Although he had been mentally prepared, after all, Malygos did not have enough confidence to deal with Deathwing in his heyday. But the rejection still discouraged Crassus. However, Deathwing must be stopped, and if he can't be stopped, everything is in danger.

Crassus, who returned to Dalaran's house, looked carefully at the bottles on the shelves, and he was very reluctant to face the next choice, but he had to do it, as long as he could convince one of the other two dragon kings, this matter would have a turnaround.

It's just that Ysera's thoughts are the most difficult to understand, and in Crassus's relatively long life, he has not spoken a word to her. Crassus had no choice but to go to Nozdorm, the Lord of Time, first, although Nozdom's heirs repeatedly refused his requests.

"Found it. ”

In the corner, a small bottle contains a small dried flower, it is the Eternalrose, this plant can only be found in the place where the bronze dragon lives in the world, it is a gift from Crassus to Alexstaza, after the attack on his home, he risked his life to recapture it, and now it can come in handy.

Crassus's face flushed a little when he opened the stopper, and he remembered the time when he was "strong".

Two fingers pinch out the flowers, red flames, white frost, green emeralds, blue oceans, and black nights. Each petal exudes artistic beauty, and Crassus crushed the flower with pain. The splinters jumped from one hand to the other, the tingling sensation spreading from the palm to the arm, and Crassus raised his hands above his head to chant the incantation. The tiny flowers turned into quicksand, which spread all over the floor, piled higher and higher, and eventually filled the room......

Crassus found himself in a desert full of flying sand and rocks.

However, this desert was unlike anything Crassus had ever seen, it was full of ruins, the bones of all kinds of strange creatures, and statues of all sizes scattered around. Crassus was close to the buildings, some in the style of the human kingdom, some dwarf, and some unknown to Crassus.

It's like entering a private collection, but there's something unique about the owner's collection?

Crassus sat on the sand, waiting, waiting, I don't know how long, but no one knew him, and Crassus's patience was almost smoothed out. In particular, the statue in front of him, the left half resembles a minotaur, the right half resembles some kind of totem, and the two sides form a very comical pattern, and the expressions of the eyes and mouth seem to mock Crassus for doing useless work.

Crassus finally got tired of waiting and shouted, "Nozdom, where are you, I know you're there, I want to see you!"

As soon as Crassus's words fell, a sandstorm blew in the desert, and Crassus quickly closed his eyes and mouth, and the howling wind made Crassus cover his ears. The wind seemed to have a life force, and he swore not to give up until he was curled, and Crassus poured magic into his legs, steadying his body with difficulty. After a long time, the storm finally subsided, and an hourglass-like object erupted from the desert and rushed into the air, spinning and blowing a tornado, and the hanging sand and dust buried Crassus, who had just opened his eyes.

The tornado cleared, and a yellow dragon about the size of Malygos appeared in the desert.

"Bah, bah!" Crassus came out of the sand, wiping his face and spitting sand. The yellow dragon's eyes were open, bright like gems that could shine into the sun.

"Clay Ostraz," the dragon's voice was a little angry, "who gave you the audacity to dare to disturb my nap!"

"I have to do it, great Lord of Time, please listen to me!"

"Honorific salutations don't quell my anger! You must get out!

The roaring dragon rolled up the sand, and Crassus turned his head and put his arms over his face: "No! I must name the threat to all dragons!

"All dragons?" Nozdorm's smile was a little sarcastic, and he pointed his finger at Crassus, "All dragons, what does it matter to you? Aren't you a mortal mage Crassus? you're not a dragon anymore, get out of here, I still have to take care of my collection." ”

Nozdorm's large hand clasped over the previous statue.

"Nozdom!" Crassus looked at Nozdom angrily, "Deathwing, he's alive!"

"Oh. Nozdorm's expression was calm, as if he already knew the shocking news.

"I'm talking about Deathwing! Deathwing!" Nozdom looked at Crassus's expression like a fool, and Crassus gradually realized that Nozdom must have known the news, "You already know?"

Nozdorm's eyes flashed: "This question is not worth answering, you should go." ”

"Wait!," cried Crassus, "why don't you stop him when you know he's alive!"

Nozdorm craned his neck and looked around, "Do you see these things around you?"

Crassus nodded, and Nozdom said, "Deathwing will eventually disappear into the world like these things......"

"But if you ...... with other dragon kings"

Nozdorm rudely interrupted Crassus: "You're running out of time!"

Nozdom's wings flailed hard, and this time Crassus couldn't stand still, and the wind blew him into the sky......

"Ahh......h

After Crassus left, Nozdom fiddled with his collection and hairstyle.

"Nozdorm. A female voice came from the depths of the desert, "Didn't you foresee in time and space that you would gain the power you lost back then, why don't you help Claiostraz?"

"It's Kronom. Nozdom said without looking back, "I just don't want to promise him." ”

"Uh......" The dragon known as Kronom was obviously choked lightly, "It's good if you're happy, the fog of time in the future is getting more and more, I'm going to study it." ”

Kronom disappeared into the desert, and Nozdom scooped up the sand with his palms, and the sand flowed from his fingers like a small waterfall.

What can we do, we are the guardians of time, and as long as the future timeline is not destroyed, we can't do anything, that's our duty.

The sand ran out, and Nozdorm turned into yellow sand and disappeared in its place.