"Holy! We really crossed over! Your uncle, those gold coins I kept in the bank! It's really hard work for decades, and I wear it until 80 years......"

"The Holy Light is up again, it's impossible!"

"You'd better not play any tricks on this old dog, or I'll shoot you in the head!"

"Wow~Wow~ This is really big news!"

"Hmph, I knew you had a huge secret hidden in you......"

"That's enough, shut up!" I let out a low growl, stopping my teammates from disjointed words. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info My mind is in a mess right now, and a lot of memories of the Northrend era are summoned from the graveyard of memory. The death of friends, the sacrifice and fall of heroes, the tragic death of countless coalition soldiers at the Gate of Damnation, and the burial of countless warriors in the Icecrown Fortress. The arrogant blue dragon slaughtered our spellcasters for no reason, and the ignorant and stubborn human ancestors mercilessly slaughtered their descendants. The insensitive Titan Guardian, the haunting Elder God, all of this makes me can't bear to recall an era full of blood and tears. But now I'm inexplicably back to that era, is this fate? But I think that God is fooling us, in order to let us experience that unbearable pain again, in order to let us feel the pain of being broken at that time again.

No! I'm not going to let the disasters of the past happen again! Absolutely not!

"Don't get excited, isn't that good. We come from the future, we are in the past, and this is simply the greatest gift that God has given us! Think about it, we know what the future holds, we know what the enemy will do, and we can even change the direction of the future gradually. What does this mean? This means that we are the gods who can use and manipulate time! The werewolf wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and whispered a little frantically.

"How do you know we're 5 years ago when we were Draenor?" I was thrilled, but I still had some doubts.

The werewolf smiled darkly, picked up Fenix's ale and drank it down. Putting down the empty cup, the werewolf told us what he had seen.

It turned out that the werewolves had also organized a squad to participate in the conquest of the Iron Tribe by the Alliance and the Horde Alliance. However, in the portal, he was stunned by an unknown force, and when he awoke, he found himself lying in the snow in Northrend. I don't know why, he came to this world several weeks before us, maybe there was a little time error when he traveled through time and space.

He woke up and didn't notice his teammates, so he wandered alone in the snow for a long time. During his wanderings, he unintentionally found that his fighting power was weakened, which made him feel very lost. This, combined with the wounds on his body and the long period of not eating, made him almost return to the sky several times.

But he survived, and found the Dreadnought from memory. But what he didn't expect was that the guards guarding the city attacked for no reason when they saw him, and shouted: Werewolves have attacked the fortress. As a result, a large number of guards rushed out of the fortress, and they did not pursue the werewolves until they were far away. The werewolf learned to be obedient when he came to the dreadnought for the second time, and he retreated into the form of a human and easily blended into the city. He came to the tavern and found people talking about the Northrend era, which struck him as strange. After much inquiry, he finally found himself in Northrend five years ago. Just as he was barely digesting the fact, we arrived at the tavern.

"It's unbelievable." I sighed softly.

"Miss Lizzie, is he telling the truth?" Paladin Ares asked, incredulous.

"How would I know?" The thief girl was a little surprised.

"Hmm...... Then I ask you, is the Lich King dead now? ”

"Nope."

"Is Malygos, King of the Blue Dragon, dead?"

"Nope."

"Is Ronin dead?"

"Nope."

"Is Garros Hell Roaring dead?"

"Nope."

"Did Woking become the Great Chief of the Tribe?"

"Nope."

"Did the dwarven king Magni Copperbeard turn into bricks?"

"Nope."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"I didn't ...... I don't have a boyfriend or not, what's your business! ”

I thought to myself: it! It seemed that what the werewolf said was true, and I asked the werewolf, "Why did you teleport here so long before me?" ”

"Oh, God knows."

"And do you know why we're being teleported here?"

"It's hard to say, maybe there was a technical mistake in the portal, maybe the bronze dragons in charge of time are playing tricks." The werewolf grabbed the dwarf's ale again and drank it down: "Hehe, you must know that in this world, people disappear every day for no reason. According to authoritative statistics, dozens of people in the world of Azeroth disappear every day, and no one knows where they have gone. Maybe they were teleported to the legendary Demacia by a mysterious force, maybe they were teleported to New Tristm by the power of darkness, and maybe even they were pulled into the electric shock heaven of the Yang Screaming Beast by a mysterious eastern force. However, there is a rumor that is even more terrifying, saying that they have been hit by dimensionality reduction! That's right, it's the mysterious power that compresses them from three dimensions to two dimensions, and they can only live in cards all day long! I ask you if you're afraid! ”

"Well, you're right." Listening to the werewolf's words, I couldn't help but be shocked: "You said that it may be a ghost caused by the bronze dragon, and I very much agree with this." Why? Because when we were teleported, we saw a bronze dragon! So I told the werewolf what had happened.

"Interesting, interesting......" the werewolf lowered his head and muttered softly.

"Wow! I get it! You are like Archmage Crassus and Archmage Ronin, who have traveled through time and space with the power of the Bronze Dragon. Oh my God, this is fantastic. Belch...... Hello future people, my name is Jenny, and my nickname is Grand Master Wanlan! The little mage said with a sudden realization.

"Don't make a fuss......"

In fact, I've heard her story told by others. Legend has it that the consort of the Red Dragon Queen, Clyostraz, transformed into the elven mage Crassus, and traveled with his apprentice Ronin and the tribal warrior Blox Sarufar to Kalimdor 10,000 years ago to fight against the invasion of the Burning Legion. (Some say that Brooks should be called Brooks Higa Sarufar, and some say that 'Higa' is the orc word for brother.) Personally, I agree with the latter statement, because I have obsessive-compulsive disorder and feel more comfortable seeing four-word words, so I ...... But I've always felt that this story is, and it's not that simple to travel through time and space. But now that I've experienced something like this, it's so delicate.

"Captain, what should we do next?" Redbeard said as he picked up my glass and drank it down. (His was drunk by the werewolves...... ）

"We can't afford to repeat the mistakes of the past, we can't afford to make the same mistakes again! We must rely on our own strength to create a more peaceful, fraternal, harmonious and peaceful future! We must reject violence and war, and use our kindness and generosity to create a better tomorrow! …… There should be applause here. With a round of sparse applause, I ended my epochal speech.

It may be that our emotions are a little fluctuating when we speak, so others always think that we are surprised, which provokes many people to look at us. These eyes range from curiosity to ill-intention. The warrior saw a table of adventurers not far away looking at us with disdain, and couldn't help but be a little angry: "What are you looking at? ”

"Look at you!" The opposing side is facing each other.

"Say it again!" The warrior was furious.

"Just look at you, whatever!" The other party went up against the wind.

A few of us looked at each other, and then I grabbed my glass and threw it over, hitting each other with blood on the head. I grabbed another bottle and shouted, "What are you waiting for, brothers, kill them for me!" ”