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 take 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.

看到萨尔已经掉进自己精心编织的陷阱，左思立刻开心的鼓起了掌，一边拍手还一边称赞道：“真不愧是能够带领战败兽人走出阴影的天生领袖，我喜欢你的果断跟自信。既然契约已经达成，那么就让我们来直接进入第一个选择环节吧。”

“哦？第一个选择是什么？”

萨尔眯起眼睛小心翼翼的试探道。

“第一个选择是关于库尔提拉斯海军舰队的统帅戴琳。

相信你应该很清楚，他之所以如此敌视兽人，刨除旧部落时代在东部大陆肆意屠杀人类的恶行之外，究其根源还是他的长子死在了龙吼氏族兽人的红龙骑兵手中。

所以这份中年丧子之痛产生的仇恨是几乎无法被化解的。

你可以尝试着通过释放善意和真诚来说服他，也可以直截了当的杀死他。

但是你必须要做好随后产生的一系列连锁反应和严重后果。

记住，只能从这两个选择中挑一个。

不然的话只要戴琳还活着，他就会一直封锁艾萨拉的海岸线，让你们没有办法出海捕鱼获取充足的食物。

你最清楚当兽人和巨魔开始挨饿的时候，他们会变得有多么的易怒、暴躁和危险。”

左思十分干脆的抛出了第一个两难的选择。

因为说服戴琳放弃对兽人复仇完全就是痴人说梦。

连他的亲生女儿吉安娜都没能做到这一点，更不用提一个光是看着就能让海军统帅怒火中烧想要将其杀死的绿皮兽人。

所以实际上萨尔只有一个选择，那就是杀死戴琳。

而这意味着彻底激怒已经成长为大法师的吉安娜和海上强国库尔提拉斯，以及两者背后强大的联盟。

到时候吉安娜必然会带着军队打上门来替父报仇，相当于提前上演水淹奥格瑞玛的好戏。

一想到此举能让吉安娜少走二十年的弯路，直接跳过“圣母”阶段进化到疯狂敌视部落的魔怔人，左思就有一种强烈的满足感和成就感。

毕竟彻底魔怔了的白毛吉安娜，才是那个真正意义上“海的女儿”。

“杀死或是说服戴琳吗……”

萨尔的脸上顿时浮现出纠结的表情，显然没料到这场游戏的第一个选择的难度就如此之高。

要知道自从海岸线的渔村和哨塔被舰炮摧毁的消息传回来之后，他这些天一直在冥思苦想，渴望能够找到一个稳妥的解决方案。

可遗憾的是对方压根不给半点机会。

就连派去表达想要谈判意愿的使者也没能躲过舰炮的轰炸。

事后连暗矛部族最出色的巫医都一脸为难的表示，自己学艺不精没办法把那破碎的尸体缝合起来下葬。

但很快，萨尔突然意识到了什么，猛地抬起头：“不对！戴琳和他麾下的舰队不全是你的信徒吗？既然是你让他们来封锁艾萨拉的海岸线，那为何又要给我杀死他的选项？”

左思意味深长的回答道：“因为死亡对于一直深陷痛苦和仇恨之中的戴琳来说意味着解脱。

他早就已经不想活了，渴望着有人能够在战斗中终结自己的生命。

我仅仅只是在满足他的愿望罢了。

更何况一旦戴琳死了，他的灵魂就会前往我所统治的地方以另外一种形态获得重生。

如此一来，为了能够在死后与父亲团聚，吉安娜自然也会成为我的信徒。

相比起戴琳，他这位女儿的灵魂显然要额外珍贵。

试问我又有什么理由不这样做呢？”

“所以你从一开始就算计好了？如果我选择杀死戴琳，你就能获得吉安娜的信仰和灵魂。如果我选择不杀他，部落内部必然会由于食物不足发生暴动和叛乱，届时你就能获得我的灵魂。”萨尔咬牙切齿的质问。

从那狰狞的表情不难看出，他无比痛恨这种命运受到别人操控乃至愚弄的糟糕感觉。

“呵呵，就像我之前说过的那样，这是一场对赌。

如果你玩不起就不要上桌。

更何况我们之前已经达成了契约，现在才想起来后悔已经晚了。

最后给你提供一个免费的情报。

戴琳和他麾下的船长们会在晚上的时候前往艾萨拉海岸线西南边的一个小岛上扎营。

如果你想要和他见面，就趁着夜色的掩护带上人游泳过去。

顺便提醒一句，你只有这一次机会，因此请务必好好把握。”

说罢，左思从椅子上站起来以一种十分轻佻的动作拍了拍对方的肩膀，随后整个人瞬间消失在原地。

他前脚刚走，后脚萨尔就猛地抡起拳头直接轰的一声把办公桌砸了个稀巴烂，一遍疯狂摧毁屋内所有的东西，一边发出野兽般的咆哮。

“啊啊啊啊！！！！！！！！！”

守在门外的卫兵听到如此大的动静，赶忙跑进来查看情况，结果遭到劈头盖脸的呵斥被赶了出去。

发泄了差不多五分钟，萨尔这才慢慢平静下来，像头狂奔过后的野马一样不断穿着粗气，两只眼睛的眼白部分密密麻麻布满了血丝。

作为艾泽拉斯大陆极少数能够看得清大局的阵营领袖，他显然很清楚自己压根没有讨价还价的余地。

只能利用这个情报去跟戴琳见上一面，同时做好无法说服对方就将其杀死的准备，先解除迫在眉睫的食物供应危机。

至于以后得事情，以后再说。

如果没办法度过眼下的危机，部落压根就没有未来可言。

就在萨尔打算带这少量最精锐的贴身卫队和即格罗姆·地狱咆哮之后最出色的兽人战士——瓦罗克·萨鲁法尔今晚就行动的时候，原本一片狼藉的房间角落突然开始冒出诡异的黑烟。

紧跟着一名身穿暗紫色长袍、头发呈现出蓝绿色的女性侏儒从里边钻了出来。

她的样子与青铜龙克罗米的外形十分接近，只不过眼睛周围有一圈浓重的黑影，嘴唇也跟长袍的颜色一样偏向暗淡。

只见这个小不点先是十分警惕的巡视了一下四周，仿佛在确认什么，然后才用十分急促的语气说道：“萨尔，你想要找回自己被篡夺的命运吗？想要改写这错误的时间线吗？我们可以帮你！”

“篡夺的命运？

错误的时间线？

你在说什么，我怎么听不懂？ 还有，您们这些家伙以为这里是什么地方？ 想来就来、想走就走的公共厕所吗？”

萨尔的怒气显然还没有完全平复，下意识就想要伸手抓住这个擅自闯入的小侏儒。

但下一秒……

他就惊讶的发现对方突然从正面放“瞬移”到了自己的后背。

闪现法术？

不！ 不对！

刚才明明没有奥术能量的波动。

就在萨尔百思不得其解的时候，一道外形如同沙漏般的金色光芒突然凭空复现。

紧跟着一名出来颜色之外几乎一模一样的白毛女性侏儒也凭空出现，一脸严肃的呵斥道：“该死的混蛋！你又在胡乱篡改和干扰时间线！”

“哼！反正现在整个时间流已经彻底崩溃，所有的时间线都在向着这条唯一的时间线汇聚。我这样做也是为了能让一切恢复到之前的状态。倒是你，为何要穷追不舍？”

整体呈现出暗色的女性侏儒冷笑着反问道。

“当然是为了阻止你！因为在这条时间线上，未来的景象不再是可怕的毁灭。可你们却在为了一己之私而想要毁掉它。”

说罢，白毛侏儒便瞬间化身成为一条巨大的青铜龙，张开嘴喷出了蕴含时间力量的吐息。

不用问也知道，她就是最近一直在跟永恒龙军团作战的克罗米。

而那个差不多一模一样的暗色复刻版，则是她在时间尽头堕落后成为永恒龙的另外一个自己。

由于两人相互之间都知根知底，因此战斗从一开始就变得异常激烈、焦灼。

萨尔甚至还没等搞清楚发生了什么，整个酋长大厅就被两条龙给拆了个稀巴烂。

不光是酋长大厅，这个初具城市雏形的定居点也在两条龙的大战中惨遭严重破坏。

众所周知，兽人的建筑一般都是就地取材，附近有什么就用什么。

搭建方式也相当粗糙狂野，甚至连做到不漏风都难，基本就是一个个窝棚和放大版的窝棚。

这样的建筑想要抵挡巨龙的撞击简直就是在开玩笑。

克罗米和她黑化后的自己在短短几分钟的时间里，就把这座兽人花费大量时间和精力好不容易才建立起来的地方变成了一片废墟。

尽管萨尔和许多兽人强者纷纷出手想要完成屠龙的壮举，可问题是青铜龙和永恒龙都掌握着时间的力量，根本不是他们这种凡夫俗子能够触碰的。

每当有人靠近，两条龙就会瞬间遁入事件流之中让所有的攻击都无效化。

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)