Because of the long journey, the Inspiration team borrowed three bipedal wyverns from the quartermaster.

Although it is said to be a "flying dragon", this creature has nothing to do with dragons. Despite its fangs and claws, it has a surprisingly "gentle" temperament, making it an ideal flying mount.

On the straw-paved wooden frame, lie a dozen bipedal dragons of various colors, with lion-like bodies, wide fleshy wings, and scorpion-like hooked tails. []

These beasts were highly trained, flew steadily, and required little riding skills, and the three of them quickly learned the essentials under the guidance of the quartermaster.

Thus, the journey to the "Cave of Time", the base camp of the Bronze Dragon Legion, began.

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Tanaris, another desert four hundred kilometers away from Silisus, was the last line of defense of the Night Elves in the Battle of the Quicksands, and the xenomorphs once attacked the entrance of the Cave of Time, thus angering the Bronze Dragon Legion.

In the sky, the bipedal wyvern flew at an altitude of about a thousand meters, and the cool air washed the mouths and noses of the warriors, and the fatigue of the past few days subsided.

Lying on the dragon's back, his left hand supporting his chin, his right hand stroking the soft hair on the dragon's neck. The blue wyvern seemed to be very useful, its head and tail swaying from side to side.

Saying...... Why does this wyvern react almost like a puppy? It's also a creature with "dragons"! Do you dare to be domineering?

For Li Lian, flying is no longer a difficult task, but the feeling of flying in the air and riding a mount is completely different, he can have more time to read the changes of the white clouds, and he can be more focused on overlooking the vast land.

It's a good feeling.

After three days of flying, a city in the desert appears at the end of the view.

It was Gakison, a city founded by goblins, and no matter the allied tribes, as long as they gave money, they would not refuse.

Garkison is the only supply point in the entire desert, and the goblins have seized on this to make a huge profit by selling fresh water and other necessities.

"Time is money, my friend. Welcome to the neutral city of Gakison. A dwarf, green-skinned goblin greeted the trio with a "goblin-style" greeting, and several hired men led the three tired bipedal wyverns to the pens.

"You can rest here and get plenty of supplies. In the process...... Please try not to hurt our alliance friends, or you will be charged a large fine. The goblin gestured to several humans standing on the side of the road, staring at the three members of the Revelation Team with hostility.

"Of course, it's none of our business how you want to fight when you get out of town." The goblin merchant smiled wickedly, "If you are unfortunate enough to be injured, we have the best herbalists and priests here who can serve you for a 'low' fee." ”

The goblin merchant Barabala-bara talked for a long time, until the war ghost "gently" stroked his head......

In other words, the geese have plucked their feathers...... It is the virtue of the goblins.

After a short hour's rest, leaving the Wyvern in the pen, the Inspiration Team began to set out on foot.

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At this time, the Cave of Time.

Chromie awoke from her contemplation, visions of time and space intertwining in her mind, driving her to her next mission.

With a wave of her hand, a short-range portal opened in mid-air, and she appeared a kilometer away.

"Anaklos, I'm here to convey Nozdorm's instructions."

The petite girl was suspended in mid-air, her hair ruffled by the hot wind, and she stared at the behemoth beneath her feet.

A dark golden dragon was lying on its stomach in the endless rubble ruins, more than fifty meters long, even the slightest gasp during sleep seemed to be able to roll up a storm, and the surging magic flowed through its body.

- Here's ...... The graveyard of time and space.

Some of the rubble fragments came from tens of thousands of years ago, some from somewhere now, and some even from the future world. In the long history, the disturbance of time and space will always send some sundries here.

And here, the cave of time, is the node of all history, not only the past, but also the present, and the future.

The Bronze Dragons, who manage the timeline of Azeroth on behalf of the Creator Titans, are not qualified to comprehend the "Principle of Time" themselves, and are simply a group of slaves of time.

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"Anaklos, don't pretend to sleep."

Chromie kicked the big fat dragon in the ass as usual......

Who would have thought that compared to the body of the dragon, the thin legs like toothpicks would directly kick Anaklos into the air......

"Chromie!"

The big fat dragon stood up with his teeth and claws, staring at Chromie in mid-air with a cold face.

"Nozdorm's order, give the fragments of the 'Scepter of Quicksand' to the three mortals who will arrive soon." Chromie was unmoved, reading the dragon king's order.

"Got it, get out, I don't want to see you living dead." Anaklos yelled impatiently.

"If only you understood." Chromie nodded, then opened the portal and left, unconcerned about Anaclus' insults.

"Boom" ......

Anaklos slapped the ground hard, blasting out a crater twenty meters in diameter, and everything in it was reduced to powder.

"It's been a thousand years!" He shouted like a madman, "Merinthra...... I won't let the tragedy happen again, I'm going to resist, I'm going to change the fate of this shit! ”

The green dragon princess Merin Sera, a thousand years ago, was invited by Anaklos to join hands to resist the Worm people, but at the last moment she tragically fell into the sea of worms in order to seal the wall of beetles......

That was, pain, remorse, that filled Anaklos' body and mind, and for the first time as a timekeeper he doubted his duty......

How disgusted he was, disgusted with the fool who knew that Merinthra was going to die, but still acted according to the script......

Like the stupidest and most lowly maggot, watching his lover being torn apart by the swarm, but he just remained motionless in order to maintain the correctness of the timeline......

"Scepter of Quicksand? It's good that I watched it shatter back then, and I'm never going to let it be recast today! Come on, 'heroes,' I'll treat you well......"

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Half an hour later, Anaklos slammed the ground with his hard dragon claws, squinting at the three mortals coming from a distance.

"You've kept me waiting too long."

A deep voice echoed through the chaotic space, and Anaklos slowly stood up, looking down at the dying ants with a drop of fifty meters.

He doesn't mind giving them hope before he dies and then taking it away from him......

"So, this is Mr. Anaclos, right?" Li Lian said lightly, his voice was not loud, but it flowed in the air without weakening.

"Mortal, maybe you have to learn to be afraid before you call me by my name." The dragon licked its front paws, its golden eyes radiating a breathtaking momentum.

It was the talent of all dragons, and as the top of the food chain, any other creature instinctively feared them.

Unfortunately, these three are no ordinary creatures.