A steady drizzle poured down through the crevices of the dense foliage of the rainforest, turning the already soft soil into muddy. In the dense jungle of the Valley of Thorns, a sizable caravan trudged through with difficulty.

The luggage racks on the backs of more than a dozen huge consignment Kodo beasts tightly bundled large and small bags of luggage and goods, and waterproof canvas coated with animal fat tightly covered the surface of the goods, so as to prevent these valuable mechanical parts and various materials from being wet by the rain and causing unnecessary losses.

It has to be said that the Kodo beast, a species with excellent endurance and strong load-bearing capacity, is really the first choice for carrying goods as a pack of materials. Many traders or caravans from afar will be inclined to use these large docile creatures as consignments. After the Goblins developed their business to Kalimdor, Ratchet City, and Treasure Bay, the consignment of Kodo Beasts became in demand in the markets of the Eastern Kingdoms, and orders placed by merchants of all tribes for these big guys poured into Ratchet City like snowflakes.

And the caravan of the goblin profiteer, the Coolant Gold Coins, has more than a dozen of these big guys. At this moment, these consignments full of supplies were moving slowly through the jungle, their huge hooves splashing a large cloud of mud from time to time, and the caravan members who were trudging through the muddy ground were covered in mud.

The Valley of Thorns is a vast rainforest area with continuous showers that create an unbearable humid climate. Lush rainforest plants cover almost the entire land here. Shrubs, rattans, and weeds took root everywhere, leaving the caravan members unable to get their feet on their feet, creating trouble for the caravan out of thin air. In the middle of this huge rainforest, it is difficult to find a wide and unobstructed road for people to walk and gallop, which makes the caravan have to divide the way ahead and cut through the obstacles, so that the caravan can move through the dense jungle.

Old Tang's burly and sturdy minotaur body looked like a good material for hard work, and he naturally couldn't be lazy with the drudgery of opening the way ahead. Also assigned were the wood-throated bear monster Sharu, the human swordsman Vacy Lev, the gnolloll Hogg, and the dwarven hunter Karui Copper.

Several of the frail women and spellcasters didn't join in, and rightfully so; Eighth-Order Spellbreaker Moragusa Morning Light and frivolous Bard Arcadia. The two high elves with arrogant natures hold their own identities, and they will not take over such dirty work, and the old Tang can understand it; But even O'Gar, the big-bodied two-headed ogre with the same size as Don himself, refused the bald profiteer Calorie Gold on the grounds that he shouldn't do this kind of physical work as a warlock.

The two-headed ogre was a treacherous creature who could be "praised" by goblins, and he didn't blush at all, bearing no resemblance to his stupid kind. The ogre's behavior made Old Tang feel slandered in his heart, and he constantly wondered if he was too "generous" and would be so hard-working.

"Goddamn profiteers, damn greenskinned goblins! I was paid one salary and let me do two jobs! I'm an adventurer, I'm a hunter! Not a lumberjack! Curse him for losing all his money in this trade and lose his pants! The dwarven hunter Karu* Copperiron slashed the rattan in front of him with two one-handed axes, and cursed his profiteer employer indignantly in his mouth.

"Do you want to work day jobs? Don't curse him for losing all his money, otherwise we won't be able to get a penny of reward with the character of a 'profiteer'. The sins of these days are in vain. After a few days of getting along, the human swordsman Huasi Lev, who gave Lao Tang a rigid and strict first impression, made Lao Tang sigh that honest people are the best at complaining. Hearing the dwarf's complaints, the human swordsman spoke on the sidelines. The two-handed sword in his hand also kept "brushing, brushing", throwing out a few sword flowers and smashing a bush.

Hearing the complaints of the two teammates behind him, Don didn't speak, and opened his mouth to reveal a smile. The bald profiteer, who called himself "generous", really had the blood of a goblin in his veins. The "high pay" he spoke of was nothing more than seventy-five silver coins a day, and it was no wonder that these guys were indignant. If it weren't for the long journey of this mission, most of the members of the escort team would have quit.

That is, a guy like Lao Tang who is "not bad for money" will not care much about the task reward. You must know that in addition to the prize money of winning the big tournament in Ratchet City and making a small bet in the duel game, Old Don also has an unknown huge amount of money piled up in his magic backpack! More than 80,000 golden and colorful gold coins that crossed together from the game in the future market have been deliberately kept by Lao Tang and have never been used.

In the real Azeroth, 80,000 gold is definitely an insane number. If used incorrectly, it is also possible to cause the economic collapse of a certain region. Therefore, Lao Tang will be cautious not to use this money, maybe when there is an appropriate time, this money can ruthlessly sin a certain force and hit the opponents of Lao Tang and the Minotaur economically.

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Regarding the "generous" remuneration of the goblin profiteer, except for some guys in the team of Old Tang and Xiao Nizi, "the drunkard doesn't mean to drink", of course, he will not care. Some "people" have obviously joined the caravan with other intentions, and joining the convoy is just a means to hide their identities or a way to achieve their goals. For example, the person who was dressed in excellent enchantment equipment and obviously left the eighth-order spell breaker without permission, he was definitely tired! Although Old Tang was still unsure of the original intention of keeping him away from a comfortable life and not hesitating to suffer this crime, this did not delay Old Tang from being curious and defensive about him.

And, of course, "Little Lori" Cromy!

This "soy sauce dragon", which was quite popular in later generations, appeared here, which made Old Tang a little upset. As a crossing man, Don's biggest reliance in Azeroth is not superb martial arts, not rich assets, and not the parallel "magic weapon" that crosses together in his backpack! It's a familiar knowledge of the plot and history! It's the power of an imposter prophet!

As a crossing man, it is too normal to change the plot and change the direction of the plot. Countless predecessors are also actively changing the plot, making the wheel of history tilt and roll to the side that is beneficial to them. And in Azeroth, doing so is almost like killing yourself! Because here are the guardian dragons left behind by the Titans! There is a Norddorm that can soar into the past and the future, and control the laws of time! There is a Bronze Dragon Legion that can travel freely through time nodes and defend history from being tampered with by anyone!

It is not that the old Tang has not made changes to the "history of later generations" since he crossed over. On the contrary, the traverser Lao Tang not only greatly improved the combat effectiveness of the Minotaur, but also promoted the Minotaur to complete the racial migration through bloody fighting and painstaking planning. The Shuharu, who had suffered heavy losses on the way, now not only suffered minor losses, but even dealt heavy losses to their personal vengeance centaurs and potential future rivals, the Boar Men! Not only was the new home of Mogaolei built impregnable, but Stonetalon Mountain and most of the barren land were also classified as iron buckets operated by the Minotaurs! The strength and power of the Minotaurs have been greatly improved!

What Old Tang did can be said to be doing more wind and rain in Kalim, and Yan zhòng tampered with the original face of "original history"! In this regard, Lao Tang was also worried, worried that he would be invited by Nuo Erye and the Bronze Dragon Legion to "drink tea" and then disappear, ending his time-traveling career. Fortunately, the worst prediction did not appear, although "history" has long changed in the past five years, but the old Tang is still alive and well. The Bronze Dragon Legion, the caretaker of the time stream, didn't seem to have come to trouble Old Tang!

Lao Tang also carefully pondered what the reason would make Second Master Nuo ignore his behavior and let it go. With Old Tang's shallow understanding of the flow of time, it seems that he can only find a possible reasonable explanation. That is, to be an old Don, not to "go back to the present" from one of the countless time nodes in the future Azeroth to tamper with the history that has already been written. Since the day Don became the Totem of Good*'s Terror, Don himself has been a part of the history of the present and the future!

In the future, there is no "history", there is no doomed ending, and there is no "program" that has been written and is waiting to take effect! "The difference is a thousand miles", any small change will cause countless different futures and different endings! Anything that the Gould, Titan Power, and Terror Totem do, is already part of history, and any change it brings to Azeroth is also a part of history! Instead of deliberately tampering with the wrong flow of time!

Therefore, Don is not a "virus", not a "system vulnerability", but a part of the system itself that needs to be maintained. Only this explanation can be the fundamental reason why Second Master Nuo's Bronze Dragon Legion did not come to destroy Miè Old Tang. In the trembling groping stage that he had just crossed over, Old Tang relied on this explanation to comfort himself and support his belief in changing the fate of the Minotaur race.

But now the arrival of Chromie made Old Tang begin to doubt the correctness of his theory, and Old Tang once again fell into a state of hesitation and tension.

As the right-hand man with the highest appearance rate of the Bronze Dragon Legion, Chromie will never appear as a guard in a small goblin caravan for no reason. And the only thing that can attract her attention is the "variable" of Lao Tang. When introducing himself that day, "Dwarf Little Lori" Cromi deliberately said the word "see" in an accentuated tone, so that Old Tang understood it at that time.

Yourself, you're in trouble!

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Looking back in the direction of Serena's little girl, the "little" guy who had caused trouble to himself was laughing and laughing with everyone.

As a lady, Serena did not have to be involved in clearing the way at the front of the caravan. At the moment, she was sitting bored on the back of the brutehorn, picking food from the romantic lunch box, and reluctantly responding to the courteous praise of the High Elf bard beside her. Bard Arcadia. Yuss was holding a beautiful harp and singing a song he had written for Xiao Nizi. The singing voice is crisp and tactful, which is very pleasant, but the lyrics sung in the lingua franca are extremely numb, making people's stomachs sour.

After leaving Treasure Bay and heading north, the caravan had been trekking through the dense rainforest of the Valley of Thorns for nearly a week. I have to admit that the thriving rainforest of the Valley of Thorns has greatly slowed down the pace of the caravan and slowed down the speed of the procession. And in the course of this week, under the purposeful friendship and contact of Chromie, he soon got along with Xiao Nizi. At this moment, "Lolimi" reined in Long Wei, and also sat on the back of the manjiao in front of Xiao Nizi, not interjecting and talking to Xiao Ni. may have noticed Old Tang's looking back, and "Little Lori" Chromie looked at Old Tang for a few seconds with an unpredictable smile.

Nodding at her, Old Tang turned his head and tightened the rainproof cloak on his body, clenched the fan-like battle axe in his hand and swept away a small obstacle in front of him, but Old Tang's heart kept drumming. It's not that Old Tang is worried that Xiao Nizi has exposed too much information about herself, but Old Tang is very relieved about Serena * Blood Feather Xiao Nizi.

You must know that the real Harpy Xiao Nizi is by no means as big and dumb as she is deliberately disguised on the surface now. As the queen of a clan, she is definitely a shrewd person. As early as the first day of the "little Lori" Chromie deliberately made friends and tried to make friends, Xiao Nizi, who hugged Old Tang before falling asleep at night, took advantage of the dead of night and quietly expressed her doubts about Chromie's behavior to Old Tang in the tent.

Although Chromie always talked about it for a long time, he seemed to inadvertently inquire about the news about Lao Tang, and he did it secretly and did not fall behind, but the shrewd little Nizi still felt that something was wrong. Although Xiao Nizi Serena * Blood Feather has not yet guessed Chromie's true identity, a ninth-order powerhouse always inquires about his partner's information without a trace, which still makes Xiao Nizi secretly raise her vigilance.

After being secretly mentioned by Old Tang, he is now pretending to be stupid every day to deal with Chromie's "inadvertent" inquiries, but acting in front of Chromie. What can and can't be said, what can be said, what Cheng dù said, Xiao Nizi knows it very well!

What really made Old Tang uneasy was what Chromie or simply said what the Bronze Dragon Legion was towards him, and whether he knew the identity of his traverser. You must know that Old Tang is a traverser, but his biggest secret and hole card. Anyone who is likely to be seen through the most unwanted and untold secrets in their hearts will feel nervous and at a loss.

After thinking about it for a long time, Tang, who was becoming more and more confused, decided not to worry about this problem anymore. The boat is naturally straight to the bridge, and it is not the style of the old Tang to worry about things that are still uncertain. With his mind back, Don began to pay attention to the next journey. Walking in the rainforest, where the vegetation is so lush that you can't put your feet on it is not the only problem. How to discern the direction to avoid taking the wrong path and how to keep moving forward and deal with sudden danger were the issues that Old Tang and the caravan members needed to be concerned about.

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Superficially told me about my understanding of the flow of time~~ It can be regarded as putting some of the big pits buried in the first volume~~ Regarding the bronze dragon and the flow of events, the later text and the plot will come to an end for the time being~~~ I have to say that the book reviews of the comrades gave me good inspiration~~~ Let me come up with a good joke~~~ If you have anything to build in the future, you will say in the book review~~~One person counts short, and two people count long~~~Everyone helps~~~ will tell the story better.