World of Warcraft is a plane where the power level is extremely chaotic and extremely distinct, where ordinary professionals have no hierarchy, and the three lines eternally divide professionals into ordinary adventurers - high professionals - near gods. And these three lines span a huge space, and among ordinary adventurers, there are ordinary warriors who can only use one or two fists and feet, and there are also faith warriors who can resist a team of Stormwind cavalry alone; Among the higher professions are mages who have renounced their oaths like Khadgar, and there are also super archmages like Medivan who can almost touch the threshold of godhood.

As for the line above the near gods, they are basically the 80,000-year-old giants of the thousand-year-old king who opened and closed their mouths to destroy the plane, such as the Titan of the Pantheon, the fallen Sargeras, or the ancient gods, but these are all things after several versions, except for Sargeras who is possessed by Medivan, it is basically impossible for others to contact.

The only thing to be wary of is the troubled bronze dragon, also known as the time dragon, these lackeys of the Titans are not the guardians of the creatures of this world, but the development of this world from deviating from the right track.

Committed to preserving the cruel history set by their masters, they indifferently watched as Azeroth became a bloody meat grinder, pitting and killing the Burning Legion according to the script set by their masters, without interfering in the process of maintaining the timeline and ensuring the correct course of history.

In this world, whether humans or orcs, undead or elves. All the creatures are marionettes in the hands of the Titans, moving forward step by step according to the script they have already set, and finally after playing the most magnificent scene of their lives, they are completely destroyed.

As long as the trajectory of the world's development does not change, then these dragons who will do whatever it takes to maintain the development of the script will not appear.

"Five-Colored Guardian Dragon"

Chu Ci closed his eyes, his fingers unconsciously tapped on the table, his eyes went over the roof, over the city wall, over the dense canopy and the babbling stream, swirling around the pointed watchtower, and came to a gourd-shaped valley on the outskirts of Shanjin Town, where there was an old manor, with more than a hundred war horses surrounded by ivy-covered walls, and a team of soldiers wearing at least one hundred and fifty pounds of armor to patrol closely.

The old and young horsemen who had separated during the day stroked their chests with their right hands and bowed to the throne opposite the Shatu Round Table.

Ryan Ureon, a king with kingly faith and strong personality, wears a crown, deep eyes, fluffy hair and a thick beard to prove his abundant energy, and his muscles are well concealed in comfortable spinning clothes, making it difficult to explore the strength of King Ryan in terms of muscle density.

"What kind of monster is this?"

King Ryan's calloused fingers brushed the slash marks on his shield, the gaps almost reaching into his fist, and it was hard to imagine what kind of weapon was used to cut them.

"That's a rumor, Your Majesty." Someone said.

"How could the thirty people stationed there die quietly." King Lane's most annoying and muddy old fellow, if it weren't for his tenure as the kingdom's great manzai, he would have been kicked out a long time ago.

"It's a green-skinned monster."

"It's evil power!"

The old cavalryman and the cloaked young man who had just entered the house spoke at the same time, attracting the attention of King Lane and everyone in the room.

"Huh? Khadgar? The corners of Chu Ci's mouth curled slightly, the young man in the game is Medivan's apprentice, oh, by the way, in the game plot, he has an indescribable relationship with the half-orc Garona, and when the movie is adapted, Garona falls in love with King Lane's brother-in-law Anduin Lothar, a typical tragic man who is NTR by the plot.

"You speak first." Ryan paused, then raised his hand to signal his cavalry to speak.

"Yes, Your Majesty. It is a humanoid green-skinned monster that walks upright, with an average height of about two meters and five to four meters, a large and strong body, great strength, average running speed, and unknown eating habits, but judging from the fact that they know how to make protective gear to cover up vital points and know how to cast weapons, they have a certain wisdom and sociality. The old cavalry saluted King Lane, gathered his thoughts, and slowly said the information he had pondered repeatedly along the way.

At this time, the cavalry was hereditary, not only a professional, but also had good knowledge, learned military strategy, and had the functions of scouts, infantry soldiers, rangers, heavy cavalry, assault soldiers, special warfare soldiers, etc., and could carry a gun on a horse, and be a lord when dismounting, and was the backbone of the king's side.

"So this is an unknown civilized race?" King Ryan's eyebrows furrowed tightly, the Azeroth plane is not without other races, there are races such as night elves and dwarves in the alliance, but an unknown race that is undeclared and hostile suddenly appears in the southeast of the Elwyn Forest, which is not good news.

"It's not just an unknown race, Your Majesty." Khadgar tried to step forward, but was held down by the young knight's shoulder.

Ryan listened sideways to the introduction of his eldest brother Anduin, and understood that the young man in front of him was a young mage from Dalaran, and immediately paid attention to it: "Dare to ask the mage's surname?" ”

"My name is Khadgar, and I'm a candidate for the Guardians" Seeing King Lane's disbelieving gaze, Khadgar stammered and added, "I used to be, but I gave up my vows." ”

Anduin came to Khadgar with gin and quipped the young man, "So you're a fugitive?" ”

Khadgar turned his head to look at Anduin, "I'm not a fugitive. Anduin raised his hand and instructed Ikadgar to maintain his manners and speak squarely to the king.

"Your Majesty, although I have left Dalaran, my mana is still there, and I feel uneasy, but when the evil power rises, it can almost be smelled!" Khadgar didn't know how to say how he felt, and could only express his fear and uneasiness by 'smelling'.

"I can't sit idly by when I perceive the forces of evil approaching so closely!"

"Huh?" Chu Ci frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and looked at the southeast, the soul power of madness mixed with tranquility and light, should it be said that Medivan deserved to summon the Near-God Archmage of the Gate of Darkness with his own strength?

"Military attaché, medical officer, curse officer." Chu Ci said three names lightly, and three rotating alchemy teleportation arrays shone in the bar, and the gathered spatial power communicated the unknown space in Chu Ci's body, and under the vigilant eyes of a group of adventurers, three alchemy puppets stepped out of the golden light in the sky.

"Take a Moonlight Knights and go to Grand Village." Chu Ci pointed out, and an extra sigil appeared on the forehead of the curse official Bai Zhe. "Where did Zixuan and Zhenhong go?"

Only Crimson sat there reservedly on the round table, eating a small corner of cereal bread in her little hands, and Zixuan and Zhenhong left at some point.

Chu Ci looked at it, Crimson politely put the cereal bread on the plate, and pointed out the door with a white and tender little finger.

"Huh?"

The mind was swept away, and Chu Ci couldn't cry or laugh. (To be continued.) )