The atmosphere was extremely quiet for a while, and the black ash that kept falling from the time hunter's body seemed to be thicker, and he sensed it for a moment, and then pointed a huge dragon head at Sylvanas.

"I see fragments of the future, and the fate of the Titan gods is not something I can carefully peek into, but I still see it from a very small number of fragments... That new future is what we want, and the Eternal Dragon will not bother you anymore. ”

As he spoke, the space-time hunter let out a loud dragon groan, and Taresa in Thall's arms suddenly returned to normal, and the black energy light shrouded in her body instantly dissipated.

"Thanksgiving, Sal... Your pathetic fate has been reversed, thank the Titans for your redemption, or today would be your scheduled death. ”

With that, the Space-Time Hunter's form began to slowly dissipate, as if it had once again merged into the endless flow of time, and the Eternal Dragonmen on the ground fell to the ground one after another, turning back into unconscious humans.

"The Eternal Dragon salutes the Titan God Sarodar and brings our respect, Sylvanas of the High Elves. ”

Seeing this, Grom sneered, waved the battle axe in his hand in extreme displeasure, and slashed a few times.

He was uncomfortable that he hadn't been able to engage in a fierce dragon slaying battle.

"It's been so soon, these dragons might as well be chicks instead. ”

"You don't say a few words, no one is when you're dumb. Sylvanas glared fiercely at the orc rough.

Just as everyone was about to leave, the quicksand of time descended like a sandstorm.

Then a bronze dragon came quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the sky above everyone, and then landed on the ground, transforming into a female dwarf.

"Did you encounter the Eternal Dragon?"

Chromie eagerly blocked everyone's path, and then she saw Taresa returning to normal in Thrall's arms, and immediately raised her arm, ready to unleash a mysterious spell...

"I advise you not to do this, Taresa is going to leave with Sal. Sylvanas threatened faintly.

"You don't understand anything!Taressa's predetermined destiny is to stay here and be beheaded by Blackmore!You shouldn't remember what happened today!" Chromie immediately shouted excitedly.

"What are you doing today, dragon meeting!" Grom roared, "I don't care what the predetermined fate should be, we control our own destiny, let's go, Sal goes, this human woman goes too, it's as simple as that, get out of the way, you damn dwarf dragon!"

Hearing this, Chromie looked at Grom, stunned for a moment, and then shocked.

"You should be dead! You shouldn't be an undead! I see, you're on the orders of that Titan of Sarodar!"

Grom weighed the blood roar in his hand and stared at the female dwarf in front of him with malicious intent, "I think you should die, bronze dragon chick, get out of the way!

"Rude orcs, even if you die, you're still so rude!" Chromie glanced at Grom, who was annoyed.

"What do you say? Say it again, you abominable she-dragon!"

Chromie ignored him and looked at Sylvanas instead.

"So, the future Queen of Darkness, can you tell me if you have met the Eternal Dragons and what did you say to them? Yes, you are the future Queen of Darkness, ruling over a large number of the Forsaken, but I think the willful and random Titan God must have told you a long time ago, didn't he?

Chromie's tone was extremely dissatisfied, and he had an expression of breaking the jar...

With that Salodar character, it is estimated that he has already spoiled Sylvanas a thousand and eight hundred times, even if it is forgotten, he still likes to tamper with some established fate, and no one dares to take care of it, which is very helpless.

As a bronze dragon with a sense of responsibility, Chromie said that even if the Time Dragon King Nozdorm didn't dare to take care of it, she would take care of it herself!

Is there any rule in the world of Azeroth? If you know the contact information of the Pantheon, you will definitely complain.

Queen Xi felt a little amused when she heard this, she looked at the bronze female dragon in front of her who seemed to be angry and had nothing to do about it, and shook her head.

"Don't worry, Sarodar will do things in a measured way, the changes he has made to the established fate are to make this world safer and better, not to mention that you are not a guardian dragon, if you can improve the future of the world of Azeroth, then you should try to accept the new future after this change, instead of holding on to the established fate and feeling sorry for yourself, the Dragon King of Time, Nozdorm, understands this. ”

"Why should I believe you! Now that you are shrouded in the power of the Titan, I can't see anything clearly, let alone know if what you say is true or false!" Chromie looked up and glared at Queen Nozomi angrily.

"Then you can go back with us and observe it all with your own eyes. ”

Hearing Sylvanas's words, Grom let out a long sigh, he hated to die of this hateful she-dragon who was chattering with the gods, and now he had to go south with her, and it would be uncomfortable to think about it.

"Shut up!" Queen Hee glared at Grom viciously.

"And Talesa, I won't allow you bronze dragons to do anything to her, and I won't let her be beheaded by that damn Blackmore, she doesn't deserve this, I'm going to take her to Kalimdor!" Sal yelled at Chromie with Taresa in his arms.

Chromie, who had decided to go south with the group, heard the words and glanced at the emotional Thrall.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay, I won't erase this part of her memory, she can do whatever she likes, Sarodar has done enough good things anyway!"

"Speaking of which, Blackmore won't have a chance to do so, and by this time, he and his castle should be reduced to ashes. Sylvanas interjected.

Blackmore's castle has now been completely reduced to a large ruin with burning flames.

The orc soldiers of the Iron Tribe, dressed in black armor, were now escorting the surviving humans, gathered in the square outside the castle, and rudely lined them up.

"Raise your gun!"

When the orcs received the order, they immediately raised their muskets in their hands.

"Fire!"

Bang bang...

The surviving human soldiers, as well as Blackmore's relatives, immediately fell to the ground wailing, blood gushing from their wounds, convulsing in pain and slowly dying.

Blackmore was tied to a makeshift wooden pillar and watched with horror.

It's all over, and this group of orc armies that suddenly appeared ruined everything for themselves, and even more so the great plan in their hearts.

Kargas* Bladefist jumped off his armored black dragon mount and strode in front of the human nobles.

"Hmmm... You are a dog mongrel, you don't have any muscles on your body, you have fine skin and tender meat, and you still want to make the glorious tribal warrior your slave and fight for you? It's sad. ”

The sharp fist of his right arm slowly cut a terrible wound in Blackmore's leg, and the latter immediately screamed loudly.

"Let him down, take him back, he'll love the Broken Hand Arena, don't these human nobles like to watch gladiatorial fights, let our fellow citizens kill each other, let them fight wild beasts... Now, let him experience the joy of gladiatorial fighting. ”

Blackmore was dragged away like a dead dog by orc soldiers.

Calgas stood on the castle walls, looked at the burning hills of Hillsbrad, and then remounted his black dragon mount and roared into the air.

The orc slaves ushered in a complete liberation.