Wrong Timeline, Draenor World, Tsutenpin.

The High Ravens have been in a panic lately, and their Sun Prophets have foreseen a terrible prophecy.

Before that, the Ravens had not received any forewarning of the future for a long time, because this world had no future and was about to be erased by the river of time.

But now, a prophecy of destruction has popped up.

In this prophecy, a terrible group of enemies will loot them and destroy them.

This tide of darkness from other worlds will sweep across Draenor, leaving nothing but scorched earth and ruins in its wake.

Azeroth ...

That's all the high-ranking crows got their name.

Gollund area, Yongmao woodland.

The plants here are beginning to wither due to the lack of sunlight for a long time, and the forest spirits have to unleash nature-generating magic around the clock to keep the eternal woodland alive.

The incomparably large Ancestor Jing Beasts were forming a circle, discussing something with serious expressions.

The Ancestor Thorn is the only species in the world of Draenor that can face the Margolon Giant, but at this moment, the Gollund region is peaceful, and the generational struggle between the two parties has fallen into a brief period of peace.

This world is about to be destroyed, and as long as it is a powerful creature, it is now clear through various methods.

"The horde of the Evil Orcs in the south has been completely defeated, defeated by a group of aliens, who are powerful and have three islands that can float in the sky. "An ancestor thorn beast is worried.

"Yes, and... They also have a Titan deity, I still can't believe this, isn't the legendary Titan of the Pantheon the righteous existence of absolute order?"

"There's no way there's going to be a fallen Dark Titan, is there. ”

"So how do we deal with it? The world of Draenor is about to be destroyed, can we make contact with these invaders?"

The Greatest Ancestor Jing Beast listened to the discussion of his compatriots, thought for a while, and finally made a decision.

"If they get to Gollund, they should observe and then decide whether or not to make contact. ”

Nagrand Savannah, Hanging Hammer Fort.

The ogre leader, Margok, stood atop the towering earth-colored walls, watching the army of the Iron Horde slowly gathering below for a full-scale siege.

This horde of orcs from another world, they are countless times more terrifying than the evil orc tribes, they have dragons as air forces, and they have all kinds of strange weapons that have never been seen before.

In particular, the terrifying machine known as the Iron Star was launched by a huge elongated machine, spewing flames and smashing into the city walls, followed by violent explosions that blasted the walls into one huge gap after another.

There are also the black-armored Golon giants, whose cannons shoot directly through the walls and into the interior of the city of Hangmaul.

"Look at who I am!"

Cagas* Blade Fist stood on the shoulders of a steel goron, the killing intent flashing in his eyes undisguised.

"In our world, you have accompanied this pathetic ogre empire to die together, but this is not enough! I will kill you in any world and destroy the ogre empire in any world!"

At this, Kargas laughed cruelly, "And then... I'm going to take you all into my Broken Hand Arena and become a filthy slave gladiator!"

"Calgas in another world ... I don't know what you've been through, but I haven't seen you in our world!" the Ogre Führer Malgok yelled.

Kargas shook his head, "It doesn't matter, what matters... The mallet is about to be scorched. ”

"Goron, fire!"

"You can rest assured, the Draenei are eating and drinking well, and are waiting to go back with us. ”

Shadowmoon Valley, the Temple of Carabo.

Boss Hu pressed Tulani back to the bed, "You can rest assured that you can cultivate with peace of mind, and Socresa will take care of the affairs of the clan, obedient." ”

"That... Can you let your army look for it, there should still be remnants of compatriots in various regions hiding from the evil orcs. Tulani lay back on the bed, looking at the Titan in front of her with a pleading look in her eyes.

Hu Feng kissed Tulani's forehead, "I have already ordered it to go down, you can sleep at ease, everything has me." I said I would protect you, so I would protect your people. ”

"I believe in you. ”

Tulani stared at Boss Hu with wide eyes.

"It's just that I don't dare to sleep, I'm afraid that when I wake up, I will find that it is just a dream of mine, my mental imagination... I'm back to that cold and cruel reality, the Draenei is going to perish, and you're dying at the pass... I... Well... ”

Before the words were finished, Tulani was gagged by Boss Hu and forcibly kissed him for the second time.

Looking at Tulani, who fell into a state of confusion as soon as she was forcibly kissed, Boss Hu was a little painful, was he addicted to a forced kiss.

"Don't be cranky, go to bed obediently. Now your task is to get some rest, this is the Titan's order, have you had a good night's sleep since I left until I returned?"

As he spoke, a burst of mental hypnosis flooded into Tulani's mind, who immediately fell into a groggy sleep (there is no book here, don't ask!).

Delaney is indeed living a very comfortable life at the moment, they are eating and drinking well and are resting collectively.

After such a long and protracted war, the entire Draenei had reached a point of exhaustion, and without the enemy of the evil orcs, their tense spirit and perseverance immediately collapsed.

Socresa was pulling people around the clan to spread the word about the benefits of being Ereda, and quite a few of them were already interested in it, and decided to follow the archbishop to receive the infusion of evil that terrified them.

Most of the rest of the draenei began to pack anything of value in the temple of Carabo, such as various works of art, crystal-wiping techniques, and even wall decorations.

Anyway, I'm going to leave this world forever soon, so digging three feet into the ground will have to take more things with me.

Azeroth, the Eastern Kingdom continent, the Eastern Plaguelands.

Oscar turned into a sandstorm of energy and rampaged through the sea of natural disasters.

He was followed by a one-meter-long white fat maggot, covered in delicate heavy Mithril armor, like a steamroller following his master to kill the undead in front of him.

"Haha, Sisaris, you haven't killed as many armored battle maggots as my armor battle maggots, you Mograine brat should really go back to be your paladin and play some magic!"

Cesaris Mograine, the youngest son of Lord of the Ashes, is also the only mage outlier in this paladin family.

"Shut up, Oscar, I shouldn't have teamed up with you! Look at what you've encountered every time! Either the main force of the Undead Scourge or the Deathwing disguised in human form, I'm going to be killed by you sooner or later!"

Cesaris held his staff, and the arcane barrage never stopped.

"Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense, after finishing this ticket, Lao Tzu will take you to the Kalimdor continent to play, I heard that Sulama City has been preparing a grand event recently, and following Lao Tzu can make you suffer a loss. ”

Oscar's two-person team can be regarded as a tacit cooperation, and since they teamed up together to participate in the challenge of the Broken Hand Arena, the two have been working together to complete various difficult bounties.

Oscar is for gold and fame, and Cesaris Mograini is for training himself and accumulating practical experience, after all, he is not bad for money, and Oscar is not comparable.