1102 Saving the Chief Sal (1st Watch)

In the long river of history, time flows quietly - this is the historical structure of the ordinary world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This book is from.

Nagato Yuki Friendly Reminder: The world of Haruhi Suzumiya is also like this.

But in the world of Azeroth, and indeed in the entire World of Warcraft, the world does take on a network pattern, which has to make us hesitate. Because the structure of this network changes one, almost all of them will be affected - to defend the past is to defend the future and the present.

But here's the problem...... Levi doesn't need Azeroth's history, so why would he want to defend the future?

What Mount Hyjal should look like, of course Levi knew, even after n years, he should be able to understand the shape of the mountain, and the trend of the mountain......

"Here, where is it?"

Carrying the collar of the young bronze dragon that had turned into a human form on the side, Levi vigorously pressed the dragon, which did not look like a dragon.

"Should...... Should be...... It should be the ...... of Mount Hyjal"

This dragon called Nack is also considered to have reached the blood mold, and he has never seen such a faceless human or undead before. Of course, he hadn't seen many undead before.

"Do you call this Mount Hyjal? I'll forgive you if you can find a dirt bag! Levi kept holding the collar of the other party, pointed to the endless plain in the distance, and said, "How can there be a little divine aura here?" What about the World Tree? What about the Well of Eternity? What about the Night Elves? Kindness!? ”

"Also...... Maybe we've traveled to the Heights of Hyjal, where there is no World Tree, no Well of Eternity, and no Night Elves yet. Nack thought about it for a long time and finally came up with a perfect excuse.

“…… So good. ”

Pulling the other party's neck, Levi came to a signboard at an intersection: "You, know the lingua franca?" Look, what's on it? ”

“…… Arathi Heights, two kilometers ahead will enter the Hillsbrad Hills......" The bronze dragon with the face finished reading the words on it, his eyes darkened, and he fainted.

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The wind swept through the artemisia grass on the Arathi Heights, and the strong wind turned the lawn into waves, and no animal dared to gallop on the highlands at this time, because there was a very bad-tempered undead and a good-tempered dragon.

A burst of Foshan Shadowless Feet picked up the fainting bronze dragon, and Levi found that his temper had been getting bigger and bigger lately—or rather, he had seen more and more brain-dead lately.

"Do you still have a score?" Levi pointed to the bronze dragon's nose and scolded, "I'm not scoreless enough, you don't have a score than me!" You ......"

"Teacher, you can't say this-" Poison Island Tsuneko, who is a virtuous helper, immediately pulled the corner of Levi's clothes and reminded quietly.

"Oh, you can't say this......" Levi nodded suddenly: "Then tell me something else - how did you teleport?" Teleported us to the Arathi Heights? ”

“…… I...... I'm actually just a newbie. ”

"I've heard enough of this excuse!" Levi snorted, "Are you really a bronze dragon?" Stop making a fuss and get us to the real Hyjal! Otherwise......"

The threat is palpable.

"That...... Actually......"

The bronze dragon said weakly, "In order to prevent the plane-time from jumping too often and causing any undesirable consequences, our code stipulates a death order: once a month, the plane-jump is performed...... Don't worry, after three hundred years here, I can teleport you exactly when we just left......"

"Don't look for excuses, it's just ugly."

At this time, BER finally couldn't stand it anymore, pointed to the dejected head of the bronze dragon, and said, "Are you really a dragon?" If yes, don't be so discouraged by this little setback! Just keep your head up and make the next teleport better! - A warrior like you won't live long! ”

"Ah, yes! ……”

One dragon is obedient to the lesson of another.

"Alas...... It always feels weird just now. Vivien held up a finger and said, "I have a feeling of being watched—from the time and space transition just now!" ”

"A thief's keen sense of smell?" The Troll Hunter asked, surprised.

"No, a woman's keen intuition." Vivian put her long hair and said, "As a thief, of course I can watch the six roads at any time and listen to all directions~ This kind of thing ......."

"Well, I suddenly had a sense of foreboding." Lying on the ground, the minotaur warrior put his ear to the ground and said like a blind man: "Someone is coming! ”

"Hey, look up." Shen Stick Lu pinched the other party's ears like a pig's head in the second place, and said, "There are already humans over there—yo, there are tribes next to it?" Aha, I almost forgot, we're tribal too...... Here, it's the Arathi Highlands......"

Streams of bloody breath were carried by the wind and spread over the entire plateau.

Long beyond the plain where Levi was, a group of allies and tribes fought together.

The corpses of the warriors have become one with the swords that have been inserted into them, and in that sacred terror, they are like statues that can hold their breath even for the most wicked. Tall minotaurs, handsome night elves, or dwarves and gnomes with many smaller heads, they all died the same—faces twisted by struggle, hands gripping tightly on the sharp weapons that pierced their bodies, trying to cover the blood and organs that flowed out of their abdomen—or, when the dwarves were unfortunately split in half by the minotaur's great axe, trying to find the body of their other half that had fallen into the distance, only to struggle and bleed to death.

Lying on the ground, the soldier's back was mottled with knife marks, and blood solidified like crystal in the hollows of the knife marks. Even the undead with hideous faces but infinite glory in their hearts have since truly died, and the sacred wind carries music through their empty eyes, making a whirring sound, but the hatred in the battle is still indelible on the faces of the undead who are dead forever.

The five unusually burly minotaur warriors roared hoarsely and then clung to the entrance of the town, sweat and blood painting a tragic pattern on their swollen muscles. Several paladins chanting prayers were almost terrified by the minotaur's almost desperate aura, but they exchanged their eyes with each other for faith, raising their voices by a decibel again.

In the last battle, the minotaurs fell one after another, and the battle around the last minotaur was pressed to the ground by the last female human paladin, and from behind it was like a bullfight, with a sword heart. With his last breath, the Minotaur's only remaining left hand swung vigorously, cutting off the female human warrior and the opponent's armor.

The fierce battlefield, which was still lively and noisy just now, is silent at the moment. Except for death, there is nothing but dead silence.

“……”

Levi and the others may be better, but the tribes present have a different feeling.

"Good fight – history can't be changed."

Levi broke the deadlock, turned to the tribes in his ranks, and said, "If you want to do the post-war prayer, give you ten minutes." The guy who touched the corpse gave me self-respect - you weren't allowed to take anything that wasn't part of your plane here. ”

This is not a special war, there are nearly a hundred of these battles every year on the Arathi Heights, whether it is a Horde or a Coalition, some soldiers fall and are soaked into bones by the wind and rain, some soldiers are scarred by various sharp weapons, and they leave with endless fatigue and then become more experienced soldiers. From a broader perspective, every year, there are more than a thousand such battles on the two main continents of Azeroth. Since the full formation of the hostile camps of the tribe and the alliance, bloodshed has become the most common thing of all races, so that a complete family is rare, and many more orphans have to accept two facts from an early age: first, hatred of the enemy; The second is hard training with anger.

Between the Union and the Horde, they are mortal enemies.

Of course, this kind of thing, Levi has long been surprised - there are not 100,000 but 80,000 dead in his hands. The gap in registration is just that-

"I ...... Just did a little time newsletter. ”

Seeing that Levi's face was the same as before, the bronze dragon on the side said weakly, "I know the time and space we are in now." ”

"Oh? Really? ”

Levi looked back and said, "Then tell me quickly, where are we?" ”

"If we look at specific historical events...... Before Orgrimmar was founded, before the tribe was basically formed, many, many ...... Chief Saar was also imprisoned before. ”

The dragon in human form pointed in the northwest direction and said, "Right now, Chief Thrall is in captivity, if nothing else...... We need to shoulder our historic responsibility. Go and rescue Chief Thrall, yes, you can't stop for a moment! Because...... Our time is running out. ”

“…… How is this remuneration calculated? ”

Levi snorted, "What will I say to Chief Thrall when I go back?" Give me half of Orgrimmar? ”

"No, you can't do that again, because Chief Thrall won't remember you and the Henglong Legion that will soon appear after the history has been corrected."

“…… Henglong Legion? ”

"That's right, Eternal Dragon." The bronze dragon said: "Our competitors, peers. ”

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