"The footprints left by that woman three years ago are still clearly visible in Ulduar, should you and I really meddle in this matter?"

In the night sky, his wife's words were clearly audible, causing Malfurion to frown and think of some bad memories.

"Everything in this world is nothing but a joke. All your efforts are nothing but fruitless struggles, useless. ”

"Instead of pinning your hopes on your own power to change everything, it is better to pray that the script set by the Titans of Creation will leave you with a good ending."

"At least the latter is more likely than the former."

The cold and heartless words rang in his ears again, and Malfurion unconsciously clenched the book in his hand, and his calm mind was affected.

Three years ago, the woman who streaked across Azeroth like a star descended on this world, bringing unimaginable effects on the entire world of Azeroth.

In the superficial world of the main material realm, the footprints left by that woman in Ulduar may not be so remarkable.

However, in the emerald dream of the inner layer of the main material realm, that woman left a terrible mark that was enough to make the whole world tremble.

The terrible catastrophe of sinking a continent and shattering an otherwise intact continent into pieces is comparable to the explosion of the Well of Eternity during the War of the Ancients.

You must know that since the explosion of the Well of Eternity in the Emerald Dream has not experienced the ancient war, the land in the Emerald Dream is complete.

But when the woman came, the calamity she brought directly sank half of the continent and scattered the rest into small pieces, drifting across the ocean.

It can be said that the current Emerald Dream is worse than Azeroth, which has experienced the explosion of the Well of Eternity, and its damage is only afraid that it will never be repaired.

Malfurion and the others, who had witnessed that terrible battle at the time, knew how terrible that woman from another world was. is even more haunted by the words she left at the beginning.

Now, three years after she disappeared, another visitor from another world has arrived, and his characteristics are very similar to the husband she mentioned......

Malfurion frowned, a little annoyed.

"It's impossible for the Bronze Dragon Legion not to know when the Otherworldly Visitor changes the course of the timeline, why doesn't Nozdorm have any hints? Has he forgotten the hard lesson of three years ago? ”

In the sky, Tyrande sighed softly. "I received word that Nozdorm was seriously injured not long ago and is now recuperating in the Cave of Time. And the time when it was injured was very close to the time when the red prophet Li Yunfei appeared......"

Looking at her frowning husband, Tyrande whispered, "It seems...... Something seems to have happened to this bronze dragon king, who came into contact with the Red Prophet himself before we did. ”

Malfurion unconsciously flipped the pages of the book in his hand, his thoughts drifting away. "Then why didn't he tell us about it......"

After thinking about it, he closed the book in his hand and looked at his wife in the sky opposite, "Yufeng, can you go to the Cave of Time and ask?" I can't leave for the time being, and the investigation of this matter can only be left to you. ”

In the sky, Tyrande nodded and agreed to her husband's suggestion.

"Understood. I'm going to look for Nozdorm in the Cave of Time, and I'll come back to you when I figure out the details. ”

Malfurion nodded. Gently closed the book in his hand and watched his wife leave in the night sky.

……

…………

In the quiet moonlight, Tyrande slowly awoke from his slumber and sat up on the moon-white wooden bed.

In the dim light of the room, she gently rubbed her brows and felt a little tired.

No matter how many times you have experienced it. This experience of shuttling between the Emerald Dream and the present world in a short period of time made her feel uncomfortable.

Especially after the woman sank the continent of the dream world three years ago, the distorted emerald dream after the energy riot exacerbated the discomfort she felt every time she shuttled.

It's just that being able to see a husband who is separated from her is a happy thing after all.

In ordinary days, she is the high priest in the eyes of the people, and she needs to shoulder the honor and disgrace and mission of the entire race. The husband leads the great druids to protect this world in the Emerald Dream, and the two sides have almost no chance to meet.

Every time, she could only quietly look at her husband's sleeping side face in the real world, silent. It was impossible to wake him up, nor to disturb his work.

So for Tyrande, every time he enters a dream to find Malfurion, it is a bitter and sweet thing.

Because it is impossible for her to enter the Emerald Dream to find Malfurion without a particularly important matter or trouble.

But once the two sides meet, it means that the next thing the two will face will be more than all troubles.

Feeling happy at such times always fills her with guilt as a leader.

But......

Gently clenching his hands, Tyrande took a deep breath, left the cold edge of the bed, and put on his sacred white robe and went outside.

Even if you are a leader, you are a human being, right? It can't really be without any emotion.

So, a little selfishness shouldn't be nothing......

Gently reassuring himself, Tyrande pushed open the door once more, appearing in the stunned eyes of the guards.

"Big ...... My lord? Are you going out? ”

Now that it's this time, still need to go out?

One of the Templar guards hurried over, while another hurried down to prepare for the High Priest's departure.

Tyrande, however, waved his hand and stopped the loyal guards.

"I'm going to go out, and if someone comes looking for me, I'll ask them to wait a few days, and I'll be back soon."

After saying this, Tyrande waved his hand lightly, and in the flow of the moonlight, a dark elf priestess in a white robe disappeared from the field of vision of all the temple guards.

When she regained her sight, she was in the middle of a vast desert.

On the distant horizon, the sun's rays had illuminated the clouds on the horizon, turning the gray sky blue—and because of its location, Tanaris always greeted the morning sun a few hours before the World Tree, Teldashir.

So while the World Tree Teddashir was still shining in the cold moonlight, the endless sea of sand in Tanaris had already ushered in the morning sun.

Standing in the middle of a desert that had just woken up from the darkness of the night, Tyrande could even see a crawling rattlesnake burrowing beneath the sand. Stay away from the rising sun in the east.

In the endless desert of Tanaris, the temperature difference between day and night is enormous, and the night is cold enough to freeze the water, which is a time when many creatures are active.

However, once the sun rises, this endless sea of sand becomes a terrifying purgatory like a furnace, scorching hot.

It is difficult for ordinary creatures to survive in such terrifying temperatures. Even the goblins of Garkison can only live close to the sea, and do not dare to rush into the boundless sea of sand.

Because in the depths of that quicksand kingdom, there is not only a terrifying low temperature that burns everything, but also some kind of terrible monster that lives......

"Nozdorm!"

Standing in the middle of the endless sea of sand, looking at the entrance to the Cave of Time not far ahead, Tyrande cried out loudly, "I have something to see you. ”

In the sky, a yellow-brown bronze dragon spread its huge dragon wings and glided across the sky, its huge body leaving a terrifying shadow on the ground.

Just for this Night Elf who suddenly appeared at the entrance to the Cave of Time. But it didn't dare to approach for the time being—in addition to the mysterious method that suddenly appeared on the other side, the majestic terrifying energy around Tyrande was also a threat that made it vigilant.

When Tyrande called out the name of the Bronze Dragon King Nozdorm, the patrolling bronze dragon began to rejoice in his wisdom.

After all, the Night Elves who can call the Bronze Dragon King by his name are not something he can easily offend no matter how he thinks about it.

So it fell from the sky, folded its wings and landed on the massive collapsed tower at the entrance to the Cavern of Time, staring down at the Night Elves beneath their feet with wide eyes, waiting for their next move.

And the other party didn't let it wait long.

Not long after Tyrande's loud call was heard, a deep voice rang out in the sky. It sounded slowly at the entrance to the Cave of Time.

"Tyrande ......"

The owner of the voice seemed to be a little confused, puzzled by Tyrande's presence. "What are you doing here?"

Tyrande raised his head and said loudly, "I have something important to discuss with you, Honorable Bronze Dragon King, please meet with me." ”

paused, as if he was afraid that the other party would refuse. Tyrande added, "Something to do with the Wild West!" ”

This addition silenced the voices in the void.

In the middle of the sound, just when the bronze dragons patrolling the gate thought that the dragon king had disappeared, the voice of the bronze dragon king Nozdorm sounded again in the sky above the Cave of Time.

Only this time there was more tiredness in his voice, and there was a slight weak sigh.

"I was thinking about it before. It's probably time for you to come over...... Eh......"

Sighing softly, the Bronze Dragon King Nozdorm said, "Come in, the moon god sacrifices to Lady Tyrande." There are some things that we should talk about. ”

As the voice fell, a force of time and space swirled around Tyrande, appearing out of thin air.

Out of respect and trust for the Bronze Dragon King, Tyrande did not resist the call of this force, and allowed the other party to drag him out of this world......

…… Then everything in the whole world changed dramatically around Tyrande......

Standing in the middle of a huge and vast desert, Tyrande had never thought that a desert could be like this, and his face showed a slight expression of astonishment.

As far as her eye could see, there were broken walls, broken statues, rusty weapons, and the bones of giant creatures that surprised the moon god sacrifice.

The owners of these bones were living in a size that would dwarf dragons, and they were so large that Tyrande had expected them not to be creatures she had heard of or seen - she was over 10,000 years old, you know......

In addition to these unimaginably old bones, there are many buildings in this desert that at first glance might seem like they belong to a large civilization, just like the surrounding ruins.

However, if you look closely, you will find that any one building does not belong to the same civilization as the others.

Next to a tall tower that looked like a human was a domed house, and it must have been a dwarven building. Farther away, there was an arched temple with a sunken top, reminding her of the fallen kingdom of Azeroth.

And beside her was an eerie abode. It's the home of an orc chieftain.

A large boat that could hold more than a dozen people was reclining on the dunes, and the back half of the boat was already buried in sand.

The armor of the reign of the first king of Stormgard is scattered on another, smaller dune. A statue of an elven priest leans forward slightly, as if chanting the last prayer for the ship and the armor.

Tyrande was a little surprised by these strange and shocking displays, as the landscape before him resembled an ancient relic from a god's house...... And this is not far from the truth.

None of these ruins belong to this place in the first place.

In fact, no race or civilization has ever thrived here.

All of these ruins. All were collected by the Bronze Dragon Kings from all over the world over countless centuries.

Not only in the past plane, but even in the future may leave its footprints, and the Dragon King who travels through the timeline of Azeroth is such a special and transcendent being.

Standing in the collection of relics floating gently in mid-air, Tyrande felt like walking through a corridor of historical exhibitions, showing her the different histories of all eras and races.

There was an expression of amazement on her face, and there was a slight admiration in her eyes, shocked by the magnificence of this place.

"A very powerful collection room ......"

She looked back at the blank sand around her and praised softly, "Worthy of the name of the Bronze Dragon King." ”

A whisper of disdain rang out in the sky. With a slight self-deprecation and dullness, he responded to her words.

"But that's all there is to it......"

"A ridiculous collector of relics."

The wind suddenly blew in the sand, blowing countless gravel into the sky.

In the midst of the terrible sight of a sandstorm, Tyrande watched intently as the gravel in front of him coalesced from the storm into the shape of an hourglass, and then from the hourglass to the shape of a dragon.

The last thing that came into Tyrande's sight was a gravel dragon that was almost as large as a hill. Just a long distance on the toe is comparable to an ordinary human warship.

Just looking up at the huge dragon made of sand, Tyrande was keenly aware of the other party's discomfort. I couldn't help frowning.

"Bronze Dragon King, you...... Are you really seriously injured? ”

"Ahem......"

The dragon made of sand coughed. A lot of fine sand spewed out, and he nodded weakly, "That's right, very badly injured." ”

Tyrande's face was filled with shock, "Who else in this world can hurt you?" ”

"Of course there is, and a lot of ......," the sand dragon coughed. There was sand and dirt falling down one after another, like a waterfall, "Deathwing, Naozu, Arthas, Illidan...... Even if you husband and wife do their best, you can fight with me and lose both. ”

Constantly shaking his head, it seems that the junction of the neck is very uncomfortable. The dragon of the sand said, "I am only a bronze dragon king, and I am not a god, how can I not be injured." ”

Tyrande frowned, confused.

"But Neozu has been replaced by Arthas, Illidan is dead, and Deathwing is nowhere to be found...... Among the demigods currently active in Azeroth, it can't be Arthas who did it against you, right? ”

The dragon of the sand nodded, agreeing with her guess.

"That's right, it's me who was wounded by Arthas."

Tyrande looked stunned, "Ah...... Alsace? ”

She looked up in astonishment, looking at the weak dragon in front of her, and found it incomprehensible, "Why did the Lich King hurt you?" Did you have a conflict between you? ”

"Of course, and it has to do with the reason why you're here this time."

In the countless collection of floating ruins, the giant dragon of the sand shook his head and said sullenly, "Do you want to come and ask me why I didn't tell you about Li Yunfei, why didn't I tell you the news that Zhao Yuanxin's husband came to this world in advance, right?" ”

Seeing Tyrande nodding, the sand dragon sighed and said, "If I had time, of course I would have informed you in time." But at that time I had been badly wounded by Alsace, and had to hide for the time being to recuperate, intending to come back to you when my injuries were better. ”

"But I didn't expect that before I set off, you would have already come to visit, which saved me the time of a trip."

With a deep yawn, the dragon of the sand said weakly and sleepily, "I can't talk to you about the specifics for the time being. All I can tell you is that when I became aware of the invasion of the world of Azeroth by otherworldters and the possibility of altering the history of Azeroth, I went to capture him myself, not wanting to run into Art......has, the Lich King."

Calmly telling the story of his confrontation with Arthas in the Elwyn Forest, the Bronze Dragon King's voice was full of boredom.

"In this way, I have reached a reconciliation with Arthas for the time being, and I plan to observe for a while before that otherworldly man does not cause any big trouble, and then intervene when necessary, and by the way, make arrangements and preparations during this time, and do not want to rush into conflict with the Lich King."

Tyrande frowned, "You didn't know the man's exact identity back then?" ”

Nozdom nodded and said, "Of course, although the name is familiar, I didn't react for a while. It wasn't until he wrote the red tome and started an uprising of the Wild West that I realized who he really was......"

"And then? You're going to trouble him? Tyrande asked.

The sand dragon shook his head, sighed a little depressedly, and said, "No. I first went to the Eastern Plague Land to find Arthas, told him what happened in the Emerald Dream Realm three years ago, and tried to explain to him the danger of the red prophet Li Yunfei......"

"And then?"

"And then?" The Sand Dragon shrugged his shoulders and said, "And then I was badly injured by that guy." ”

Facing Tyrande's stunned eyes, the Bronze Dragon King also said helplessly, "I don't know what kind of madness that guy has, obviously he talked about it well at the beginning." As soon as I finished talking about killing Li Yunfei, he suddenly started to cut me without saying a word...... I don't know what his brain circuit is, it can't be that he will become an undead, and even his brain will be corroded and destroyed, right? ”

Tyrande was speechless, "That means that now that we want to kill Li Yunfei, we have to take into account the reaction of the Lich King Arthas?" ”

The sand dragon nodded, "If nothing else, it should be." ”

"So what now......

Looking at the Bronze Dragon King in front of him, Tyrande felt very tricky, "Originally, a Red Prophet was already very troublesome, and now it is still mixed with the Lich King, if Deathwing comes over and intervenes again, we all probably don't have to play, and we can run for our lives." ”

Nozdom sneezed and shook off a lot of sand, "Then it's not something I need to think about for a while." ”

With a bang, the huge sand dragon collapsed out of thin air, and the phantom of the bronze dragon king disappeared from front of Tyrande. At the same time, the power of time and space flowed, expelling her from this strange collection room and returning to the endless sea of sand outside.

In the sky, the weak voice of the Bronze Dragon King sounded, with deep tiredness.

"The most important thing for me right now is to recuperate, and I can't interfere too much, so I'll leave the rest to you."

"When I'm healed, I'll bring my Bronze Dragon Legion out to help."

"As for what happened before that, it's up to you, Miss Tyrande. If necessary, you can also use the power of the moon god, and I'll rest first. ”

The voice floating in the sky, with a strong sense of responsibility, made Tyrande speechless.

This guy ......

That's enough. (To be continued......)

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