"Do you know the timeline guarded by the bronze dragon, or what the future of this world looks like?"

Zuo Si looked at the last guardian of the Council of Tirisfa with a slightly curious gaze and let out a soul torture.

Clearly, he was interested in Medivan, and indeed in the magical ritual that created the Guardian.

Because he really couldn't understand how a few mortal mages could gather their magical powers together to create Magna Egwene, who was enough to defeat the Dark Titan Sargeras?

Even if this so-called guardian has been passed down for thousands of years, I don't know how many generations, each generation will continue to accumulate mana and then hand it over to the next guardian when he leaves office, and the power he has is far beyond that of ordinary archmages.

After all, he was the most powerful warrior known of all the Titans, and he could have swept away all the rest of the Pantheon with the power of a single person.

Although the incident itself was a conspiracy of Sargeras, and it was most likely released to the sea, it was still quite outrageous in terms of the result.

So what exactly is a Guardian?

What kind of magical rituals did the first rulers of Dalaran and the High Elves of the time use to infuse so much arcane energy into a person's figurines?

How does this person ensure that he won't be unable to bear to turn into a human magic bomb directly?

Most importantly, if the High Elves have mastered such technology, then why not create another Guardian of their own?

In that case, it doesn't matter if it's Arthas and the army of millions of undead, or the Lich King behind him, if he dares to appear in Quel'Thalas's territory, he will be killed in a minute, and he won't even take a few bones and dregs with him.

How could there be a tragic situation where Silvermoon City has been razed to the ground, the sunwell has also been polluted, and the High Elves have almost lost their entire race.

There are so many mysteries and puzzles about the guardians of the Council of Tirisfar.

But now, Zuo Si finally has a person who can solve these doubts and puzzles for himself, and even figure out what happened between Magna Egwen and Sargeras back then.

"Future ......"

At the mention of this word, Medivan's spirit was visibly in a trance.

Because he is one of the very few arcane spellcasters in the world of Azeroth who can truly spy on the future, otherwise he would not have played the role of a prophet to warn the leaders of the Eastern Kingdoms before the start of the Third Great War.

It's just that the predicted future is not clear, and it is impossible to observe those important details.

But soon, the last Guardian regained consciousness and asked in a tone of uncertainty that "Do you know the future of this world?" ”

Zuo Si nodded without thinking: "Of course."

I can even tell you about every single thing that will happen in the next few years that will have a significant impact.

and the most likely endings for Azeroth.

Trust me, you won't like them.

And instead of protecting the timeline, those bronze dragons have become the biggest destroyers. ”

"So you're going to change all that?

Like the humans who came out to save the kingdom of Lordaeron, and the elves of Quel'Thalas?

This has dramatically changed the original history and has an immeasurable impact on the future of the entire world.

That's why the Bronze Dragon says you've let the whole timeline get out of hand. ”

Medivan seemed to have figured out something, and his original nervous and anxious mood suddenly eased a lot.

"No, of course not, didn't those bronze dragons tell you my true purpose?" Zuo Si asked rhetorically with a smile.

Medivan was silent for a moment, then quickly responded, "The bronze dragon named Chromie told me that you wanted to shelter all of Azeroth in exchange for extracting the vast amount of energy contained within the planet. ”

"yes, that's what I want.

I believe that after so many years of getting along with the Dark Titan Sargeras, you should know that as a star soul that can give birth to Titans, the energy that this planet can nurture is unlimited.

It can draw infinite energy from the universe to strengthen itself.

So there's no need to worry about me draining it or over-extracting it and preventing the soul from growing properly.

Quite the opposite.

It is only under my protection that you have the opportunity to shape the entire world and the will of the planet within it that is still in its infancy, according to your own will.

Whether it's the Pantheon's Titans, who think they're qualified to shape everything, or the Burning Legion, which has launched expeditions against Azeroth on more than one occasion;

Or the Elder Gods and the Void Lords behind them, the Shadow Realm behind the Lich King;

All of these threats will cease to exist.

Look at the carnage, destruction, and destruction unfolding in Dalaran below, and consider the devastating consequences of Akmund and his vanguard of the Burning Legion entering Azeroth.

Is my offer so unacceptable? ”

Zuo Si expressed his attitude very simply.

He could feel that the last guardian in front of him didn't have much magical power anymore, so the other party should really just be talking.

After all, the Guardians of the Council of Tirisfa have a huge flaw, that is, once they die, all the power they have accumulated and inherited will completely dissipate.

Medivan was killed by his apprentice Khadgar during the first orc invasion, and his formidable guardian power has long since vanished.

At the moment, although he can still have the power to fight with his huge and rich knowledge, he can no longer collide head-on with the most senior commanders of the Burning Legion such as Akmund and Kilgardan.

Otherwise, where would it be necessary to broker an alliance between Gianna and Thrall, and then set out together in the direction of Mount Hyjal, and find the Night Elves to join forces to deal with the powerful enemy.

Wouldn't it be over if you just followed your mother and pinched the Lich King and those Dreadlords to death?

Without these guys, it would have been impossible for the Burning Legion to enter Azeroth.

What the first Guardian Half-Elf Alodi could easily do, there's no reason why it can't be done when it comes to passing it on.

"You know the Shadow Realm?!"

Medivan was visibly taken aback, he thought he was the only one who had seen through the source of the power behind the Lich King.

Zuo Si replied meaningfully, "Holy Light, Shadow, Evil Power, Death, Life, Order, each of the six basic forces that created this universe correspond to some ancient and powerful force.

Among them, the representatives of evil energy are the Dark Titan Sargeras and the Burning Legion;

The Shadow Forces are the Elder Gods and the Void Lords behind them;

The representative of order is the Titan itself;

The representation of life is the goddess of the moon, Elune, and the kingdom of life behind her;

By far the most representative of the Light are those tangram-like Naru;

So I know it's strange to see the Shadow Realm representing death?

What's more, the rune sword technique of forging Frostmourn is so special, both in terms of craftsmanship and the magic power attached to it is very different from that of the Burning Legion.

In addition, if you can capture a Dreadlord and use the power of magic to strip his soul and tear his memories and mind apart, it is easy to find that they are all spies sent by the Shadow Realm.

And unlike the insidious, cunning, and no loyalty to the outside world, all Dreadlords are loyal to their masters. ”

Hearing this, Medivan quickly fell into deep thought, and even the earth-shattering shouts of the Magic Kingdom Dara below, as well as the fierce fighting between the two sides and the explosion of magic failed to make him doppelgänger.

It was a long time before he raised his head again and asked, "What about you?" And what is your camp? ”

"I don't belong to any of the six camps, and I won't be limited by these energy genera. Because for me, energy is energy, and it makes no difference whether it's the Light or the Shadow. ”

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si raised his hand and shaped a miniature version of the six Force Balance Diagram in his palm.

From light to shadow, life to death, arcane to demonic power, each energy was balanced by some wonderful force, slowly spinning in the palm of his hand like a Ferris wheel.

"It's unbelievable!"

Medivan let out an incomparably shocking exclamation.

Even he couldn't have managed to make the six conflicting magical energies manifest in such a way.

But Zuo Si didn't care about it, and retracted the energy group, and continued to himself: "This world is facing many threats and powerful enemies, and native races such as Night Elves and humans alone can't deal with it.

What's more, just this big war, all races have been hit hard like never before, and it will take a long time to recover the population.

Otherwise, the internal organizational structure will begin to collapse.

After all, civilization is a very fragile thing.

It's hard to build it, but it's easy to destroy it.

Most importantly, do you know what the consequences of pushing orcs to become part of this world will be?

Do you know how much killing, destruction, and trouble this bloodthirsty, savage, and manic beast will wreak havoc in the future?

No, you don't know.

Because your prophetic powers can't see that far, let alone know that the tribes they have built will bring a never-ending war to the world.

At the heart of the spirit and culture of the orc race is a naked cult of strength and violence!

In their cognition, there is no such concept of mercy and mercy, and they can cut off the heads of children, women, and the elderly without any psychological burden, and then make the heads into all kinds of horrific ornaments to carry around.

I can tell you very responsibly that this is a race that has never been civilized, and it will never be able to escape the influence of the remnants of demonic blood.

Think of it not so much as an intelligent race, but rather a group of intelligent animals.

After all, kindness and mercy are very high emotions, and only when civilization has developed to a certain extent gives birth to the concept of morality.

Possession of it means that a race has entered civilization.

Do you think those orcs have such a mental awareness?

Don't use their leader, Saar, as an example.

Because Thrall grew up in the human world, and received all human thoughts and education.

He is not so much an orc as a human in the skin of an orc, and even more moral and human than many despicable and shameless humans.

But the problem is that Thrall is just an exception after all, and there is no way and cannot fundamentally change the orc race.

Perhaps he could barely suppress the bloodlust and violence within him while he was alive.

But once he's dead or out of power, can you imagine how aggressive and aggressive a traditional orc would be when they came to power as the Great Chief?

So your choice to let the orcs join the war and gain the right to survive in Azeroth is itself like a man dying of thirst in the desert drinking a bottle of poison.

It can temporarily save the world from crisis, but it will have endless consequences.

I'm not alarmist, just ask the bronze dragons what the orcs and their tribes did in the original timeline.

Beyond that, it won't be long before Grom Hellroar and his Warsong clan will do some jaw-dropping atrocities to prove my conclusions. ”

"So you want to take the orc's place?"

Medivan subconsciously frowned.

As a sinner who brought orcs into this world, he certainly can't be ignorant of the nature of orcs and the destructive power these guys can produce.

Especially when drinking demonic blood, all orcs will be transformed into emotionless killing machines in minutes, which is always a huge hidden danger.

If there was another force to take the orc's role in this battle, Medivan would be happy to replace them.

"Yes, I will let the Alliance take the orc's place in this great war."

Zuo Si gave a straightforward affirmative answer.

After all, he has made so many preparations, and he has saved almost half of the remnants of Lordaeron and a large number of High Elves, and at the same time prevented the Scourge Legion from going south into the Silver Pines Forest, so that the Kingdom of Gilneth will not be forced to use the werewolf curse in desperation, let alone be closed off from the country, in order to squeeze the orcs away, so that they cannot gain understanding by participating in the fight against the Burning Legion and obtain the right to settle and breed in Azeroth.

In fact, Arthas's attack on Dalaran bypassed the Silverpine Forest and directly used the power of Frostmourn to create an ice bridge all the way from the Alterac Valley.

So he did not bring a large army, but chose a small number of elite raid tactics.

That's why, after getting the Book of Medivan, Kel'thugad didn't stay where he was, waiting for the army of the undead to raze the entire city to the ground.

Instead, he opted out and found a safe place to stay, using the demons that poured out from the other side of the portal to keep himself safe.

This also means that the elite army of the alliance blocking the gate of the royal capital of Lordaeron is still there, ready to organize and participate in the Battle of Mount Hyjal.

Medivan nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, I think I get what you mean."

In that case, I will no longer guide the orcs in the direction of Mount Hyjal, and let them wait for the judgment of fate on the continent of Kalimdor.

As for the future of this world, I will personally observe it with my own eyes.

Goodbye, gods from another universe, I hope we don't become enemies in the future.

Finally, I suggest that you don't stay here.

It won't be long before Akmund passes through the fully open portal.

As one of the Burning Legion's most powerful Eredar demons, his power is unmatched by any living creature in this world.

With the power you have now, you simply can't fight it. ”

"Don't worry, I have no intention of confronting Akmund and the other Demon Lords head-on, at least not until he reaches the World Tree. I'm just waiting for a chance to get back the magic book that once belonged to you. ”

As he spoke, Zuo Si set his gaze on the Book of Medivan held in Kel'thugad's hand on the altar in the distance.

In addition to the magic described above, what he values most is actually the analysis of the magical barriers imposed by the Titans on the periphery of the planet as described in the book.

With this knowledge, he didn't even need to wait for the World Tree to be detonated, as long as the energy gathered to a certain extent, he could obtain spatial coordinates through the signals transmitted through the cracks in the barrier, and then descend directly with the power of the Spark of the Traveling Mage.

"Are you interested in my magic book?"

Medivan looked very surprised.

Because in his opinion, the outsider in front of him, who claimed to be the god of contract, should be much higher than himself in terms of magic attainment, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to skillfully control the six major forces.

Zuo Si chuckled and responded, "I'm interested in all kinds of knowledge, especially magic. Not to mention that you have exactly what I need in that book. ”

"In that case, then I wish you good luck. But be careful, if you get caught or targeted by Akmund, you're in big trouble. ”

Leaving this warning sentence, Medivan instantly turned into a raven and flapped his wings and flew into the sky.

Although he no longer needed the strength of the orcs, he had to go and guide the humans led by Gianna.

Otherwise, these soldiers, who have never set foot in the western continent of Kalimdor, will definitely suffer.

As for Zuosi, he didn't ask about the secrets of the Guardian of the Tirisfa Council.

Anyway, sooner or later, the two of them will be lifted, so there is no need to rush for a while.

His most important goal at the moment was to get the Book of Medivan from Kel'thugad without destroying the portal large enough for Akmund to pass through.

This is obviously not an easy thing to do.

Too early will cause the ritual to fail, which in turn will affect the subsequent invasion of the Burning Legion, as well as the energy spillover caused by the explosion of the World Tree.

But if it's too slow, waiting for Akmund to come out and grab it will inevitably lead to a head-on confrontation with this powerful Eredar demon.

Therefore, the timing must be grasped well, neither sooner nor later.

It's best if the portal opens the moment Akmund hasn't completely walked out of the other side of the portal.

But fortunately, Zuo Si has never lacked patience.

He directly released two clones created by the simulacrum to inform the retreat of the Dalaran mage troops who were still desperately attacking without knowing whether they were alive or dead, and he directly introduced the invisible state and waited for the opportunity from afar.

Minutes and seconds passed......

As the sky began to darken and the sun set in the west, the makeshift dark door finally opened completely, and suddenly released a monstrous green flame from the other side.

Kel'thugad was not in a hurry, and was almost wrapped in the whole thing, so frightened that he hurriedly retreated.

Now is the time!

Zuo Si directly instantaneously sent a short-distance delivery magic, directly behind the great lich that exuded a biting chill from the inside out, condensed the shape of a sword with holy light at lightning speed, and then slashed Kel'thugad's right hand with a click.

The crisp sound of the bones shattering not only stunned Kel'thugad himself, but also Arthas, who was waiting to greet Akmund with Frost Grief in his hand, also did not react, watching Zuo Si firmly catch the hand and book that were only bones left, with a playful and provocative smile on his face.

"How dare you be here!"

Arthas's new hatred and old hatred instantly surged into his heart, and he raised his hand to be the grip of death, wanting to pull this enemy who had humiliated him over and dismantle it.

You must know that in order to send the Burning Legion into this world, and also to appease this Scourge warrior who he personally selected, the Lich King Naozu has been constantly sending power recently.

So I don't know how many times stronger Alsace is now than when we met in Quel'Thalas.

This is also the reason why he was able to fight Illidan in the next battle of Felwood Forest, which lived for 10,000 years.

However, it is a pity that Zuo Si is not one of those partial mages in this world who specializes in a certain department, but a standard generalist mage in the Faeron Continent.

Just when Arthas was overjoyed that he thought he could hack this guy to death today and transform it into his undead minion, Zuo Si suddenly raised his hand and released a transparent barrier.

Next Second......

Clang!

Frostmourn was directly blocked, and no matter how hard he swung it, he couldn't make the sharp blade move another half an inch.

"Don't waste your efforts, not even the cowardly and despicable Lich King behind you can't do anything to me, let alone you.

By the way, of all the attacks, purely physical attacks are the least threatening to me.

The most important thing is that I'm in a bit of a hurry today, so I won't play with you.

Farewell, dear Prince Arthas Minethir. ”

After saying this, Zuo Si directly raised his other hand to counteract the ice arrow released by Kel'thugad, and directly activated the teleportation magic.

Just as he was about to disappear, a huge hand suddenly reached out from the other side of the portal, releasing powerful shadow energy from the palm of his hand.

This energy is so great that it creates a black hole-like suction force that cannot be described in words.

All the creatures around him, including Zuo Si, immediately flew towards this big hand uncontrollably.

The Suture Abomination, known for its rough skin and thick flesh, had not yet gone far before it suddenly exploded in the air, splattering bones, minced flesh and antiseptic fluid, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Not to mention these undead creatures, even the Burning Legion demons that came out of the portal before were quite a few of them were pinched alive by the huge gravitational force.

Legion's Grip!

Zuo Si recognized the nightmarish shadow magic and the owner of the big hand, Akmund.

He didn't have time to think about it at all, he immediately entered the state of concentration for spell casting, and completed the Nine Rings Divine Technique [Implosion Technique] as quickly as possible.

A huge amount of divine energy was injected directly into Akmund's arm that reached through the portal.

In the twinkling of an eye!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The arm began to resonate violently from within, and a large number of veins and veins under the epidermis and skin exploded, and the green blood full of evil energy would immediately produce terrifying corrosion and transform into evil energy flames of the same color, whether it fell on the ground or on the bodies of those undead creatures.

Even the muscles began to tear in large areas, and the bones appeared as dense cracks as spider webs.

As the [Implosion Technique], which is known for its amazing lethality in the Nine Rings Divine Arts, its biggest feature is that it ignores all defenses and directly causes massive damage to living beings from the inside.

But unfortunately, as the strongest Eredar demon in status and strength, Akmund obviously has extremely high magic resistance and physique, so when the power of the spell is exhausted, it only causes some skin injuries.

However, the bloody arm obviously made Akmund feel the pain, and took the initiative to contact the Legion's grasp, and his huge body began to pass through the portal, wanting to see what kind of enemy actually managed to hurt him.

Zuo Si used this extremely short time to complete the teleportation and successfully retreated directly from this place of right and wrong.

In less than a second, Akmund's massive body stepped onto the land of Azeroth, looked at his fleshy right hand, and asked in an extremely deep voice, "Who was that guy just now?" What kind of spell did he cast that could hurt me? ”

"Great Akmund, the man who was the chosen one of Soth, the god of contracts. It was because of his presence that the Scourge was unable to completely destroy the kingdom of Lordaeron, allowing many refugees and armies to escape. ”

Kel'thugad knelt on the ground and reported to one of the most powerful commanders of the Burning Legion in an unimaginably humble gesture.

"Soth, the god of contract?"

A look of doubt flashed in Akmund's eyes.

Because in the battle of the ancients 10,000 years ago, he didn't remember the existence of such a wilderness demigod.

"Yes, the God of Contracts.

No one knows exactly where he came from.

The only thing we know is that this god performed a powerful miracle in the Valley of the Hearth.

And his priests and followers often have access to a magical power known as divine magic. ”

Kel'thugad told all the information he had.

It was clear that he wanted to use Akmund's hand to eradicate an enemy that could pose a great threat to the Scourge Legion.

After all, those holy waters that can cure the plague are too nasty.

Eliminate one of the two major advantages of the Scourge Legion.

"Humph! Are there other forces that are eyeing the world? But it doesn't matter, just let them catch their breath for a while. ”

Akmund sneered, but didn't take it too seriously.

You must know that since he and Kilgardan defected to the Dark Titan Sargeras, they have conquered and destroyed countless planets, and killed countless people who call themselves "gods".

Many animal demigods died at his hands during the War of the Ancients.

So in Akmund's eyes, this is just a troublesome enemy that takes a little time to deal with, nothing more.

After destroying the World Tree Nodashir, seizing the energy of the Azeroth Star Soul from the Well of Eternity below, and finally becoming an existence beyond the Dark Titan Sargeras, it is not time to clean up as much as you want.

Therefore, traveling to the continent of Kalimdor and capturing the World Tree is the first priority.

Yes, you read that right.

Akmund, the second and fifth boy, is not loyal to Sargeras like Kilgardan, but uses the power of the Legion to grow his own strength, and then find an opportunity to replace him.

It was precisely because of such rebellious thoughts that he volunteered to succeed Kil'Gardan, who had plotted everything in secret, as the supreme commander of the vanguard army.

The purpose is also very clear, that is, to take advantage of the absence of Kilgardan and Sargeras to monopolize this planet that is pregnant with the most powerful star souls, and completely drain it little by little.

There is no doubt that the arrival of Akmund meant that the last efforts of the Dalaran rebels were completely defeated.

The remaining archmage quickly organized a retreat, not daring to fight Akmund at all.

With just a wave of his hand, more than fifty super-giant hellfires fell from the sky, directly smashing all the troops that had not had time to withdraw into pulp, and the corpses were also incinerated by the evil flames.

By the time these hellfires got up and began to charge, anyone who was not a fool understood that it was all over.

"You're doing well, little lich, much better than I expected."

Akmund gave verbal praise to Kel'thugad, who was 100 percent obedient on his prostrate position on the ground.

But just as the latter was about to express his gratitude in a heartfelt manner, the Dreadlord Tikdios suddenly appeared and said in a very flattering tone, "Welcome, Lord Akmund. Everything you have commanded before is ready, and it's time to start waging war. ”

Akmund nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, Tikdios, you really didn't disappoint me. Now that the Lich King and his Scourge are of no use to me, they are now under your command. ”

"As you wish, sir."

Tikdios bowed gracefully, looking like a personable nobleman.

"But I have a small problem to solve before I can travel to the continent of Kalimdor."

As he spoke, Akmund set his gaze on Dalaran, who radiated arcane brilliance in the distance.

I saw him stretch out his finger and draw a complex and mysterious pattern on the sand, followed by a pull-up motion with his big open hand.

Moment!

The sand on the ground floated up to form a large complex of buildings within the city of Dalaran.

The corners of Akmund's mouth rose slightly into a wicked grin, and he gently swept across the spire closest to him.

Rumble!!!!!

The moment the finger passed through the sand, the corresponding spire in the city of Dalaran in the distance was suddenly torn apart by an invisible force, and the huge top of the tower rolled down from the height, causing a burst of screams from the residents of the city who had not yet had time to escape.

But that's just the beginning!

For the next few seconds, Akmund opened his arms and hugged the entire model of sand in his arms.

In the distance, the sky collapsed on the spot, and all the buildings were crushed and destroyed in an instant, and the falling bricks and stones alone smashed the streets apart, and countless mages and civilians were smashed alive in fear into indistinguishable meat sauce.

The terrifying sight stunned not only the remnants of the Archmage and the remnants of Dalaran, but also Arthas, Kel'thugad, and the rebellious Anthony Das with an expression of disbelief and horror.

Anthony Das, in particular, found for the first time that his understanding and use of magic was superficial, and that the spells he was proud of were nothing more than a child's trick in front of this powerful demon.

The opponent only used the mana possessed by an ordinary mage to easily find and detonate the magical energy gathered inside Dalaran.

To put it simply, it's four or two thousand pounds.

Using a little bit of mana to induce the huge magical energy that already existed to self-detonate, eventually causing the entire Dalaran to completely turn into ruins in a matter of seconds.

This is such a powerful spell-casting technique that is completely beyond the comprehension of humans and even the High Elves.

"Well, it's much more pleasing to the eye now."

As if he had done a trivial thing, Akmund wiped the pattern from the sand with his hands, and then took the Dreadlord Tikdios and teleported away.

Only Anthony Das, who fell into a stupor, was left, and Arthas, who was overwhelmed and tasted neglected or even ignored for the first time.

Anyone who is not a fool can feel that in the eyes of the upper echelons of the Burning Legion, the Scourge Legion, which is regarded as a great enemy of life and death by the Eastern Kingdom, is not even qualified to be cannon fodder.

When they succeeded, everyone, including the Lich King, was immediately abandoned.

Wrath!

Furious!

There is even a strong sense of fear!

It took a while for Arthas to recover from the blow and ask in an indignant tone, "Is this playing tricks on me?" What are we going to do now? ”

"Be patient, young Death Knight, this has not exceeded the Lich King's expectations. There's still a place for you in his plans. ”

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