Chapter 114: Krasus' Helper (Part 2)

Although he was mentally prepared, Marigos did not have enough confidence to deal with Deathwing even in his prime. But being rejected still made Krasus a little discouraged. However, Deathwing must be stopped. If he cannot be stopped, everything will be in danger.

Krasus returned to his home in Dalaran and looked carefully at the bottles on the shelf. He was very reluctant to face the next choice, but he had to do it. As long as he could convince one of the other two dragon kings, there would be a turning point in this matter.

However, Ysera's thoughts were the most difficult to understand. In Krasus's relatively long life, he never spoke a word to her. Krasus had no choice but to go to Nozdormu, the Lord of Time, even though Nozdormu's descendants had rejected his request many times.

"Found it."

In the corner, a small bottle contained a dried flower. It was the Eternal Rose. This plant can only be found in places where bronze dragons live. This was a gift from Krasus to Alexstrasza. After his home was attacked, he took it back at the risk of his life. Now it can be used. After

opening the cork, a faint fragrance wafted out. Krasus' face was a little red. He remembered those "bloody" times.

Pinch the flower out with two fingers, red flames, white frost, green emerald, blue ocean, black night. Each petal exuded artistic beauty. Krasus endured the pain and crushed the flower. The fragments jumped from one hand to the other, and the tingling sensation spread from the palm to the arm. Krasus raised his hands above his head and chanted a spell. The small flower turned into quicksand, which covered the ground, piled higher and higher, and finally filled the entire room...

Krasus found himself in an endless desert with flying sand and rocks everywhere.

However, this desert was different from all the deserts Krasus had seen. There were broken walls and ruins everywhere, and all kinds of strange creatures' skeletons could be seen everywhere, and statues of all sizes were scattered everywhere. Krasus approached those buildings. Some were in the style of the human kingdom, some were dwarfs, and some Krasus didn't recognize.

This scene is like entering a private collection, but the things collected by this owner are a little unique?

Krasusi sat on the sand pile, waiting and waiting. He didn't know how long he had been waiting, but no creature understood him. Krasusi's patience was almost worn out. Especially the statue in front of him, the left half resembled a minotaur, and the right half resembled some kind of totem. The two sides formed a very funny pattern. The expressions of the eyes and mouth seemed to be mocking Krasusi for doing useless work.

Krasusi finally became impatient and shouted: "Nozdom! Where are you? I know you are! I want to see you!" As soon as Krasusi finished

speaking, a sandstorm blew up in the desert. Krasusi quickly closed his eyes and mouth, and the howling wind made Krasusi cover his ears. The strong wind seemed to have vitality, and it would not stop until it swept him up. Krasus poured magic power into his legs and stabilized his body with great difficulty. After holding on for a long time, the storm finally subsided. An object similar to an hourglass blew out of the desert and rushed into the air. It swirled and blew up a tornado. The hanging sand and dust buried Krasus who had just opened his eyes.

The tornado dissipated, and a yellow dragon about the same size as Maris appeared in the desert.

"Puh, puh, puh!" Krasus drilled out of the sand, wiped his face and spit out sand. The yellow dragon opened his eyes, and his bright eyes were like gems that could shoot sunlight.

"Kleostrasz," the dragon's voice sounded a little angry, "Who gave you the courage to disturb my nap!"

"I have to do this! Great King of Time, please listen to me!"

"A respected title cannot calm my anger! You must get out! Get out now!"

The roaring dragon rolled up the sand. Krasus turned his head away and covered his face with his arms: "No! I must speak out the threat to all dragons! I will not leave!"

"All dragons?" Nozdormu's smile was somewhat mocking, and he pointed his finger at Krasus. "All dragons? What does that have to do with you? Aren't you the mortal mage Krasus? You are no longer a dragon. Get out of here. I still have to take care of my collection."

Nozdormu's big hand clasped on the previous statue.

"Nozdormu!" Krasus looked at Nozdormu angrily. "Deathwing is still alive!"

"Oh." Nozdormu's expression was calm, as if he had already known this shocking news.

"I'm talking about Deathwing! Deathwing!" Nozdormu looked at Krasus as if he was a fool. Krasus gradually realized that Nozdormu must have known the news. "You already knew?"

Nozdormu's eyes flashed: "This question is not worth answering, you should go."

"Wait!" Krasus shouted, "Since you knew he was still alive, why didn't you stop him!"

Nozdormu stretched his neck and looked around: "Do you see these things around you?"

Krasus nodded, and Nozdormu said: "Deathwing will eventually disappear from the world just like these things..."

"But if you and the other dragon kings..."

Nozdormu interrupted Krasus rudely: "Your time is up!"

Nozdormu's wings flapped vigorously, and this time Krasus could not stand at all, and the strong wind blew him into the sky...

"Ah!" Krasus covered his waist and found that he was back in his room. There was no sand in the room, and the petals had turned into powder and could not be used anymore. Damn it! Krasus slapped the ground and cursed. He failed again! Then there was only this last hope...

After Krasus left, Nozdormu fiddled with his collection and hairstyle.

"Nozdormu." A female voice came from the depths of the desert. "Didn't you foresee in time and space that you would gain the power you lost that year? Why didn't you help Kleostrasz?"

"It's Kronom." Nozdormu said without looking back. "I just don't want to agree to him."

"Uh..." The dragon called Kronom was obviously choked. "Just be happy. The fog in the future is getting more and more. I'm going to study it."

Kronom disappeared in the desert. Nozdormu scooped up sand with his palm, and the sand flowed out of his fingers like a small waterfall.

What can we do if we know it? We are the guardians of time. As long as the future timeline is not destroyed, we can't do anything. That's our duty.

The sand flowed away, and Nozdom also turned into yellow sand and disappeared from its original place.