The curtain has come down on the Double Dragons over the Endless Sea, and Deathwing and the Twilight Dragon Legion in the established fateful timeline are not in love with each other, and after fighting each other for a while, they begin to flee and head straight to the north.

In the Northrend Continent, the Temple of Dragon's Sleep is his target.

There, he will be brainwashed by Enzos to launch a long-planned operation to initiate the final Twilight Trial.

Enzos thinks that the Elder God colleagues in this timeline will definitely help him complete the Twilight Trial, although I don't know if Yugsaron has found a way to avoid being devoured and fused, but there is also a Yugsaron in this timeline.

In the face of the Twilight Judgment, the Elder Gods must unite sincerely to create a good cause, for the sake of the Void!

And the other self on this timeline is the best ally.

So, at this time, the disadvantages of information asymmetry are revealed, and Enzos made a common-sense mistake: if it were not for the extremely different fates, then the timeline would not have been devoured and fused.

What would happen to the Elder Gods of this strange timeline, and what kind of special existence was hidden here, Enzos did not think of these.

After all, it's too much for a madman to think about it all, not to mention being besieged by a large army as soon as he arrives, so how can he have time to calm down and light a cigarette and plan for the future.

The only one who is still extremely angry is, of course, the Winged Monarch, who failed to kill his alter self from the established fateful timeline as he wished, which made the Winged Monarch's madness immediately come to his head.

Leading the Twilight Dragon brothers on his side, Winged Jun followed closely behind, roaring in the direction of the Northrend continent.

Anyway, whatever you say is to die and bite it, the mad dog spirit can't be lost, and the other self must die!

With the departure of the two mad dragons one after another, the fierce battle in the Endless Sea has temporarily come to an end, and all parties in the world... Well... Well, all parts of the world are scolding the flood relief, plus large-scale demolition and reconstruction.

The fact that their territory has more than doubled, and each region has grown to varying degrees, is a good thing, and of course everyone likes to see it.

But, but.

"Are the humans in that timeline stupid? Look at Stormwind, look at what the hell has become now! How do they divide the city? And what's wrong with the Garden District, can anyone tell me why all the extra is ruins and seawater!"

King Varian rode his horse and toured the capital city that had been turned into a large construction site.

"The old king and the old commander once told me that Stormwind was captured and destroyed during the Orc War, and I think they rebuilt the city differently than we have now. ”

The Grand Duke of Bolval followed Varian and shrugged helplessly.

His Majesty immediately snorted in disgust, Varian hated tribes the most, it was a well-known thing.

The team wandered to the Valley of Heroes at the city gate, and at this moment it was no exception, and it was a mess of the sudden appearance of an extra bunch of things.

A large group of Difia craftsmen and city guards were talking to each other around the extra statues, not knowing what to do, and when they saw the king's leading inspection procession, the crowd immediately gave way to a way.

"Who are those extra statues? Let me see, Dark Gate Heroes, Khadgar, Aurelia Windranger, Kudran, Tulayan?"

Varian rolled over and dismounted, crouching down to read the description on the statue's pedestal.

"Demolished, demolished, all demolished! Where are the statues of Lothar and Medivan? Oh, it's still there. ”

As he spoke, His Majesty looked back again, well... Fortunately, nothing happened to the statue of the Titan Sarodar in the center of the Valley of Heroes, and the old rascal is still standing there.

"Your Majesty, Countess Onexia is very dissatisfied, her private estate has been devastated, the sea has poured in, and she is homeless at the moment, the Countess needs a group of craftsmen and a repair team, now, otherwise she will return to her dragon form and sleep on the gates of Stormwind. ”

A noble internal affairs officer hurriedly ran over, wiped his sweat, and quickly conveyed the Black Dragon Princess's demands and threats to Varian.

"That damn she-dragon! she doesn't want anything, she's short of manpower now, and she'll talk about her private estate later, let her find a place to make do with herself for a few days! Also, forbid her to return to her dragon form! forbid her to sleep on any gate or roof! Or I'll cut her down, and you tell her!"

King Varian immediately roared back, and the noble industrin hurriedly bowed, mounted his horse and ran towards the city.

Moments later, groups of griffon cavalry suddenly rose into the air and flew in the direction of Stormwind Fortress.

"Your Majesty, Countess Onexia, she didn't listen, but she still returned to her dragon form, and she is now lying on top of the Stormwind Fortress, and she claims that she will come down when her manor is repaired, and His Royal Highness Prince Anduin is persuading her. ”

The poor aristocratic interior officer ran back again.

"Ahhh

"Your Majesty, and... One of the towers of Stormstorm Fortress was broken by Onexia, whether or not... ”

"Repair!"

"Understood, I'll send my men to Stormstorm Fortress at once... ”

"I'm talking about the she-dragon's manor! fix it for her, let her get out!"

Varian interrupted the aristocratic brother with a roar.

The human side is busy demolishing and rebuilding, and there is no major chaos among the dwarves of Ironforge Castle, although the area has suddenly expanded a lot, but after all, the planning of Ironforge Castle has always been the same, and there have been no large-scale changes.

However, because the size of the city has expanded, the Three Hammers Council is now making a lot of noise, desperately trying to get some extra unoccupied land for itself.

"We're going to build a black iron forge, and we can't get used to your broken furnace with copper whiskers!"

"If you don't get used to it, you black iron bastards who grew up eating cinders!"

"We're going to build a griffon's nest too, and there's enough furnaces in Ironforge Fort to carve out an area for us to hack, and we're going to raise griffins!"

"No!

King Magni Brass was still sitting on the throne with a calm expression, and did not bother to stop the noise of the parliamentarians.

Moella, the regent of the Black Iron, sat on the side below the throne, her eyes closed, and seemed to have given up on her efforts.

"There's no end to this quarrel, is there?"

"Yes, father, if you understand. Moira replied with her eyes closed.

Next door to Ironforge, Nomorigan, the nest of gnomes, is a bit miserable.

"Bastards! Idiots! The gnomes in the other timeline are all mentally retarded! The leprosy plague has not yet been cleaned up! Quarantine! Quickly isolate! Immediately isolate and seal all the extra areas! The plague must not be allowed to spread!"

The master craftsman Mekatok jumped up and down, and the big wrench in his hand slammed the tin table in front of him.

Nomorigen managed to clean it up, but the timeline merged, and the leprosy plague appeared along with the extra area, making an instant mess of the entire city.

The gnomes really didn't want to play again and abandoned the city, and this time they decided to fight to the end.

The city is in the people!

Well... The green escape route must be prepared first, just in case.