Chapter 153, The Mission of the Bronze Dragon

After half an hour of rushing and killing, the thousand-man commando finally broke through to the "Tomb of Gracaron" after losing half of it.

Stone pillars more than ten meters high stood within a radius of two kilometers, cutting off the formation of the insects, and everyone's pressure was suddenly much less.

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Behind the sea of worms, Ivoran was wrapping the wound on his arm with a roll of dirty, smelly strips of cloth, of course they couldn't get any decent supplies from the Zerg, and it was good to have a bad strip of cloth.

Although the conditions were difficult, his heart was full of ecstasy.

- Under the pressure of this endless sea of insects, what army can hold on?

As long as he can completely wipe out the tribal army here, he will be a great merit, and he may be able to become a high-ranking priest of the "Old Gods" with this merit in the future.

What a glory that is

Mortals will eventually die, and only by becoming a believer in the old gods can they attain eternity.

He was convinced of this, even though he had never received any "oracles" from Cthun in his life......

Suddenly, there was a noise in the distance, and the bugs began to scream restlessly.

Years of combat experience made him pick up the staff for the first time, and a layer of mana shield was almost subconsciously cast.

And then...... He watched a fast-moving figure, flying hundreds of meters away, staring at himself in mid-air......

Those inky eyes...... Extremely cold.

The line of sight began to skew.

Avoran felt surprised in his heart, the sky ...... How did it turn upside down?

The image flips quickly, as if someone has knocked over the projector, casting a rapidly shaking shadow on the screen.

And the picture is finally frozen on the yellow sand...... A pair of heels, wearing their own familiar leggings.

Is that...... own feet.

Originally...... Has my head fallen out?

The last thoughts, gone.

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The bugs that lost control were nothing more than a pack of beasts, with no directional charge and no threat to the tribal camp.

A row of "wind stones" was lined up one after another, and the casters did not hesitate to use their most powerful magic, and the carpet bombardment lasted for a whole day, and all the people within a radius of five kilometers were in hell.

Outside the Beetle Wall, the last wave of the Zerg army was completely dispersed.

Ten days later, reinforcements from the Horde and Alliance finally arrived in Silishus, and more than 600,000 terrifying troops advanced into the Wall of Beetles, and all the remaining xenomorphs were easily wiped out.

Now, the whole world of Azeroth waits, waiting for a man to arrive, waiting for a door to open.

Where are the so-called heroes?

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The deer-helmeted sentry, La Rochal quietly watched the six men in front of him.

The Inspiration Team and the White Dust Team appear here as representatives of the Horde and the Alliance.

At this time, the mission that originally belonged to the Quicksand Warden was also entrusted to La Rochal, and the key to opening the wall of beetles, the quicksand scepter, was held in the palm of her hand.

"It's been a thousand years, and I've watched the Great Druid Vandal deer helmet smash this scepter into stone."

Vandal Deer Helm, the commander-in-chief of the Battle of the Quicksand a thousand years ago, is second only to Malfurion's Grand Druid. During the war, he watched the Zerg General brutally murder his son, and since then, his attitude towards war has changed drastically, and he vows never to set foot in Silisus again for the rest of his life.

Only a small part of the staff remained in La Rochar's hand, and the dragon's magic flowed through it, but it was not enough to open the Angela barrier.

"Four dragons guard the broken Scepter, and if you want it to be reforged, you must go to them and retrieve it." "However, this is not an easy task, because these four dragons have been in a few ...... for thousands of years situation, they will not necessarily obediently hand over the pieces. In other words...... You may need to resort to force. ”

Back then, the commander of the dragon clan stored the fragments of the scepter separately to prevent someone from recasting the scepter without permission, causing it to be released early by the Zerg.

But what he didn't expect was that the dragons had withered in the millennium, and all kinds of threats had pulled them down from the shrine, and many dragons had suffered misfortunes, including the four dragons.

"I mean, how about you both go and find two pieces each?" La Rochal stared at the two teams of reincarnators and said slowly.

"I'm okay with that." Bai Chen shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Well, we're fine." Li Lian continued.

La Rochar's gaze lingered on Li Lian for a long time, and he had obtained the power of the magister from Shiloma's memory, but the blood elf in front of him could fight the magister for two days and two nights.

"These are the information of the four dragons, you take them." La Rochal took out two pieces of parchment and handed them to each of them.

She continued, "Because of the matter of the Aash Hive, it is certain that there is an unknown and powerful force that is against us, and you must be careful. ”

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After the group was gone, La Rochal sat down on the terrace again, unchanged for a thousand years, like a statue.

"Little girl, thank you for your hard work."

The space-time portal opened in mid-air, and the bronze dragon Chromie still appeared as a little girl.

"Hard?" La Rochal chewed on the words spoken by the bronze dragon ambassador with a wry smile on her face, "Maybe." ”

Chromie unceremoniously moved over the stool, took out a large apple from the space bag, and ate it happily.

"Why don't you do it? Those four dragons have fallen, and it would be dangerous for mortals to deal with them. La Rochal couldn't help but ask.

"Phew, because that's how the timeline should be arranged." Chromie said vaguely, because she was too small, her chin was level with the table, and she held the apple in both hands on the table, biting with some effort.

Kindness...... If you don't consider her identity as a bronze dragon, this is definitely "maliciously selling cuteness", right?

“…… You mean, there's no reason, it's just 'it should be like this' and you arranged for me to say that? La Rochal tried with some effort to understand.

Chromie glanced at her, ate the flesh in two clicks, licked the apple core with his little tongue, and then sucked his fingers, carefully placing the apple core back into the space bag.

"Yes, maintaining the accuracy of the timeline is our Bronze Dragon's mission. It's like this apple core, it's going to grow into a big tree in the future, so I have to keep it at the moment and find the right soil for it to grow. If you don't, the timeline will make mistakes, which is dangerous. ”

"......," La Rochal said jerkily after a long pause, "so you ate the apple itself to get the pit?" Instead of...... Just because it's delicious? ”

Chromie thought for a moment, then affirmed, "That's it. ”

"So what about our conversation now? Why are you explaining this to me? La Rochal continued.

"Because you have to know, I have to explain." Chromie said, spreading his hands.

After a long silence, La Rochal smiled.

"Haha...... It's funny, I thought I was the most miserable person in the world, didn't I? Haha, Dragons ......"

Chromie didn't seem to hear anything, such a result was something she knew from the beginning, and in order to achieve this result, every previous word of dialogue was necessary.

As for La Roixal's sarcastic laughter, she won't try to understand it, because it's not in the timeline's plans.

This is the mission of the Bronze Dragon.

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