The large number of houses built with wood could not withstand the exaggerated range and power of naval guns, as well as the latest high-explosive shells designed and manufactured by dwarf engineers.
In just a few minutes, the entire village was completely engulfed by the raging fire. Some people who were burned to the point of unbearable pain even jumped directly from a hillside more than ten meters high with flames coming out of their bodies.
The lucky ones may jump into the sea to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but what awaits them will be infection, high fever and a series of complications serious enough to threaten their lives due to large-area skin burns.
Unless you get treatment from a shaman, it is unlikely that you will survive.
Even if you happen to survive, the little time left will be spent in endless pain and hatred.
As for those who are unlucky, they will fall heavily on the beach or reefs, and in the best case, their faces will be covered in blood and their bones will be broken, while in the worst case, they will die on the spot.
Among them were the remains of what appeared to be women and children.
It can be said that except for a very small number of orcs who reacted immediately and rushed out of their homes, almost all the others were killed in this round of fierce bombardment.
When they witnessed the tragic deaths of their relatives, friends and fellow men with their own eyes, their blood boiled and they rushed out of their hiding places like crazy, standing on high places, holding up their swords and spears and roaring angrily like wild beasts.
It seemed that he wanted to use this method to force the humans driving the warships to land and fight to the death with him.
But unfortunately, these orcs apparently forgot that they did much more excessive things when they passed through the Dark Portal into Azeroth.
In the defenseless southern region of Stormwind, almost all the villages and towns were slaughtered, and the corpses were thrown around to be eaten by wild beasts and trolls.
Even now in the rebuilt Stormwind Kingdom, incomplete human skeletons can often be seen near villages and towns.
But the interesting thing is that, like all perpetrators, the orcs are the ones who started this cycle of war and hatred.
But when the same thing happens to me, I can't bear it.
They cursed wildly in the human language they had learned in the shelter mixed with the orc language.
They shouted that all human beings were cowards and cowards, without any dignity or honor as warriors. They only dared to hide on warships far away and fire at the shore.
If you have the guts, come log in and have a fair fight.
From beginning to end, no orc has ever seriously reflected on the honor they have in slaughtering human civilians.
It is exactly the same as the "Road of Glory" they built in their hometown with the corpses of the Draenei.
"My lord, those orcs are provoking us. Do you need me to send some men to land and chop off their heads with swords?"
The first mate on the flagship slowly lowered the telescope, his eyes flashing with a cold and ruthless light.
There was no trace of pity or sympathy on his face for the dead orc women and children, only a sense of pleasure after successful revenge.
Dai Lin also put down the telescope in his hand and responded in a very contemptuous tone: "Don't bother with that, just fire and solve it.
After all, they are just a group of bloodthirsty and violent green beasts.
There is no need to give them the same respect as warriors as you do to humans, dwarves, and gnomes.
What's more, we are here for revenge this time.
There is no honor in revenge, it is just killing, destruction and ruin.
I will 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 immediately understood and quickly gave the gunners the order to attack.
In the blink of an eye, the broadside guns began roaring again.
Those orcs who were cursing and provoking were completely turned into flying corpses and flesh in less than a minute.
No mercy!
No mercy!
The orcs spent a lot of time and energy to build strongholds and villages in the coastal areas of Azshara, but they were all destroyed by Kul Tiras' invincible fleet in less than three days.
Those inferior fishing boats that were as big as large bathtubs were all smashed or sunk without exception.
More than a thousand orcs died in this premeditated surprise attack.
Although they responded quickly and wanted to organize a counterattack.
But Dai Lin had no idea what to do when the enemy refused to go ashore and simply blocked the coastline.
After all, although Thrall and the blood orcs under his command are powerful in combat, they are not descendants created by Zuo Si himself like Jia Liya, but are mixed with the blood of the lord of the abyss, so they do not have the ability to fly.
In addition, they have gradually deviated from the shaman's elemental ways and can no longer control the power of storms to destroy the fleet as before, and now they can only watch helplessly.
Even the airship that the tribe had previously hired from the goblins at a high price was shot down from a distance by an unknown anti-aircraft weapon installed on a warship during an attempted counterattack.
What's even worse is that fishing is one of the few ways for a tribe with extremely scarce supplies to obtain food quickly and in large quantities.
Every day, large amounts of seafood account for almost half of the total food ration, and the rest is the sum of hunting, gathering, breeding, etc.
You must know that since the first explosion of the Well of Eternity in Azshara, no other intelligent creatures have settled here in large numbers except for a small number of naga and fur monsters.
After tens of thousands of years of reproduction and development, various types of fish have become extremely abundant, just like the coast of Stranglethorn Vale in the eastern continent.
It is thanks to such amazing fishery resources that orcs and Darkspear trolls were able to come here and take root with almost nothing.
But now, with the blockade of the Kul Tiras fleet, they have directly lost half of their food source.
This is extremely fatal to any regime.
For this reason, Thrall had to order that the rations of all hard laborers were cut in half, and the rations of warriors and hunters were reduced to 70% of the original.
But even so, the income is still not enough to cover the expenses.
The food reserves 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 had obviously been forced into a dead end.
On the one hand, he failed to participate in the Battle of Mount Hyjal as he wished and prove to the night elves and other races that the orcs were not bloodthirsty and brutal beasts. On the other hand, he failed to gain forgiveness and the legal right to survive, and his safety was not guaranteed at all.
On the other hand, the arrival of Navy Commander Daelin and the Kul Tiras fleet once again ignited the internal warlike sentiment that had been finally calmed down.
Countless warriors influenced by the old tribe have begun to express dissatisfaction with the current peace-seeking policy. Some even clamored that since the native inhabitants of this world are unwilling to accept orcs, they should use swords to turn them all into slaves.
Their brains, which were not much bigger than those of squirrels, simply did not understand that this was no longer the time when the Horde had just passed through the Dark Portal with strong men and horses. The orcs' situation could no longer be described as bad, but was on the brink of genocide.
The tougher you act at times like this, the more disgust, aversion and hostility you will arouse from the native residents of Azeroth.
Especially the humans who had made mortal enemies with the orcs, now they no longer had any mercy or compassion, and it was even more impossible for them to set up prisoner-of-war camps like they did in the last war to give the surrendered orcs a chance to live.
Because this road has been blocked by Thrall himself.
Now, he must find a way out for his compatriots in this desperate situation.
Seeing all this, the young chief couldn't help but took a deep breath, raised his head and looked out the window at the excited warriors gathered together, his face full of helpless sorrow.
Sometimes he even wondered if he had made a mistake in agreeing to take over the position of Warchief in Orgrimmar.
Perhaps I, who grew up in human society and received human education and ideas, am not suitable at all to lead the orcs who are still in the primitive clan society.
Because the two are completely opposite in terms of ideas and values.
When orcs encounter problems and conflicts, the first thing they always think of is to use violence to solve them.
Their idea is very naive and stupid, that is, as long as the people who cause problems and conflicts are gone, things will naturally be solved.
However, when humans encounter the same situation, they tend to reach an agreement acceptable to both parties through laws, negotiations, etc. without resorting to violence.
Only when conflicts become irreconcilable does violence become an option.
At the beginning, Thrall felt that he could slowly, through a series of transformations, make these compatriots less impulsive and have calm and rational thinking like humans.
But now it seems that he obviously made a mistake, a huge, huge mistake.
Things like this that involve tradition and culture cannot be changed casually.
Although they all talked about bravery and honor before, it seems that they have all walked out of the darkness of the past and are embracing a brand new future.
But once they encounter such a dilemma, the savagery and ferocity in the orcs' bones will be aroused, making them very difficult to communicate with and manage.
So what Thrall is facing now is not only external threats, but also increasingly serious internal troubles.
After a long silence, he finally couldn't help but sighed: "Alas - what should I do now? Go talk to the Kul Tiras naval hero? Or..."
"Or should we just kill him?"
A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.
"Who?"
Thrall turned around suddenly and saw a completely unfamiliar young human being sitting on the chair that originally belonged to him, with his feet raised and resting on the table in a very relaxed and comfortable posture.
"Long time no see, dear Thrall. Tell me, do you feel the pain and despair of not being understood now? Do you feel that your hopeless compatriots are not worth saving at all?"
Zuo Si, who had just come from the time and space of Seros, supported his chin with one hand and stared straight into the other person's eyes.
He could clearly feel that Thrall's negative emotions such as tension, anxiety, pain, and despair were constantly accumulating, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly to reveal a playful smile.
"Are you the demon who turned Grom and I into this state?!"
The young chieftain is indeed one of the very few wise men among the orcs.
Although Zuo Si was disguised as a demon from the Burning Legion when he appeared last time, he still managed to identify him at once.
"Haha, I have many identities and forms. The one you have seen before is just one of them."
As he spoke, Zuo Si's body shape began to change drastically. In just a few seconds, he turned into the previous appearance that was a fusion of Hakkar's blood and the blood of the dreadlord, and then quickly changed back.
"Well, did you see it? Appearance is a very deceptive disguise. As long as you know a little bit about transformation or illusion magic, you can easily play various roles."
"So you're not a demon?"
Sal's nerves were obviously tense, and he asked tentatively with a frown.
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, I can be considered a demon to some extent, but I have nothing to do with the Burning Legion. On the contrary, they are mortal enemies. In addition, you can just call me Soth."
"Soth? God of the Contract!"
Sal's pupils suddenly dilated, his heartbeat accelerated several times in an instant, and his pupils began to emit a strange blood-red light.
This is a sign of the blood beastman's stress response after being stimulated by external factors.
This shows how shocked and unbelievable he was.
Because if this is true, then there must be a huge conspiracy behind the whole thing.
"Yes, that's me."
Zuo Si gave an affirmative answer generously.
At this moment, he no longer needs to hide his identity. It's time to show his cards and harvest the other party's valuable soul.
With the layout complete, from now on Thrall will experience a game in which no matter what choice he makes, it will ultimately be a wrong one.
"So, the Kul Tiras naval fleet suddenly attacked us under your instructions? What exactly do you want to do?"
Thrall asked sharply, suppressing his fear and anger.
The young chief had no idea how he had offended the god in front of him, causing him to act as if he wanted to kill all the orcs.
"It's simple, I want to play a game with you.
A game about whether orcs are worth saving.
All you have to do is keep making choices and eventually come to a conclusion.
If you finally conclude that it is worth it, then I will find a beautiful world with abundant resources for you and your compatriots to settle down and reproduce.
But if the final conclusion is that it is not worth it, then your soul will be mine.
Well, that's fair, isn't it? "
Zuo Si explained the specific rules of the game with a smile.
If it were any other orc, they would have agreed impatiently by now, and firmly believed in their hearts that they would come to the conclusion that it was "worth it".
But Sar was obviously very alert, his face full of vigilance and suspicion, and he didn't speak for a long time.
It was not until several minutes later that he asked cautiously, "What will happen if I choose not to participate?"
Zuo Si answered without hesitation: "They will become extinct.
Whether it is the orcs of Azeroth or the orcs of Draenor.
I will turn them into war machines like the blood orcs, and throw them into the most dangerous battlefields to consume them completely.
Don't ever doubt this.
Because I have taken control of the Dark Temple in Moonshadow Valley and stationed a large army there.
Whenever you want, you can do to the orcs what you did to the draenei.
Especially the so-called Road of Glory, which I think is quite creative and should be slightly re-enacted as a classic. "
As he said this, a creepy smile appeared on Zuo Si's face.
The malice emanating from his soul made Sal shudder. He took two steps back subconsciously and cursed with rapid breathing, "Damn it! You are simply a crazy butcher! Don't you feel guilty about it?"
"Butcher? Guilty conscience?"
Zuo Si showed a disdainful expression and sneered: "These two words coming out of the mouth of an orc are really full of black humor.
After all, what I did was just repeating what you have done before.
Don't forget that it was you who launched the genocide against the Draenei.
That corpse-strewn road still runs between the Dark Portal and the Bastion in Hellfire Peninsula.
You can ask the orcs who participated in this war, do they feel uneasy in their hearts? Ah, look.
Many of those who are clamoring outside to launch a war to conquer the entire Azeroth and turn all other races into slaves are eyewitnesses of those years.
Do you think that with their current faces, they would feel remorse, repent and have a guilty conscience for the crimes they have committed?"
moment!
Thrall fell into a speechless silence.
As the chieftain of the tribe, how could he not know how many warriors among the orcs still believed in the barbaric, bloodthirsty, and strength-first style of the old tribe, and how many orcs were secretly studying the evil spells of the warlocks.
It is basically impossible to expect these guys to admit their past mistakes and mend their ways.
Of course, Thrall never had such a luxury.
I just hope they won't cause trouble, do their jobs honestly, and contribute to the entire orc family.
But even this most basic, even humble, request could not be met.
The representative of this type of orcs is undoubtedly Grom Hellscream.
After a long while, Thrall raised his head and said in a tone that was not very confident: "Not all orcs are like them.
Just like there are good and bad humans, there are also good and bad orcs.
What's more, we have also been deceived, blinded and used by the demons of the Burning Legion.
And I promise you, if you give me a chance, I can prove that orcs can shake off their dark past and rise again."
But the answer you gave was that Grom Hellscream and his Warsong Clan once again voluntarily drank the blood of demons and killed Cenarion, an ally of the night elves and the jungle demigod who had made outstanding contributions in the War of the Ancients.
So your assurance is worthless in my eyes and not worthy of trust.
Because he had no ability to completely control this loose tribal alliance composed of different orc clans, let alone prevent the chiefs from making small moves in private.
Your only option now is to play a game that risks your soul."
Zuo Si interrupted Sal's long speech without any hesitation.
Because he has never been a compassionate person, and he is not interested in the self-salvation of the orcs. The only thing he wants is valuable souls.
Apart from that, he doesn't care whether the orc race will perish or not.
Thrall's words were useless. He quickly adjusted his mindset and forced himself to calm down. He then took a deep breath and asked tentatively, "So how do we play this game? What are the rules?"
Zuo Si calmly explained: "At the next critical moment, I will provide you with corresponding choices.
All you have to do is keep choosing between the two until the game is over.
In other words, this is a gamble.
I'm betting on the dark side of orcish nature.
You are betting on the good side of orcs' nature.
Don't worry, I won't use any means to influence the orcs during this process, they will only follow their truest thoughts. "
"Okay! I'll bet with you!"
Sal is undoubtedly a very decisive person.
After hearing that the orcs' fate and the fate of their entire race could be determined entirely by their own consciousness without any influence, he felt that he could give it a try.
Because even though there are a lot of bloodthirsty and brutal orcs, there are also many who truly repent.
As long as they are still here, he will never come to the conclusion that the orcs are beyond salvation.
Seeing that Thrall had fallen into the trap he had carefully woven, Zuo Si immediately clapped his hands happily, praising him as he clapped his hands: "You are indeed a natural leader who can lead the defeated orcs out of the shadows. I like your decisiveness and confidence. Now that the contract has been reached, let's go directly to the first selection stage."
"Oh? What's the first choice?"
Sal narrowed his eyes and tested cautiously.
"The first choice is about Daelin, the commander of the Kul Tiras naval fleet.
I believe you should be very clear that the reason why he is so hostile to orcs, apart from the evil deeds of wanton slaughter of humans in the eastern continent in the old tribe era, the root cause is that his eldest son died at the hands of the red dragon riders of the Dragon Roar Clan orcs.
Therefore, the hatred caused by the pain of losing a child in middle age is almost impossible to resolve.
You can try to persuade him by showing kindness and sincerity, or you can just kill him outright.
But you must be prepared for the chain reactions and serious consequences that will follow.
Remember, you can only choose one of these two options.
Otherwise, as long as Daelin is alive, he will continue to block the coastline of Azshara, making it impossible for you to go out to sea to fish and get enough food.
You know firsthand how angry, violent, and dangerous orcs and trolls can become when they start to starve."
Zuo Si put forward the first dilemma very straightforwardly.
Because it is pure wishful thinking to persuade Daelin to give up revenge on the orcs.
Even his own daughter Jaina couldn't do this, not to mention a green-skinned orc who could make the Admiral of the Navy so angry that he wanted to kill him just by looking at him.
So in fact, Thrall only has one choice, which is to kill Daelin.
This means completely angering Jaina, who has grown into a great mage, the maritime power Kul Tiras, and the powerful alliance behind the two.
At that time, Jaina will surely bring her army to avenge her father, which is equivalent to flooding Orgrimmar in advance.
Zuo Si felt a strong sense of satisfaction and accomplishment when he thought that this move could save Jaina twenty years of detour and allow her to skip the "Virgin Mary" stage and evolve into a madman who was madly hostile to the tribe.
After all, the completely insane white-haired Jaina is the true "Daughter of the Sea".
"Kill or persuade Dai Lin..."
A conflicted expression suddenly appeared on Sal's face. He obviously hadn't expected that the first choice of this game would be so difficult.
You know, ever since the news came back that the fishing villages and watchtowers on the coastline were destroyed by naval guns, he has been thinking hard these days, hoping to find a safe solution.
Unfortunately, the other party didn't give me any chance at all.
Even the envoys sent to express their willingness to negotiate could not escape the bombardment of naval guns.
Afterwards, even the Darkspear tribe's most outstanding witch doctor said with embarrassment that he was not skilled enough to sew up the broken body and bury it.
But soon, Thrall suddenly realized something and raised his head abruptly: "No! Aren't Daelin and his fleet all your believers? Since you asked them to blockade Azshara's coastline, why did you give me the option to kill him?"
Zuo Si replied meaningfully: “Because death means liberation for Dai Lin, who has been trapped in pain and hatred.
He had long wanted to stop living and longed for someone to end his life in battle.
I was just fulfilling his wish.
What's more, once Daelin dies, his soul will go to the place I rule and be reborn in another form.
In this way, in order to be reunited with her father after death, Jaina will naturally become my believer.
Compared to Dai Lin, his daughter's soul is obviously more precious.
Why wouldn’t I do that?”
"So you have planned it from the beginning? If I choose to kill Daelin, you can gain Jaina'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 can get my soul." Thrall asked gritting his teeth.
It was not difficult to tell from his ferocious expression that he hated the terrible feeling of having his fate controlled or even fooled by others.
“Haha, like I said before, this is a bet.
If you can't afford it, don't play.
What's more, we have already reached a contract, and it's too late to regret it now.
Finally, I'll give you a free tip.
Daelin and his captains would set up camp at night on a small island off the southwest coast of Azshara.
If you want to meet him, take your companions and swim over under the cover of night.
Just a reminder, you only have this one chance, so make sure you take advantage of it.”
After saying that, Zuo Si stood up from his chair and patted the other person's shoulder in a very frivolous manner, and then he disappeared from the spot in an instant.
As soon as he left, Sal swung his fist and smashed the desk to pieces with a bang, destroying everything in the room crazily while roaring like a beast.
“Aa ...
The guard standing outside the door heard the noise and rushed in to check what was going on, but was scolded and driven out.
After venting for nearly five minutes, Sal slowly calmed down. He kept breathing heavily like a wild horse after a gallop, and the whites of his eyes were densely covered with bloodshot.
As one of the few faction leaders on Azeroth who could see the overall situation, he was clearly aware that he had no room for bargaining at all.
He could only use this information to meet with Dai Lin, and be prepared to kill him if he failed to convince him, so as to resolve the imminent food supply crisis first.
As for what happens in the future, we’ll talk about it later.
If the tribe cannot overcome the current crisis, there will be no future at all.
Just when Thrall was planning to take this small number of the most elite bodyguards and the most outstanding orc warrior after Grom Hellscream, Varok Saurfang, into action tonight, strange black smoke suddenly began to emerge from the corner of the room, which was originally a mess.
Soon after, a female dwarf wearing a dark purple robe and with blue-green hair came out.
She looked very similar to the bronze dragon Chromie, except that there was a thick dark shadow around her eyes and her lips were the same dark color as her robes.
The little guy first looked around very vigilantly, as if confirming something, and then said in a very urgent tone: "Sal, do you want to regain your usurped destiny? Do you want to rewrite this wrong timeline? We can help you!"
“Usurped destiny?
Wrong timeline?
What are you talking about? I don't understand. And what do you guys think this is? A public toilet where you can come and go as you please?
It was obvious that Thrall's anger had not yet completely subsided, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab the little dwarf who had intruded without permission.
But the next second...
He was surprised to find that the other party suddenly "teleported" from the front to his back.
Flash spell?
No! That's not right!
There was clearly no fluctuation of arcane energy just now.
Just when Sal was puzzled, a golden light shaped like an hourglass suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Soon after, a white-haired female dwarf who was almost identical to him except for the color of her hair appeared out of nowhere and shouted in a serious tone, "Damn bastard! You are tampering with and interfering with the timeline again!"
"Humph! Anyway, the entire time stream has completely collapsed, and all timelines are converging towards this single timeline. I am doing this so that everything can be restored to its previous state. But why are you so persistent in pursuing me?"
The female dwarf, who was dark in color, sneered and asked back.
"Of course it's to stop you! Because in this timeline, the future is no longer a terrible destruction. But you want to destroy it for your own selfish reasons."
After saying that, the white-haired dwarf instantly transformed into a gigantic bronze dragon and opened his mouth to spit out a breath containing the power of time.
No need to ask, she is Chromie who has been fighting against the Eternal Dragon Legion recently.
And that almost identical dark replica is her alter ego after she fell at the end of time and became the Eternal Dragon.
Since the two knew each other well, the battle became extremely fierce and tense from the beginning.
Before Thrall could even figure out what was happening, the entire Chief's Hall was torn to pieces by two dragons.
Not only the Chief's Hall, but also this settlement that was in the form of a city was severely damaged in the battle between the two dragons.
As we all know, orcs generally build their buildings with local materials, using whatever is available nearby.
The construction method is also quite rough and wild, and it is even difficult to prevent air leakage. It is basically a shack and an enlarged version of a shack.
It's simply a joke for a building like this to withstand the impact of a dragon.
In just a few minutes, Chromie and her dark self turned this place, which the orcs had spent a lot of time and effort to build, into ruins.
Although Thrall and many powerful orcs tried to accomplish the feat of slaying the dragon, the problem was that bronze dragons and eternal dragons possessed the power of time, which was simply beyond the reach of mortals like them.
Whenever someone approaches, the two dragons will instantly disappear into the flow of events, rendering all attacks ineffective.
This undoubtedly caused a strong sense of frustration among the proud orc warriors, who could only watch their newly built homes being destroyed in the battle between the two dragons.
If we take into account the huge losses caused by the blockade of the coastline, it means that all the hard work they have done in Azshara during this period has come to nothing.
"Captain! What on earth is going on? Where did those two dragons come from? Why didn't our sentry tower discover them in advance?"
Varok Saurfang, who was in charge of the settlement's security, asked loudly with a puzzled look on his face.
While commanding his men to evacuate the residents to a safe place, Thrall replied irritably: "Don't ask me, I don't know either. They suddenly appeared in the chief's hall, and then started fighting without saying a word. And this weird ability completely confuses me."
He couldn't believe even in his dreams that he would encounter so many bad luck in such a short period of time.
"So what should we do now? Are we just going to watch two dragons wreak havoc on our homeland?"
There was a strong sense of reluctance in Varok Saurfang's tone.
As a warrior, he is never afraid of any opponent, not even the legendary dragon.
But the problem is that these two dragons cannot be attacked at all, and even touching them is a luxury.
"No other way. Let's evacuate the people first to avoid casualties."
Sal sighed helplessly.
"Alas - this is all we can do for now."
Saurfang also sighed, and immediately joined the rescue efforts with his men.
On the other side, the battle between the two Chromies has reached a fever pitch.
Through the constantly changing scenery and phantoms in the time flow, it can be confirmed that at this moment they are traveling through different time gaps.
And due to Zuo Si's influence, all timelines are merging towards a single timeline.
Before this process was completely completed, both the Eternal Dragon Legion and the Bronze Dragon Legion had completely lost control of time, and all kinds of endless chaos were destroying everything.
There were even a lot of overlapping timelines, with people who were originally in two parallel timelines seeing each other, or traveling back to the past to change the future.
What's worse is that multiple timelines that were originally unconnected suddenly split into more than a dozen sections, and then mixed together in an extremely strange way.
For example, in a certain timeline, after killing Sylvanas and resurrecting her as an undead, Arthas suddenly transformed himself from a cold-blooded death knight into a domineering president, and started a "tragic" relationship with the latter. In the end, the lovers finally got married and held a grand wedding with everyone's blessings.
For example, when Arthas was escorting Jaina to Dalaran, he suddenly fell in love with the elven prince Kael'thas for some reason, and ended up dumping Jaina. The two handsome guys fell in love.
In short, there is no most bizarre, only more bizarre.
All timelines began to break up and reorganize around this unique timeline, which can even be described as chaos.
The Eternal Dragon and the Bronze Dragon fought each other in this chaos.
The bronze dragon is protecting this unique timeline, while the Eternal Dragon Legion hopes to destroy the unique timeline and restore time to its decentralized state with infinite possibilities.
“Give it up!
You can't succeed!
Soth's power is too strong. No matter how you struggle, you will eventually disappear.
For Nozdormu's doomed future has been altered, and you are but remnants of the chaos that has afflicted us.
When this fusion is complete, all Eternal Dragons will cease to exist."
Chromie roared, grabbed his other self tightly with his claws, and rolled in the air.
But the Eternal Dragon was not to be outdone. He sneered and retorted, "Don't dream! The future is uncertain. Who told you that it is you and not us who will win the final victory in this time war? As long as the Eternal Dragon Legion seizes control of the most important time node before the Bronze Dragon Legion, we will have the bargaining chip to negotiate with that person."
"Don't even think about it! I will never allow you to grab the time node!"
After saying that, Chromie rushed forward like a madman, intending to push this evil version of himself out of the time stream, preferably into a closed time loop.
In that case, it would take a lot of effort for the other party to get out.
"Hahahaha! That's not up to you."
The Eternal Dragon suddenly spit out an hourglass emitting black smoke from its mouth.
Chromie's face changed drastically when he saw this, and he subconsciously wanted to move away, but it was too late.
The moment the black hourglass turned over, her body completely stopped all movement, as if it was frozen.
The Eternal Dragon walked up to him calmly and touched him lightly with the hourglass. The former was instantly photographed into a palm-sized two-dimensional photo. Then he quickly recovered to his dwarf form, picked up the photo, kissed Chromie hard, and laughed crazily.
(End of this chapter)
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