The author's brain is open. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Standing on the ruins of Lordaeron, Arthas looked at his shattered kingdom like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

The bustling Lordaeron was what it was now, and the lonely king's face was cold, and he glanced back at the elves who were standing above the roof of the ruined building.

He knew very well that this elf was not an ordinary elf, and the magic of the elf did not have such power, and he must have a special ability to make time flow and bring himself to this strange and familiar place.

"Great King, you should trust in my power now, right?" The elf named Kenoz naturally formed a golden quicksand staircase at his feet, and he walked slowly in front of the abandoned court of Lordaeron with the King of Arthas.

The atmosphere around him was a little oppressive, and the inexplicable wails made Arthas's heart cramp.

As if the disaster here was caused by his own hands, Arthas shook his head, trying to get himself out of the mood.

"You didn't bring me here to give me your power. I'm not the kind of crazy person you think I am, and I can't help you with the ideas and intentions in your head. Alsace said with a low face.

Kenoz shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly, "As you see in front of you, this world is the same as the world you are, but different. To be precise, there are many interesting things that happen in the timeline of this world. But none of these things matter, what matters is that we can take what we need. ”

"I don't need anyone's help!" Arthas snapped.

Kenoz nodded as a matter of course and continued, "Yes, but you can't refuse your help. Some things are bound to happen, do you want to come with me? ”

Arthas stroked the blonde hair in front of him, and after a moment of deep thought, he said, "Let's go." ”

The power gained from the Aspect of Time is enough for Kenoz to achieve a lot of things. Kenoz hadn't believed that this power could leak out of Nozdorm's hands, but when he saw a black dragon, he thought it was a joke.

Fate likes to play tricks on everyone, even if you can see the future, you still can't avoid the worst.

When Kenoz saw the familiar dragon lord, all faith collapsed. Perhaps under the title of Time Keeper, doing something useful is the most important thing right now.

Kenoz, who calls himself a time-changer, has chosen a few people to work with.

The ancient human city-state of Dalaran lived in this city for some time after becoming an elf.

After some understanding, Kenoz gave up on this partner, he felt that these magicians were too stubborn and rigid in their thinking. Those in power do not give him sufficient guarantees, and the conditions he offers may not satisfy the appetites of all members of parliament at the same time.

The second partner is the Secret Society of Magic. Kenoz got a lot of information about the magister from Chromie's mouth. From that vague timeline, Kenoz couldn't see through the details of the magician. He was so smart that he thought the beliefs he was considering were infallible.

The third is Lordaeron, who is now in absolute power, a human prince who can play a wonderful role in the world of Azeroth in various timelines.

As Kenoz thought, the prince would have a special collaboration with him.

The Aspect of Time has already met Arthas on another plane, the monarch known as the Lich King, who is not in his hour of judgment.

The curved hourglass of time was exposed in front of the King of Arthas, and he frowned, and followed Kenoz into the time rift.

The dark passage echoed with familiar voices that made the king at this time resound a lot of things.

The teleportation was over, and the King of Arthas and Kenoz traveled to the distant frozen north, Northrend.

The king of Arthas, who had participated in the Northern Expedition, saw the vast army of the undead, and began to agree with the words of the elf. This world is quite real, and it may be an ending that will only come after the victory of the undead in the Northern Expedition.

The young past was very smart, but he never dreamed that the world had a more wonderful history.

Directly into the depths of the Icecrown Fortress, Arthas and Kenoz waited in the empty hall for the owner of the fortress to come to his meeting room.

Ten minutes later, the sound of muffled footsteps sounded outside the hall. The new, well-dressed Lich King, stepped into the hall.

The vicissitudes of life echoed through the hall, and the Lich King took off his Helm of Domination, looked at Kenoz, and said, "I never believed that you were the time dragon's nonsense, and if I had known that you were using this illusion to deceive me, you would now be the prey of Frost Sorrow." ”

People who are exactly like themselves are just hair and complexion that have changed.

Arthas, dressed in the king's attire, and Arthas, dressed as the Lich King, looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly heated up.

The King of Arthas clenched his fists, and the Lich King smiled feverishly.

"Kenoz, that's good. You showed me the possibilities of another world. The Lich King laughed.

"Come, young king, see another self, do you have any special thoughts?" The Lich King's blue eyes shone with a cold glow, he said urgently.

Arthas, who has the status of king, is quite calm, and he knows very well that he is not the same as the breathless creature in front of him. He took this thing called the Helm of Domination, and everything changed.

"I'm going to ask a question." King Arthas took the initiative to say.

The Lich King made a gesture of please, motioning for him to speak.

The King of Arthas asked with a solemn expression, "Who destroyed Lordaeron?" ”

The Lich King pulled out Frost Grief, feeling the icy chill of the weapon's bearer, and offering Arthas to hold it.

This answer filled Arthas's heart with curiosity, and he tentatively grasped the weapon.

In an instant, blue light was projected from Arthas's eyes, and scenes were projected in Arthas's mind like memories.

The pain was so severe that Alsace almost fainted. Eventually, though, he accepted it all with Kenoz's help.

"Kenoz, I don't care if this monster is Arthas or not, he's not like me. I love my kingdom dearly. ”

Kenoz breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You all love your country deeply, but the outcome is different. “

The Lich King took Frostmourn back, stroked the golden robes of the King of Arthas and said, "Be your king well, and do whatever you want." ”

The two monarchs had the same sharp look in their eyes, and both the Lich King and the King of Lordaeron seemed to know the meaning of this sentence.

The Lich King was satisfied, and Kenoz had made him see a different version of himself. Of course, the execution of a partnership is not one-sided, and the Lich King has a comprehensive view of the situation, and he wants to have more troops to fight against the coalition forces from the Eastern Kingdoms and Kalimdor.

Tirio's movements were a headache for him, but now it seemed that a great opportunity lay in front of him.

This young king, a different world of himself, will bring him a new opportunity.

In return, the Lich King will also bestow additional powers on the growing king.

The corners of Kenoz's mouth furrowed, and he felt that there was still understanding in the conversation between the two kings. Even though their lives are so different.

The azure undead lights in the Icecrown Fortress have been shining, and Arthas and the Lich King have had a long exchange in his world.

Time was limited, and Kenoz had to push open the gates of the fort after waiting for ten hours.

At this time, the King of Arthas's face was already calm, and he walked into the chasm without saying a word, waiting for the Sands of Time to bring him back to his original world.

The Lich King pressed his palm, and he ordered the two Death Knights to follow Kenoz to this unknown world to help another Arthas.

Thassarian and Kurdila stepped into the hourglass of the arc and left the icy world as time passed.

At the same time, the Magus, who were studying the undead aura carried by the Necromantic Assassins in the northern Lands of Lordaeron, encountered a great problem.

The energy of the undead does not seem to be limited, and these energies are completely different from those of the undead during the Northern Expedition.

One is the undead breath that can be directly ruled unscrupulously, and the other is the undead breath that weakens the power of the Helm of Domination and transplants the will to the individual, but if this necromancer dies, the will of the undead will be restored, then this creature that has become an undead will have its own wisdom and memory!

The former can build war machines, while the latter will give birth to new races.

What kind of influence is it for a race with its own wisdom and way of thinking? Rollin would never let that happen.

The undead became a race in Azeroth, and Rollin knew exactly what it would make the world look like.

Stepping out of the Magical Society's proprietary scientific research facility, Rollin stretched his arms and enjoyed the midday sun.

After some exercise, Rollin was about to leave for Kul Tiras, but was stopped by a small dwarf with two ponytails.

"Chromie?" Rollin stopped at the entrance to the teleportation hub and said in surprise.

The little girl in rough clothes clutched her stomach and said, "I've finally found you, Rollin." ”

Under the watchful eye of the magicians around him, Chromie ran to Rollin's side.

The faces of the magicians were slightly embarrassed, they knew that the council president was very attractive, but this young little Lori didn't seem to have too much appetite.

Rollin knew what was going on in the minds of these single magicians around him, and it was no wonder how these otaku who studied magic all day long had girlfriends.

Coughing lightly, Rollin motioned for everyone to hurry up and get to work.

Chromie didn't understand the awkward atmosphere right now, but for her, none of that was the point.

"Came to Ysera? She's in Silvermoon City. Rollin said.

Chromie had thought about this, after all, such a big thing had happened in the Emerald Dream. But now something even harder was in front of her.

Hurriedly shaking his head, Chromie said to Rollin with an anxious face: "There is a big trouble, Rollin, you must not hide from me." ”

Rollin nodded, wondering what he could hide.

"Has there ever been a bronze dragon looking for you, a bronze dragon with the appearance of time!" Chromie spoke.

The phase of time? Rollin had heard of this thing, but at this point in time, would there be such an artifact?

"No, my intelligence department hasn't gotten any news of this thing and the bronze dragon." Rollin replied frankly.

Cromy continued with a worried expression, "I asked Crassus, and Kenoz didn't go to Dalaran. Since neither organization has anything to do with him, where will he go? ”

Listening to Chromie's words, there seems to be civil strife inside the bronze dragon.

It's really eventful, Rollin's current troubles haven't been dealt with yet, and now there are more troubles like this.

"Azeroth is so big, you don't have a clue how to find it. Also, don't you have a lot of timelines that you can look for. Rollin proposed.

The method proposed by Rollin was immediately considered by Chromie and Anaclos. However, in desperation, after Kenoz didn't know where to get the Time Phase, he used the powerful power he didn't know where to get it and injured Nozdorm.

The leader of the Bronze Dragon temporarily lost the ability to maintain the stability of the timeline, and it was for this reason that Chromie and all the members of the Bronze Dragon Legion began such a clumsy search.

"It doesn't work this way, alas, forget it, since he didn't come to you, it's fine." Chromie breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand to leave.

Luo Lin frowned slightly, and he said, "Aren't you going to see Ysera in Silvermoon City?" ”

"Let's go again when we have time!" Chromie trotted all the way out of the Secret Society's chapter.

After running some distance, the dragon suddenly leapt from the forest and soared into the sky.

In the past few years, the magicians of the Magic Secret Society have seen a lot, and there is no problem with talking and laughing with the ancient gods of dragons.

The strange magicians went about their work, unaffected by the presence of the dragon.

Luo Lin didn't have to worry too much, since the Bronze Dragon Legion was sure to deal with the current problem, then he should deal with the trouble in his own hands first.

Walked to the teleportation hub, and with the help of the Scepter of Sargeras, Rollin teleported directly to Kurtilas.

As a maritime city-state beyond the waters of Lordaeron, it was the first time for Rollin to visit.

Luckily though, Rollin has a good tour guide here. (To be continued.) )