Chapter 1184 25. Before the War. Enemies of the Elements

"Nozdormu's reaction was a bit slow."

On the balcony of the lonely castle in the dead world, the high lord said to the shadow standing beside him:

"But it's good that the old dragon can react on its own, so we don't need to remind it, time, this is a wonderful thing."

Shadow didn't care about the leader's emotion, because she was very busy now.

She is directing the agents under her command to clean up the corpses of 4 huge eternal dragons lying on the wilderness of the dead outside the lonely castle.

The largest of the Eternal Dragons attacking the Cave of Time is only more than 30 meters long. It is an adult dragon, but it lurks in the time flow of the dead world, trying to "assassinate" Tyrion's four Eternal Dragons. The smallest is 90 meters long. The biggest one can even be compared with the Dragon King.

Obviously, these are the real masters of the Eternal Dragon Legion. Under the protection of time, they can be exempted from the scouring of the power of the dead, but they underestimated the strength of the great lord, or in other words, the great lord did not take them seriously .

In the ridiculous assassination just now, the High Lord didn't do anything at all. Deathwing and the Scourge Knight tore these four daring Eternal Dragon lunatics into pieces in just 2 minutes.

"Send the corpse to Nefarian, the lord of my dragon battle group, who is trying to fuse the keel and the machinery together. I believe he will surprise me in the end."

Tyrion himself didn't feel much about the assassination, he didn't care what happened just now, he said to the shadow:

"Help me answer the letter to the old dragon king, let him do what he should do, the eternal dragon is just a bunch of meaningless bugs, they can't interfere with my fate."

"Um?"

Shadow looked at her leader suspiciously, and she asked:

"Could it be that you can already travel through the timeline? Can you protect yourself?"

"No, I can't dabble in time yet."

The great lord shook his head:

"That is the highest realm of arcane art, but I don't need to worry about the 'disturbance' of the eternal dragon. At the moment of death, I have been out of time, unless Sargeras himself merges into the timeline and returns to the timeline. In the past, destroy my destiny, otherwise the Eternal Dragon alone will not be able to affect me...Death and Arcane are equal."

"They probably don't really affect you."

Shadow said in a cold and rational voice:

"But they can do other things to interfere with you, such as the blood mistress, such as the death lords, or... your mother, Nozdormu personally guards your time trajectory and has his thoughts, I I think this is right and necessary.”

The shadow's guess made the great lord's right eye flash a icy light, and he nodded slightly:

"Well, what you said makes sense, but I was too careless."

"Let the old Dragon King guard the time over there, and thank him for me."

Shadow nodded, turned around and was about to leave. After she took a few steps, the high lord suddenly said:

"Nozdormu said, how many eternal dragons did my little friend Chromie kill with a ray gun?"

"Well, yes, High Lord."

Shadow looked at the note in her hand, and she said:

"Ms. Cromy confessed that three months ago, she used her ability to travel through time to steal a set of ray gun launchers from our arsenal on the seabed. She just thought it was more fun. But there is no doubt that this thing saved her life today, but according to the Armament Regulations of the Dark Blade Legion, ray guns are not allowed to flow out, do you need me to recover that set of ray guns?"

"Recycle? No."

The high lord put his hand on the railing of the balcony of the Fortress of Solitude, and he whispered:

"In my own name, give 200 sets of ray guns to the time hunters of the Bronze Dragon Legion... Treat it as a gift."

"I still need their help with a small matter... Don't you think, Nasa, those eternal dragons are too intrusive?"

Shadow did not hesitate. As the secret affairs officer who had followed the High Lord for the longest time, she immediately understood what the High Lord meant. She nodded and said softly:

"I see. I'll arrange it."

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The footsteps of the doomsday battle are getting closer and closer.

World Observer Algalon sent back the final information that Sargeras is less than 10 days away from the Azeroth star area. The war is almost imminent. In the entire world of Azeroth, everyone The transfer of civilians on a large scale has also entered the final stage.

Through the dark portal that stands on the border of the Federation, children under the age of 14, regardless of race or civilization, are sent to the safe world of Draenor, where several civilizations have been With corresponding orders, they will do their best to take care of these children.

The great lord still has a combat-capable army stationed in that world, commanded by the trustworthy death lord Serent Firewing, who is also the last death lord who has not yet converted the heroic spirit. He has his own mission on his shoulders. It is Tyrion's last stand for Azeroth.

If the world of Azeroth is lucky enough, these children will be able to return to their hometown in a few months.

If the world of Azeroth is not lucky enough, then these children will have to live in this strange world and live as survivors of the world of Azeroth.

Naturally, this process is not smooth, and it is always accompanied by some sour pain.

Although the Azeroth Civilization Coalition Command has informed the entire world of the demon's attack and the doomsday battle, to be honest, most civilians do not have such a high level of ideological awareness. If they want to live and die with this world, Especially watching one's own children being taken to an unknown place, anyone will feel desolate and angry.

But in fact, even if the high command sent all the civilians to Draenor out of kindness, that small world simply couldn't bear so many creatures, not to mention the lack of time.

Therefore, in extraordinary times, extraordinary measures must be taken,

After arresting nearly 1.33 million restless guys worldwide on the charge of "disturbing order" and throwing them all into the Argus battlefield, the order of the world has at least appeared to be stable. After the doomsday crisis Next, the high command shut up those dissatisfied people with their fists.

But anyone with a brain knows that this enforced peaceful order won't last long.

Undercurrents are surging in places that cannot be seen, and there are some lunatics who fear that the world will not be chaotic. At most, for a month, serious civil strife will inevitably break out in the world under high pressure, and it will be a terrible disaster. All civilizations will be involved in the storm of chaos.

But the problem is that there is not one month left in this world. According to the results of the Ethereal Fleet's investigation, the terrifying war will break out in at most 15 days.

After the demons come to the world with the wrath of Sargeras, as long as there is a little bit of rational thinking, these people who seem to be a little restless now will know what to do, and the huge number of weapons already in place around the world , will also be distributed at that time to the people who have seen the situation clearly, they have to fight, and they must fight.

Or, you can only die in sorrow and as a coward.

In a real chaotic disaster, power and dictatorship can always bring enough sense of security to the dazed and fearful.

However, such a coercive method that looks like a collective madness is also beneficial. Once the world of Azeroth can survive the doomsday war, then after peace comes, the loose alliance in this world can easily be truly Kneaded into a rope.

People who have fought wars together will always have some real friendship.

"Wow, wow"

On the red land of Kalimdor, on the coast of Durotar, the great chief Thrall, who is not wearing plate armor, but wearing a traditional shaman robe, stands by the sea. He is carrying the hammer of destruction. The shaman's blue eyes were looking at the endless sea in front of him.

He can see many things.

On this empty sea surface, there are many things that ordinary people cannot see, those elements floating above the sea water, those elements that are restless and restless, they also feel the melody of the war that is about to start, the tension of the whole world The elemental forces are abnormally active... It's like a pot of boiling water is about to boil and swallow everything.

Thrall's ten fingers hang naturally by his side. As long as he closes his eyes, he can clearly feel the ground under his feet and the power contained in the ground.

Thrall even felt that he could create a real mountain in the sea in front of him just by waving his fingers. And he only needs to snap his fingers, and the entire land of Durotar will be easily torn apart under the drive of his own will.

earth...

He has mastered the power of the earth, he can even melt into it.

But this is not a blessing for nothing, it is a responsibility, a mission, and a heavy mission.

"Sal!"

Behind Thrall, Dranosh Saurfang, who came riding a wolf and carrying a battle ax, called his brother's name. This strong young orc jumped off the wolf, and he strode towards Saur. Er, the Kor'kron guards who specially guarded the chieftain did not stop Dranosh's footsteps, allowing him to walk to Thrall.

"You called me here so anxiously."

Dranosh stood with Thrall, looking at his brother, he asked:

"Is there something wrong?"

"Well, yes."

Thrall felt the heavy power scattered in every cell of his body, the power that belonged to the earth, and he said softly:

"I want you to be the next warchief."

"What?"

Dranosh was stunned by the news, he blinked and said to Thrall:

"Don't be kidding, Thrall, you are younger than me, and everyone admires you. You can be a great chief for a lifetime, and your wisdom is obvious to all! And the tauren and trolls just agreed to form an alliance with us Horde...seriously, this is not a funny time to joke about!"

"I'm not kidding."

Thrall breathed a sigh of relief, he hooked his fingers, and the soft sand under Dranosh's feet swayed suddenly. Under the stunned gaze of the young orc, two stone pillars that looked like arms stretched out from the ground crazily. Within 2 seconds, the terrifying Pillar of the Earth carried Thrall and Dranosh all the way up to the sky at a height of more than 30 meters.

This scene was supposed to shake the earth, but in the invisible sway of the power of the earth, the stone pillars shaped by Thrall didn't even disturb the sea water flowing in front of them, all of this happened so quietly.

Dranosh stared at Thrall dumbfounded. He knew that powerful shamans could do this, but it was absolutely impossible for them to be as light as Thrall, just by hooking their fingers.

"You, who are you?"

The young orc couldn't help holding the handle of the ax behind him, but Thrall spread his hands and said in his usual gentle voice:

"I am Thrall, I am your brother, Dranosh, but... I am not Thrall, I have been given a mission, just like Emperor Lothar and Emperor Varian on the other side of the empire, I was given a heavy mission."

Thrall explained in a low voice:

"In the battle of the doomsday, it is definitely not just demons who attack the world, but also the elemental lords who are all in one with the demons and their endless elemental warriors. They will rush into this world from the elemental territory and attack us from behind. It is unacceptable for us to collapse before we face our demons."

"I, I have been endowed with the power to resist the elements, and the moment you step onto the battlefield, Dranosh, I will also step into my own battlefield... And, I don't know if I can come back, you Do you understand me?"

"Are you going alone?"

Dranosh looked at Thrall in surprise, and the latter nodded, which made Dranosh clenched his fists, and he roared:

"He asked you to face the Elemental Monarch alone? He is asking you to die!"

"Don't go! Thrall!"

Dranosh's persuasion made Thrall smile. The chief raised his head and looked at his brother. He said:

"Don't worry about me, Dranosh, with the power of the earth, I am an army!"

"And dying for the sake of this world is not an unacceptable ending, but what worries me the most is the tribe that we and our father built up, not to mention tauren and trolls, I have to choose for the orcs. A chief, and that is you, Dranosh, the best of us to be warchief."

"No, it's not..."

The young orc stood on a stone pillar more than 30 meters high. He was at a loss for a while. He said:

"You said that I, a warlord who has never been a leader, can be considered by you to be a great chief? I am really not humble, Thrall, I really don't know if I can do it, let alone Garrosh and Jolin, I think they are more suitable than me!"

"Don't be so insecure, Dranosh."

Thrall raised his hand and interrupted Dranosh, he said gently:

"I've asked Garrosh, and he said he's a warrior, like his father, he's not very suitable to be a warchief, and Jorin, Jorin's reputation is not as good as yours, and your uncle, Warlord Brox, also thinks You can do it, you have performed very well in the last few incidents, and everyone unanimously decided to be you."

"What's more, I just need you to temporarily take the position of Great Chief, Dranosh. If I can come back, maybe I can hold on for more than ten years..."

Having said that, Thrall couldn't help but smile, he raised his head, looked at the sunny sky, and said:

"But I don't know whether those old men will give me this chance. After all... the authority of the earth is too disruptive to the balance."

While Thrall and Dranosh were talking in secret, on another continent, Dornan was also ready to fight the elements. Of course, she didn't have such a heaven-defying thing as the power of the earth in her hand, so she couldn't Like Thrall, fighting against an elemental lord alone, and facing the possible attack of the Firelord Ragnaros, she urgently needs a group of powerful helpers.

"Come on! Come on!"

Little Yuna bounced and led Dornan to walk in a secret valley in the Burning Plain. While eating a chocolate bar, the little fool said to Dornan:

"I heard from Vanessa that you need a helper to deal with the elemental lord, and I found a good helper for you! Very powerful!"

"Really?"

Dornan looked at Yuna hesitantly. She knew who this little fool's friends were. To be honest, she followed little Yuna here more to relax and relieve the pressure before the big battle. .

"Uh-huh!"

Yuna nodded frantically, she patted her chest, and said to Dornan confidently:

"Trust me! I won't lie to you duck, it's really a powerful helper, that's me in New York...ah, no, it's my new friend in the astral world!"

"Oh? A creature from the astral world?"

Dornan became a little interested. As a genius shaman, she knew that there were indeed many powerful creatures in the mysterious star world, and those strange ecological environments would evolve some unimaginable creatures. super creature.

Seeing that Yuna took her to the ruins of the storm altar that the orcs left here, it seemed that Yuna was going to use this super summoning circle to summon her "new friend", Dornan threw Flicking his tail, he couldn't help asking:

"What's the name of your new friend?"

Yuna's eyeballs rolled, she snorted pretending to be mysterious, and made another grimace:

"His name is Banner~"