To the west of the world of Azeroth, on the continent of Kalimdor, very far away from Lordaeron. Located in the depths of the vast desert at the southern tip of the continent, an ancient cave with a drop of more than 100,000 meters is buried under many obstacles.

Stars and void, reality and illusion, past and future, countless do not know where they come from, can not trace where they finally extend, the essence ribbons formed by different colors and shapes of light are floating around the cave, as if covering the cave with a shield, and the colorful light illuminates the originally dark and deep cave.

From the lifeless earth, sky and rivers, to the microorganisms and insects that can be blown away by the wind at any time, submerged by the current, covered by the mud, and scorched by the flames;

From the commoners of different races who live at the bottom of the kingdom and have no clothes to eat and hungry, to the nobles who act recklessly and enjoy a luxurious life;

From villages of less than 100 people to towns with a population of tens of thousands, or large cities with tens of thousands of inhabitants, or even kingdoms that have been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

All things in Azeroth can be subjected to corresponding bands of light here, and each segment of the inexplicable band of light represents a certain period of time of something, and there are constantly inexplicable rays of light sliding from one part of the band of light to the other, densely packed with hundreds of millions of bands of light, just like this, forming a magnificent color picture.

In this space, time seems to stop flowing, and it seems to flow extremely fast. The light bands seem to be constantly fluttering, but in fact, they always maintain their own unchanging trajectories, and every time they float up and down, they will return to their original positions without a single difference.

On a huge platform in the center of the cavern, the Sleeper was a giant dragon more than a thousand meters long, covered in bronze scales and a powerful creature covered in bronze scales.

Every flicker of light makes the dragon's body exude a sense of unreality, as if it is between the gap between illusion and reality, and as if it is in a different time and space from the cave, revealing a kind of mystery and solemnity.

Above the dragon's head, on the dome of the cave, thirteen bands of light with a width of several hundred meters were suspended, each of which represented a certain period of time in Azeroth, and the thirteen bands of light together formed the past, present, and future of the entire world of Azeroth, from the initial chaos to the final destruction.

One of the bands of light was directly below the position of less than a few hundred meters from the void, and there was a small cavern the size of a football field in the direction of a rock about a hundred meters thick. Between the cave and the giant band of light, there were tens of thousands of tiny bands of light of various types, the thickest of which resembled the thinnest of the arms like hair.

In the center of the small cavern, under the dense but evenly arranged band of light, two young men in the appearance of blood elves were comfortably lying on their backs on a soft chair. One person observed the entire cavern with a light band, and from time to time let out a relaxed laugh.

These represent the light bands of time, which to outsiders seem to be just light bands, but as a member of the Bronze Dragon Legion, the bronze dragon who is affected by the power of the Bronze Dragon King's time can see the images and feel the sounds contained in them.

Tens of thousands of bands of light emitting different streamers represent tens of thousands of creatures of Azeroth, each doing different things and living different lives. Within a second, tens of thousands of people were doing different things, and there were so many sounds and images that if you changed to a creature other than the Bronze Dragon Legion, it wouldn't be long before you would definitely go crazy.

The job of the two bronze dragons is to monitor the time of each creature at this time, to ensure that the present of each creature can develop into the future according to the predetermined trajectory, and to ensure that the 'fate' of each creature is in their own hands.

At the other end of Azeroth, as Bridget Abydis made a decision in her mind as her companions looked at her companions in astonishment, a band of light as thick as a grain of rice suddenly shook in the cluster of light floating above the small cavern, and then moved less than a centimeter to the flank.

The bronze dragon on the left, who is transformed into a white-faced, beardless, male blood elf, was laughing at a pheasant that had fallen into a rabbit hole and was struggling in panic, but suddenly noticed the change in the light band, and jumped up in shock: "The chain of time, the chain of time has changed, go and inform Ke"

Multiply!

In the open space between the two bronze dragons, a black hole with a diameter of about five meters suddenly appeared, and clearly visible chaos and lightning flashes were constantly entangled in the hole, and a warlock wearing a dark red robe and a hood that could not know the race and gender stepped out of the black hole.

Almost at the same time as it appeared, the warlock grabbed a staff with a pattern carved into a bone in his right hand, and raised his left hand to instantly release two dark green magic balls, flying towards the two bronze dragons.

"You!ahh

The bronze dragon on the right was far away, and a yellow light flashed on his body in time, and the whole person became illusory, and the green magic ball and the bronze dragon seemed to be in two different spaces, passing through the bronze dragon's body without hindrance, but without causing the slightest damage to it.

"Adventurer?!!!!

Phew!

The white light that could hardly be captured by vision flashed, and the running bronze dragon trembled, and the whole person was split in half from the top of his head to the crotch, and the corpse turned into ashes in the air before it fell to the ground, and a tall and burly thief slowly emerged from the air.

"That's slow!" the warlock grumbled, sounding like a young woman.

The thief did not make any excuses, and the two stepped into the black hole one after the other, and the black hole slowly closed as the two entered, and finally dissipated into the air, and no trace was seen again

Lordaeron, on the third floor, in the carriage of the Grofe family.

"Young Master, you're already two hours late. Jordan smiled lewdly: "Did you meet a beautiful woman and do sports?"

"Hehe, sort of. Yang Long responded in a good mood, and said to Francis, who was about to reprimand Jordan on the side: "Tell Butler Toby that I need to live in the Royal Academy of Lordaeron, ask him to arrange everything, and if there is no important matter, I will not return to the family in the short term." ”