Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

With the heavy shelling, a small fishing village located on the coast instantly turned into a sea of fire.

The large number of wooden houses could not withstand the exaggerated range and power of the naval guns, and the latest high-explosive shells designed and manufactured by dwarf engineers.

In just a few minutes, the entire village was completely engulfed in flames, and some of the people who were burned to the point of unbearable pain even jumped directly from the top of the mountain slope more than ten meters high.

The lucky ones may jump into the sea to extinguish the flames, but what awaits them is an infection from extensive skin burns, a high fever and a host of life-threatening complications.

Unless you can be healed by a shaman, there is a high probability that you will survive.

Even if they happen to survive, the few lives left will only be spent in endless pain and hatred.

Those who are unlucky will fall heavily on the beach or reef, with blood on their faces and broken bones, or they will die on the spot.

Among them were the remains of what looked like women and children.

It can be said that except for a very small number of orcs who reacted and rushed out of the house at the first time, the rest were basically all explained under this round of fierce shelling.

When they witnessed the tragic deaths of their relatives, friends, and kind, they rushed out of hiding like madness, and stood on a high place, raising their wars and spears, and roaring like beasts.

It seems that in this way, the humans who are piloting the battleship will land and fight to the death.

Sadly, the orcs have apparently forgotten that they had gone far beyond that when they entered Azeroth through the Dark Gate.

The entire defenseless southern region of the Stormwind Kingdom was slaughtered in villages and towns, and the corpses were discarded nearby to be eaten by beasts and trolls.

The rebuilt Stormwind Kingdom is still often found in mutilated human bones near villages and towns.

But the interesting thing is that, like all perpetrators, the orcs are clearly the culprits who started this cycle of war and hatred.

But the same thing fell on his head, but he couldn't stand it.

They frantically cursed in the human language they had learned in the shelter, mixed with the language of the orcs.

Shouting that all human beings are cowards and cowards, without the slightest dignity and glory as warriors, they only dare to hide from the battleship and shoot at the shore.

If you have the ability, you will land and fight openly.

None of the orcs had ever seriously reflected on the glory they had in slaughtering human civilians.

Just like the "Path of Glory" they built in their homeland from the bones of the Draenei.

"My lord, those orcs are provoking us. Do you need me to send someone to land and cut off their heads with my sword? ”

The first officer on the flagship slowly lowered the telescope, and his eyes glowed with a cold and unforgiving light.

There was not the slightest trace of forbearance or pity for the dead orc women and children on his face, only the joy of successful revenge.

Dai Lin also put down the telescope in his hand and responded in a very contemptuous tone: "Don't be so troublesome, just fire the cannon and solve it."

After all, it's just a bunch of bloodthirsty and rampaging green-skinned beasts.

There is no need to treat warriors with the respect they deserve with humans, dwarves, and gnomes.

What's more, we're here for revenge this time.

And revenge has no honor to speak of, it is simply killing, destroying and destroying.

I'm going to put an end to these monsters from another world with my own hands! ”

"As you wish."

Without saying a word, the first mate turned around and gestured to another officer next to him.

The latter instantly understood and quickly gave the gunners the order to attack.

In the blink of an eye, the guns on the side began to roar again.

The orcs who were cursing and provoking were completely reduced to flying corpses and flesh in less than a minute.

There is no mercy!

There is no mercy!

The strongholds and villages that the orcs had spent a great deal of time and effort building along the coast of Azhara were completely destroyed by the invincible fleet of Kurtiras in less than three days.

Inferior fishing boats, which resemble large baths, have also been smashed or sunk.

More than a thousand orcs died in this premeditated surprise attack.

Although they reacted quickly and wanted to organize and fight back.

But in the face of Dai Lin, who didn't go ashore at all and simply blocked the coastline, there was no way at all.

After all, although Thrall and his blood orcs are strong in combat, they are not descendants created by Zuo Si himself like Kaliya, but are mixed with the blood of the Abyss Lord, so they do not have the ability to fly.

Coupled with the fact that the Elemental Way that gradually deviated from the shaman was unable to manipulate the power of the storm to destroy the fleet as before, it was basically a dry stare now.

Even the airship that the Horde had previously paid for at a high price to hire from the goblins was knocked down from afar by an unknown anti-aircraft weapon installed on the warship during a counterattack attempt.

What's more, fishing is one of the few ways that a tribe with extremely poor supplies can obtain food quickly and in large quantities.

The large amount of seafood accounts for almost half of the total food ration every day, and the rest is the sum of hunting, gathering, farming, etc.

You must know that since the explosion of the first Well of Eternity, there have been no other intelligent beings who have settled here in large numbers except for a small number of Naga and Bear Monsters.

Fish species have become as abundant as they have multiplied over tens of thousands of years, just like the shores of the Thorn Valley on the eastern continent.

Thanks to such an astonishing amount of fishery, orcs and darkspear trolls have been able to settle down in this place with almost nothing.

But now, with the blockade of the fleet of Kurtiras, they have directly lost half of their food source.

This is extremely fatal for any regime.

To this end, Thrall had to order that the rations of all the laborers be halved, and that the rations of the warriors and hunters be reduced to seventy percent.

But even so, it is still impossible to make ends meet.

Reserve grains such as dried meat, dried fish, and nuts that had been saved with great difficulty were also being consumed at a rate visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, Sal has obviously been forced into a corner.

On the one hand, he failed to participate in the Battle of Mount Hyjal as he wished, proving to the Night Elves and other races that the orcs were not bloodthirsty and brutal beasts, and he also failed to obtain the legal right to live in understanding, and there was no guarantee of safety at all.

On the other hand, the arrival of the fleet of Admiral Dai Lin and Kurtilas rekindled the internal belligerence that had been finally appeased.

Countless warriors under the influence of the old horde have begun to resentfully the current policy of peace, and even more so to clamoring for the use of the sword to turn them all into slavery if the natives of this world are unwilling to accept the orcs.

Their brains, which were not much bigger than squirrels, didn't understand that this was no longer the time when the tribe had just passed through the Dark Gate, and the situation of the orcs could no longer be described as bad, but was on the verge of extinction.

The tougher it is at this time, the more disgusted, disgusted, and hostile it will be among the natives of Azeroth.

Especially the human beings who have made mortal enemies no longer have the slightest mercy and mercy, and it is impossible to build a prisoner of war shelter like the last war to give the surrendered orcs a way to live.

Because the road has been blocked by Thrall's own hands.

Now, he must find a way out of the desperate situation for his countrymen.

The young chief couldn't help but take a deep breath, raised his head and looked out the window at the warriors who had gathered together to be excited, his face full of helpless sadness.

Sometimes he even wondered if it was wrong to promise Orgrimmar to take over the position of Great Chieftain.

Perhaps he who grew up in human society and received human education and thought is not suitable for leading orcs who are still stuck in the primitive clan social form.

Because both are diametrically opposed in terms of ideas and values.

When orcs encounter problems and conflicts, the first thing that always comes to mind is to use violence to solve them.

Their idea is naïve and stupid, that is, as long as the person who caused the problem and conflict is gone, the matter will be solved.

However, when human beings encounter the same situation, they tend to reach an agreement acceptable to both parties through law, negotiation and other means, without the use of violence first.

Only after the contradictions have become irreconcilable will violence become an option.

At first, Sal felt that he could slowly make these compatriots less impulsive and have a calm and rational mind like a human through a series of transformations.

But now it seems clear that he made a mistake, a very, very big mistake.

Something like this that involves tradition and culture is not something that can be changed by just saying it.

Don't look at the bravery and honor that they all talked about before, it seems that they have all walked out of the darkness of the past and are embracing a new future.

But once this kind of predicament occurs, the savagery and ferocity in the bones of the orcs will be stimulated, and it will become very difficult to communicate and manage.

Therefore, Sal is now facing not only external troubles, but also increasingly serious internal worries.

After being silent for a long time, he finally couldn't help but sigh slightly: "Alas—what should I do now?" Go talk to that naval hero of Kul Tiras? Or ......"

"Or just kill him?"

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"Who?"

Thrall jerked around, only to see a young human, a complete stranger, sitting in his own chair, with his feet raised and resting on the top of his desk in a very relaxed and comfortable position.

"Long time no see, dear Sal. Tell me, do you feel the pain and despair of not being understood? Do you feel that your hopeless compatriots are not worth saving at all? ”

Zuo Si, who had just come from Theros space-time, held his chin with one hand and stared straight into the other's eyes.

He could clearly feel that Sal's negative emotions such as nervousness, anxiety, pain, and despair were accumulating, and he couldn't help but smile playfully at the corners of his mouth.

"You're the demon who turned Grom and me into this ghost?!"

The young Great Chief is one of the few wise men among the orcs.

Although the last time Zuo Si appeared, he disguised himself as a demon of the Burning Legion, he managed to identify it at once.

"Hehe, I have many identities and forms, and the one you've seen before is just one of them."

As he spoke, Zuo Si's body began to change drastically, and in just a few seconds, it changed into the appearance of fusing the blood of Haka and the blood of the Dreaddemon King before, and then quickly changed back.

"How, do you see that? Appearance is a very deceptive disguise, and with a little knowledge of transfiguration or illusion magic, it can easily take on various roles. ”

"So you're not a demon?"

Thrall's nerves were visibly tense, and his brow furrowed tentatively.

Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, I can indeed be regarded as a demon to some extent at the moment, but it has nothing to do with the Burning Legion. On the contrary, I have a relationship with them. Alternatively, you can just call me Soth. ”

"Soth? The God of Contracts! ”

Sal's pupils suddenly dilated, his heartbeat increased several times in an instant, and his pupils began to bloom with a strange blood-red light.

This is a manifestation of the stress response of the Blood Orcs after being stimulated by the outside world.

This shows how shocked and unbelievable he was inside.

Because if this is true, then there must be a huge conspiracy hidden behind the whole thing.

"That's right, that's me."

Zuo Sida generously gave a positive answer.

At this moment, he no longer needs to hide his identity, it is time for a showdown and harvest the other party's extremely valuable soul.

With the layout complete, from now on Sal will experience a game that ends up being the wrong one, no matter how you choose.

"In other words, it was at your command that the naval fleet of Kul Tiras suddenly launched an attack on us? What exactly do you want to do? ”

Sal confronted with fear and rage.

The young chief couldn't figure out what he had offended the god in front of him, so much so that the other party put on a posture of wanting to kill the orcs.

"Quite simply, I want to play a game with you.

A game about whether orcs are worth saving or not.

And all you have to do is keep making choices and eventually come to a conclusion.

If you come to the conclusion that it is worth it, then I will find you and your fellow citizens a beautiful world of abundance to settle down and thrive.

But if the final conclusion is not worth it, then your soul is mine.

How's that, fair isn't it? ”

Zuo Si smiled and said the specific rules of the game.

If it were another orc, I am afraid that I would have been impatient to agree at this time, and I firmly believe in my heart that I must come to the conclusion that it is "worthwhile".

But Sal was obviously very alert, his face was full of vigilance and suspicion, and he didn't speak for a long time.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that he cautiously asked, "What happens if I choose not to participate?" ”

Zuo Si replied without thinking: "It will be extinct."

It doesn't matter if it's the orcs of Azeroth or the orcs of Draenor.

I'll turn them into war machines like the Blood Orcs and throw them into the most dangerous battlefields to consume them.

Never doubt that.

Because I have taken control of the Dark Temple in the Valley of the Moonshadow and have a large legion stationed there.

Feel free to do whatever you did to the Draenei to the orcs at any time.

Especially the so-called road to glory, I think it's quite creative, and it should be a little classic reproduction. ”

As he said this, a creepy smile appeared on Zuo Si's face.

The malice that emanated from his soul suddenly made Sal shudder, and subconsciously took two steps back and cursed with rapid breathing: "Damn! You're a crazy butcher! Doesn't your conscience be troubled? ”

"Butcher? Troubled conscience? ”

Zuo Si showed a disdainful expression and sneered: "These two words coming out of an orc's mouth are really full of black humor.

After all, what I'm doing is just repeating what you've done.

Don't forget that you were the one who started the genocide against the Draenei.

The road strewn with corpses is still between the Dark Gates and the Fortress of the Hellfire Peninsula.

You can ask the orcs who have participated in this war, do they feel uneasy in their hearts?

Ah, look.

Many of the people who were clamoring for war to conquer all of Azeroth and turn all other races into slaves were those who witnessed it back then.

Do you think that with the way they are now, it looks like they will feel remorseful, repentant, and conscience for the crimes they have committed? ”

Moment!

Sal fell into a speechless silence.

As the great chief of the tribe, how could he not know how many warriors among the orcs still recognized the savage, bloodthirsty, and strength-first style of the old tribe, and how many orcs were secretly studying the evil spells of warlocks.

It's basically impossible for these guys to admit their past mistakes and change their ways.

Of course, Thrall has never had a similar luxury.

I just hope that they don't do things, do their jobs honestly, and contribute to the entire orc family.

But even the most basic, even humble requirements, could not be met.

The representative of this type of orc is undoubtedly Grom Hellroar.

After a while, Thrall raised his head and defended himself in a tone that was not very confident: "Not all orcs are like them.

Just as there are good and bad people in humans, there are good and bad people in orcs.

What's more, we have also been deceived, deceived and used by the demons of the Burning Legion.

And I can assure you that if I am given one chance, I will prove that orcs can be reborn from their dark past. ”

"I'm sorry, I've already given you a chance.

But you get Grom Hellroar and his Warsong clan once again drinking the blood of demons and killing Cenarion, an ally of the Night Elves and a decorated jungle demigod from the Ancient War.

So your assurances are worthless in my eyes, and even less trustworthy.

Because he simply didn't have the ability to fully control this loose tribal alliance of different orc clans, let alone stop the small actions of those chiefs in private.

Now your only option is to bet your soul and play a game. ”

Zuo Si unceremoniously interrupted Sal's tirade.

Because he has never been a man overflowing with compassion, and he is not interested in the self-salvation of orcs, the only thing he wants is a worthy soul.

Other than that, he didn't care or care whether the orc race would die out or not.

Seeing that the cannon was useless, Sal quickly adjusted his mentality and forced himself to calm down, and then took a deep breath and tentatively said, "Then how is this game going to be played?" And what are the rules? ”

Zuo Si explained quietly: "At the next critical moment, I will provide you with the corresponding choice."

All you have to do is keep choosing one or the other until the end of the game.

In other words, it's a bet.

I'm betting on the dark side of orc nature.

And you're gambling on the good side of orc nature.

Don't worry, I don't use any way to influence the orcs in this process, they just follow what is true to their hearts. ”

"Good! I'll bet with you! ”

Saarr is undoubtedly a very decisive man.

When he heard that it was entirely up to the orcs to decide their own fate and that of the entire race without exerting any influence, he felt that he could give it a go.

Because even if there are a lot of bloodthirsty and brutal people among the orcs, there are also many people who are truly repentant.

As long as they were around, they would never have been able to conclude that the orcs were hopeless.

Seeing that Thrall had fallen into the trap he had carefully weaved, Zuo Si immediately applauded happily, clapping his hands and praising at the same time: "You are really worthy of being a natural leader who can lead the defeated orcs out of the shadows, I like your decisiveness and self-confidence." Now that the contract has been made, let's jump right into the first option. ”

"Oh? What is the first option? ”

Thrall narrowed his eyes and cautiously probed.

"The first choice is about Dai Lin, the commander-in-chief of the naval fleet of Kurtilas.

I believe you should know very well that the reason why he is so hostile to the orcs, in addition to the evil deeds of wantonly slaughtering humans in the eastern continent in the old horde era, is that the root cause is that his eldest son died at the hands of the red dragoons of the orcs of the Dragonroar Clan.

Therefore, the hatred generated by the pain of losing a child in middle age is almost impossible to dissolve.

You can try to convince him by showing kindness and sincerity, or you can kill him outright.

But you have to be prepared for the chain reactions and serious consequences that follow.

Remember, you can only pick one of these two options.

Otherwise, as long as Dareen is alive, he will keep blocking the coastline of Azhara, so that you will not be able to go out to sea to fish and get enough food.

You know best how irritable, irritable, and dangerous orcs and trolls can become when they start starving. ”

Zuo Si very simply threw out the first dilemma.

Because convincing Dai Lin to give up revenge on the orcs is completely a dream.

Not even his own daughter, Gianna, could do that, let alone a green-skinned orc who could have made the Admiral furious and wanted to kill him just by looking at it.

So in reality Sal has only one choice, and that is to kill Dai Lin.

And this means completely angering Gianna, who has grown into an archmage, and Kurtilas, a maritime powerhouse, and the powerful alliance behind the two.

At that time, Gianna will inevitably bring the army to the door to avenge her father, which is equivalent to staging a good show of flooding Orgrimmar in advance.

Thinking that this move would save Gianna from a twenty-year detour and directly skip the "Holy Mother" stage to evolve into a demon who is crazy and hostile to the tribe, Zuo Si felt a strong sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.

After all, the white-haired Gianna, who was completely stunned, was the "daughter of the sea" in the real sense.

"Kill or convince Dai Lin......"

A tangled expression suddenly appeared on Sal's face, obviously not expecting the difficulty of the first choice in this game to be so high.

Ever since the news came that the fishing villages and watchtowers along the coastline had been destroyed by naval guns, he had been pondering these days, longing to find a safe solution.

It's a pity that the other party didn't give the slightest chance at all.

Even the emissaries sent to express their desire to negotiate did not escape the bombardment of the naval guns.

Afterwards, even the best witch doctor of the Dark Spear tribe said with a look of embarrassment that he was not good at learning and could not stitch the broken corpse together and bury it.

But soon, Sal suddenly realized something and jerked his head: "No! Aren't Dai Lin and his fleet all your followers? If you asked them to block the coastline of Azhara, why did you give me the option to kill him? ”

Zuo Si replied meaningfully: "Because death means relief to Dai Lin, who has always been deeply in pain and hatred.

He didn't want to live anymore, longing for someone to end his life in battle.

I'm just granting his wishes.

Moreover, once Dai Lin dies, his soul will travel to the land I rule and be reborn in another form.

In this way, in order to be able to reunite with my father after death, Gianna will naturally become my believer as well.

Compared to Dai Lin, his daughter's soul is obviously more precious.

Why shouldn't I do that? ”

"So you calculated it from the beginning? If I choose to kill Darene, you'll get Gianna's faith and soul. If I choose not to kill him, there will inevitably be riots and rebellions within the tribe due to lack of food, and then you will be able to obtain my soul. Sal asked through gritted teeth.

From that hideous expression, it is not difficult to see that he hates this bad feeling of being manipulated and even fooled by others.

"Hehe, like I said before, it's a bet.

If you can't afford to play, don't serve it.

What's more, we had already made a contract before, and now that we think about it, it's too late to regret it.

Finally, I will provide you with a free information.

Dai Lin and his captains would camp at night on an island southwest of the coast of Azhara.

If you want to meet him, take advantage of the cover of night to swim with someone.

By the way, you only have this one chance, so be sure to take advantage of it. ”

After that, Zuo Si got up from the chair and patted the other party's shoulder with a very frivolous movement, and then the whole person disappeared in place in an instant.

As soon as he walked on his front foot, Thrall slammed his fist into the back foot and smashed the desk to pieces, destroying everything in the room over and over again, letting out a beastly roar.

"Ahhh!!!!!!!!hhh

The guards guarding the door heard such a big movement and hurriedly ran in to check the situation, but were scolded and kicked out.

After about five minutes of venting, Sal slowly calmed down, and continued to wear rough clothes like a wild horse after a wild gallop, and the whites of his eyes were densely covered with bloodshots.

As one of the very few faction leaders on the continent of Azeroth who could see the big picture clearly, he was clearly aware that he had no room for bargaining.

You can only use this information to meet with Dai Lin, and at the same time be prepared to kill the other party if you can't convince her, and solve the looming food supply crisis first.

As for what will happen later, I will talk about it later.

If there is no way to survive the current crisis, the tribe will have no future at all.

Just as Thrall was about to take the few of his most elite personal guards and the best orc warrior since Grom Hellroar, Varok Sarufar, to act tonight, strange black smoke suddenly began to rise from the corner of the room.

A female gnome in a dark purple robe with blue-green hair emerged from within.

Her appearance was very similar to that of the bronze dragon Chromie, except that there was a thick dark shadow around her eyes, and her lips were as dull as the color of her robes.

I saw that this little dot first looked around very vigilantly, as if to confirm something, and then said in a very hurried tone: "Sal, do you want to recover your usurped fate?" Want to rewrite this wrong timeline? We can help you! ”

"The fate of usurpation?

Wrong timeline?

What are you talking about, how can I not understand?

Also, what do you guys think this is?

Is there a public toilet that you can come and go whenever you want? ”

Sal's anger had obviously not completely calmed down, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab the little dwarf who trespassed on without permission.

But the next second......

He was surprised to find that the other party suddenly "teleported" from the front to his back.

Flash spells?

No!

Wrong!

There was obviously no fluctuation of arcane energy just now.

Just when Sal was puzzled, a golden light shaped like an hourglass suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Immediately after that, a white-haired female dwarf who came out of almost the same color also appeared out of thin air, and scolded with a serious face: "Damn bastard! You're tampering with and interfering with the timeline again! ”

"Humph! Anyway, now the entire time stream has completely collapsed, and all the timelines are converging towards this one and only timeline. I'm also doing this so that everything can be restored to its previous state. But you, why do you have to chase after it? ”

The female gnome who was dark in the whole asked with a sneer.

"To stop you, of course! Because in this timeline, the vision of the future is no longer a terrible destruction. But you are trying to destroy it for your own selfishness. ”

With that, the white-haired dwarf instantly transformed into a huge bronze dragon, opening its mouth and spewing out a breath containing the power of time.

You don't have to ask to know that she is the Chromie who has been fighting the Eternal Dragon Legion lately.

And that almost identical dark replica is her alter self that became the Eternal Dragon after her fall at the end of time.

Since the two men knew each other well, the battle became extremely fierce and intense from the start.

Before Thrall could even figure out what was going on, the entire hall of the Chief was torn apart by two dragons.

Not only the Chief's Hall, but also the settlement that was beginning to take shape in the city was severely damaged in the battle between the two dragons.

As we all know, orc buildings are generally made of local materials, and what is nearby is used.

The way of building is also quite rough and wild, and it is even difficult to make it leaky, basically a shack and an enlarged version of the shack.

It would be a joke for such a building to withstand the impact of a dragon.

In just a few minutes, Chromie and her blackened self had turned the place that the orcs had spent so much time and effort building into ruins.

Although Thrall and many other orc powerhouses have tried to complete the feat of slaying dragons, the problem is that both the bronze dragon and the eternal dragon have the power of time, which is not at all something that ordinary people like them can touch.

Whenever someone approached, the two dragons would instantly escape into the flow of events, neutralizing all attacks.

This undoubtedly caused a strong sense of frustration among the arrogant orc warriors, who could only watch as their newly established home was destroyed in the battle between the two dragons.

If you add in the huge losses caused by the blockade of the coastline, rounding up is about the same as everything they have been busy with in Azhara for a while.

"Great Chief! What's going on here? Where did those two dragons come from? Why didn't our watchtowers find out in advance? ”

Varok Sarufar, who was in charge of the security of the settlement, asked aloud, puzzled.

While directing his men to evacuate the residents to safety, Thrall replied irritably, "Don't ask me, I don't know." Suddenly, they appeared in the chief's hall and a fight broke out. And this weird ability completely baffles me. ”

He couldn't have dreamed that he would encounter so many bad things in such a short period of time.

"So what do we do now? Just watch two dragons wreak havoc on our homeland? ”

Varok Sarufal's tone was filled with strong reluctance.

As a warrior, he is never afraid of any opponent, not even the legendary dragon.

But the problem is that now these two dragons can't be attacked at all, and even touching them is a luxury.

"No way. Let's evacuate people first to avoid casualties. ”

Sal sighed helplessly.

"Well—that's all there is to it for now."

Sarufar also sighed and immediately joined the rescue with his men.

On the other side, the battle between the two Kromies has reached a fever pitch.

Through the changing scenery and apparitions in the flow of time, it can be confirmed that they are shuttling between different times at this moment.

And due to the influence of Zuo Si, all timelines are merging towards a unique timeline.

Before this process is completely completed, both the Eternal Dragon Legion and the Bronze Dragon Legion have completely lost control of time, and all kinds of chaos are destroying everything.

There is even a lot of overlapping timelines, where people who were originally on two parallel timelines see themselves in each other, or travel back in time to change the future in a strange situation.

What's worse is that multiple timelines that were originally not nurtured suddenly split into a dozen sections, and then mixed together in an extremely strange way.

For example, in a certain timeline, after Arthas killed Sylvanas and resurrected him as an undead, he suddenly transformed from a ruthless death knight to a domineering president, and started a "singing and crying" relationship with the latter, and finally a lover finally became a family and held a grand wedding with the blessing of everyone.

For another example, when Arthas was escorting Gianna to Dalaran, he suddenly didn't know why he looked at the elf prince Kael'thas, and as a result, he directly dumped Gianna, and the two handsome guys fell in love.

In short, there is no most bizarre, only more bizarre.

All timelines begin to break up and reorganize around this one and only timeline, which can even be described as chaos.

And the Eternal Dragon and the Bronze Dragon are fighting each other in this chaos.

The Bronze Dragon is protecting the only timeline, while the Eternal Dragon Legion wants to destroy the only timeline and restore time to its scattered state of infinite possibilities.

"Give it up!

You can't make it!

The power of Thus is too strong for you to disappear no matter how hard you struggle.

For Nozdorm's doomed future has been altered, and you are only remnants of the chaos line.

When this fusion is complete, all Eternal Dragons will cease to exist. ”

Chromie roared as he grabbed his other self with his claws and rolled in mid-air.

But the Eternal Dragon was not to be outdone, and retorted with a sneer: "Don't dream! The future is not yet certain. Who told you that it was you, not us, who would win the battle of time? As long as the Eternal Dragon Legion takes control of the most important time node before the Bronze Dragon Legion, we have a bargaining chip with that person. ”

"Don't you think! I'm not going to allow you to get ahead of time! ”

With that said, Chromie rushes up like crazy, intending to push this evil version of himself out of the flow of time, preferably into the kind of time cycle that forms a closed loop.

In that case, it will take a lot of effort for the other party to come out again.

"Hahahaha! It's up to you. ”

The Eternal Dragon suddenly spat out a black smoke hourglass from its mouth.

Chromie's face changed dramatically when he saw this, and he subconsciously wanted to stay away, but it was too late.

The moment the black hourglass turned upside down, her body completely stopped moving, as if it was frozen.

The Eternal Dragon approached unhurriedly, touched it with an hourglass, and the former was instantly photographed into a palm-sized two-dimensional photo, and then quickly returned to its dwarf form, picked up the photo, kissed Chromie fiercely, and let out a crazy laugh.

(End of chapter)