alan about her dream last night.

For her dream, Alan had already heard it once, naturally it would not feel strange, his heart was secretly glad that fortunately he had thought of it during the day, and now that this question was mentioned, he no longer had a sense of haste, and at the same time answered calmly and smoothly with the answer he had prepared in the morning.

"Azara, the power I have given you is only one of the possibilities for you to see the future, just guard against it, after all, for the Night Elves, what really matters is the present."

Aishara breathed a sigh of relief at Alan's answer, and in doing so, she also said the answer she was thinking in her heart.

"Lord Ellen, I have a request......

The night passed, and in the blink of an eye it was dawn.

When Eren saw Azhara again, she was talking to the other Night Elves, contemplating their lives and work, as usual.

Alan looked at her and suddenly had some mixed feelings, but what she didn't expect was that Aishara also noticed him and took the initiative to wave her hand to him. Then, without hesitation, he walked towards her generously, and Alan noticed that the maid Shandora, who was always behind her, was rarely absent.

Alan knew the reason, but he didn't poke it, just quietly waited for Azhara who walked in front of him, with her hands attached to her back like a leading girl, leaning forward slightly, and looking at him with a smile: "I have good news and bad news for you, which one do you want to hear first?" ”

Alan looked at the golden flower ornament pinned to Azhara's head, and pretended to be ignorant and asked, "What good news and bad news?" ”

"Don't ask, just tell me if you want to hear good news or bad news?" Aishara said.

Alan pretended to think and muttered, "I'm used to being bitter before sweet, so let's start with the bad news." ”

Aisara's black and white eyes rolled in his sockets, and then he said, "I was expelled by God Eren last night, and since the beginning of the day, I am no longer a priest, and the new priest will be replaced by Sandora, and a few more priests will be selected." ”

Aishsara's coherent description of the future worship of God Eren and a series of plans proved that she had thought about this issue well.

"Of course, the best words are to be able to build a temple, I always feel that God Alan plays those magnificent temples, and the buildings are generally shown to me, after all, there is not even a broken temple on the side of the Night Elves, but this job will fall on Sandora in the future." She nodded, and said confidently, "Don't worry, Shandora is much more capable than me, and she will definitely take care of these things." ”

Hey, as a former priest, that's irresponsible.

Alan asked, "What about you?" ”

He had asked this question once as a god, and he remembered that he had proposed to Azhara that she become the queen of the Night Elves.

But to Alan's surprise, Aishara also refused.

"The Night Elves don't need a queen to rule over them, they need a great god like you to guide them from making mistakes in ignorance, and I, I have chosen to go with them."

Compared with the righteous and awe-inspiring answer at the time, now Aishara reveals a playful taste everywhere, she put her hand to her lips, and thought seriously: "There is probably nothing to do with my words, after all, I was dismissed by God Allen, and I can only be a jobless vagrant." ”

"That's not good."

"Yes, after all, everyone has something to do, and a person like me who eats idle meals will be disliked if he loses the title of sacrifice." Aishara said deliberately.

Alan couldn't help laughing, touched his nose, and pretended to be serious: "Then do you want to come to my house, my house still lacks a hostess, even if it doesn't matter if it's a little waste, I can support you." ”

"Hmm, what should I do?" Aishara tapped her lips with her hand, the corners of her golden eyes were so curved that she couldn't hide her smile, and she stretched out a hand to Alan: "Take me away." ”

Alan pulled Aishara into his arms, then hugged her, and the two of them kissed unscrupulously in public.

Surrounded by a bunch of people, but soon, the cries of blessing merged.

Only Milune, who was passing by inadvertently, fled from the scene as quickly as he saw this scene.

(Still in the code word, first change, then repair)