Wrong Timeline, Draenor, Babel.

The Ravens have been in a panic lately, and their Sun Prophet has foreseen a terrible prophecy.

It had been a long time since there had been a foreshadowing of the future, and the world had no future, about to be erased by the river of time.

But now, a prophecy of destruction has popped up.

In this prophecy, a terrible group of enemies will loot them and destroy them. This tide of darkness from other worlds will sweep across Draenor, leaving nothing but scorched earth in its wake.

Azeroth ...

That's all the Ravens got their name.

And in the Gollund region, Yongmao woodland.

The plants here have begun to wither because they have not seen sunlight for a long time. The forest elves had to unleash nature-spawning magic around the clock to keep the evergreen woodlands alive.

The Ancestor Jing Beasts were forming in a circle, discussing something with serious expressions.

The Ancestor Thorn was the only creature in the world of Draenor that could face the Margolon Giant, but at the moment Gorrond was at peace, and the battle between the two sides fell into a brief period of peace.

This world is about to be destroyed, and all the powerful creatures are now known through various methods.

"The horde of the Evil Orcs in the south has been routed and defeated by a group of aliens. This group of invaders is powerful, and there are three lands that can float in the sky. "An ancestor thorn beast is worried.

"Yes, and... They have a Titan deity, and I still can't believe it. Isn't the legendary Titan the righteous existence of absolute order?"

"There's no going to be a Dark Titan, is it? ”

"So how do we deal with it? Draenor is about to be destroyed, can we get in touch with these invaders?"

The Greatest Ancestor Jing Beast listened to the discussion of his compatriots, thought for a while, and finally made a decision.

"If they get to Gollund, let's observe before deciding whether to make contact. ”

"You can rest assured, the Draenei are eating and drinking well, and are waiting to go back with us. Hu Feng pressed Tulani back to the bed. "You can cultivate with peace of mind, and Socressa's affairs will be taken care of, obedient!"

"That... Can you ask your army to look for it, there should still be remnants of their compatriots in various regions hiding from the orc killing. Tulani lay back on the bed, looking at Hu Feng with a pleading look in her eyes.

Hu Feng kissed Tulani's forehead, "I have already ordered it to go down, you can sleep at ease, everything has me." I said I would protect you, so I would protect your people. ”

"I believe in you. ”

Tulani stared at Hu Feng with wide eyes.

"It's just that I don't dare to sleep, I'm afraid that when I wake up, I will find that it is just a dream of mine, my imagination... I'm back to that cold and cruel reality, the Draenei is going to perish, and you're dying at the pass... I... Well... ”

Before she finished speaking, Tulani was gagged by Hu Feng and forcibly kissed her for the second time.

Looking at Tulani, who fell into a daze as soon as he was forcibly kissed, Hu Feng was a little funny, was he addicted to forced kisses.

"Don't be cranky, go to bed obediently. Now your task is to get some rest, this is the order of the Titans ... Have you slept well ever since I left and now when I returned?"

A burst of mental hypnosis flooded into Turani's mind, and the latter fell into a groggy sleep (there is no book here, don't ask!).

The Delaney were indeed at ease at the moment, and they were resting after eating and drinking. After such a long and protracted war, the Draenei have reached a point of exhaustion, and without the enemy of the Orcs, their spirit and perseverance will immediately crumble.

Now that Socresa was pulling people in the clan and spreading the word about the benefits of being Ereda, a considerable number of people were already interested in it, and decided to follow the archbishop to receive the infusion of the evil power that terrified them.

Most of the rest of the Draenei began to pack anything of value in the Carabo Temple, such as various works of art, crystal techniques, and even wall decorations. Anyway, I'm going to leave this world forever soon, so digging three feet into the ground will have to take more things with me.

Nagrande, Hangmale Fort.

The ogre leader Malgok stood on the towering earth-colored walls, watching the army of the Iron Horde slowly gathering below, ready to attack the city.

These orcs from another human world are countless times more terrifying than the horde of evil orcs, they have dragons as air forces, and all kinds of strange weapons that have never been seen before.

In particular, the terrifying machine known as the Iron Star was launched by a huge long machine, spewing flames into the city walls, followed by violent explosions, blasting huge gaps into the walls one after another.

There were also the armored Golon giants, whose cannons could go straight over the walls and shoot cannonballs into the inside of the Hammer Castle.

"Malgook!! look who I am!!"

Kargas* Blade Fist stood on the shoulder of a Goron, the killing intent flashing in his eyes undisguised.

"In my world, you have accompanied this pathetic ogre empire to die! But this is not enough! I will kill you in any world and destroy the ogre country in any world!"

Kargas burst out laughing cruelly, "And then... I'll take you all into my Broken Hand Arena and become a filthy slave gladiator!"

"Calgas in another world ... I don't know what you've been through, but in our world, I haven't seen you!" Führer Margauk yelled.

Kargas shook his head: "It doesn't matter, what matters is... The mallet is about to be scorched. ”

"Goron!

Azeroth, the Eastern Kingdom continent.

Oscar turned into a sandstorm and rampaged through the sea of natural disasters.

A one-meter-long white fat maggot covered in delicate and heavy Mithril armor follows its master like a steamroller to kill the undead.

"Haha, Sisaris, you don't kill as many maggots as my armored battle maggots!You Mograine boy should really go back to being your paladin and play some magic!"

Cesaris Mograine, the youngest son of Lord of the Ashes, is also the only mage outlier in this paladin family.

"Shut up, Oscar! I shouldn't have teamed up with you! Look at what you encounter every time! Either the main force of the undead scourge or the horse-stepping Deathwing! I'm going to be killed by you sooner or later!"

Cesaris held his staff, and the blast of arcane missiles never stopped.

"Okay, okay! After this bounty, Lao Tzu will take you to Kalim to have more fun, Sulama City has been preparing a grand event recently!

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It's about to be put on the shelves, and Lao Hu wants to say a little bit about watching piracy here.

I know that there are many readers who read pirated copies, and I guess I will continue to watch free pirated copies after this book is put on the shelves, and I am not ready to support the genuine version.

But Lao Hu just wants to say one thing: please learn to respect and understand each other.

You may think that if there is a free pirated version, you may not be a fool to read the paid chapters, you may not have a sense of authenticity, and you may not know how to respect and understand each other.

Lao Hu just wants to say: If they all go to see pirated editions, and the results of the genuine editions are extremely dismal, will the author of the book still have the heart and motivation to continue writing?

Watching pirated copies is like killing chickens and eggs, taking advantage of the free and small cheap piracy for a while, resulting in a situation where there are no good books to read in the future, no one is willing to concentrate on writing books, or authors have opened anti-piracy chapters.

Some people will say let others support the genuine version, not to be the one who is missing. That old Hu also told you to compare your heart to your heart. Everyone thinks this way, so that the number of good books will only come less and less, because piracy is still rampant.

I won't abuse pirated readers, and I won't say anything about you, but Lao Hu just wants to plead you with one thing:

If you can afford to spend a few cents to read the genuine version, then please continue reading this book and support the genuine version.

Lao Hu knows that I will never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, but I believe that more pirated readers are still willing to support the genuine version in their hearts.

Old Hu worshipped.

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