"The world I live in is, of course, the Main World." Rend didn't understand.
Anachronos added, "Indeed, people from other Parallel Worlds also believe their world is the Main World."
"Haha, I see, they're wrong," Rend laughed.
Velen understood, and said gravely, "No, they are not wrong."
Anachronos nodded appreciatively.
"That's exactly right. The so-called Main World and Parallel Worlds depend solely on your own position. After years of research, we've discovered that Parallel Worlds influence each other, with the greatest influence being that if enough people believe in the existence of a certain world, then such a Parallel Worlds will truly exist."
Rend was getting more and more confused, while Velen seemed to be deep in thought.
Anachronos scrutinized Thrall: "Thrall deceived everyone, claiming to be the great Savior and fabricating his origins. Because so many people believed him, this Parallel Worlds came into being. In other words, Thrall created that Parallel Worlds, and it was the people of that world who kidnapped Naruk Xil."
Rend seemed to understand, then suddenly thought of a question and hurriedly asked:
Thrall said he was 18,000 meters tall, could pluck stars from the sky, and could kill Sargeras with a single finger. Could he also do that in that Parallel Worlds?
Anachronos chuckled and said, "Parallel Worlds automatically correct some errors, and besides, Thrall's influence only lasts for a short time."
Rend secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Anachronos stood up and said, "Let's go. Rescuing Naruk Xil shouldn't be difficult. With Thrall, the chosen one of this plane, around, we'll have endless good fortune."
Deep within the Caverns of Time, Anachronos opened a deep cavern.
Through a fog, Velen embarked on the Timeways, only to discover to his astonishment that the real Timeways was not what he had predicted.
In the prophecy, the Timeways is a radiant path, radiating seven colors and composed of flowing light.
The path Anachronos led them on was a sandy road floating in the Void, like a tattered veil.
Dust filled the air, and sandstorms occasionally struck, causing Velen to cough a few times.
There was a line of disordered footprints on the ground.
Anachronos, in human form, crouched down, carefully examining the footprints, and whispered:
"The Timeways isn't a main road; very few people can leave footprints on it. I guess these are the footprints left by the people who kidnapped Naruk Xil."
Rend nodded. "If we just follow the footprints, we'll find Naruk Xil."
Anachronos hesitated for a moment. "It could also be a trap deliberately set by the enemy to wake Thrall."
Rend picked up his axe, ready to smash it into Thrall's head, but Velen stopped him.
Holy Light emanated from Velen's fingertips and touched Thrall's forehead.
Thrall awoke from his coma, and it took him a long time to regain his senses. He exclaimed in surprise:
Where have you taken me?
"This is the Timeways," Anachronos threatened deliberately. "Unless you rescue Naruk Xil, you will all die here."
Thrall's breath caught in his throat, and tears welled up in his eyes. Anachronos pointed to the footprints on the ground:
"Look at these footprints, what do you feel?"
"They're just some footprints, what's so special about them?" Thrall's mind wasn't on that, and finally, he couldn't hold back his tears.
Thrall's tears fell on the sandy path, creating a shimmering trail, like a diamond mixed in with the sand, pointing into the distance, unlike the path indicated by the footprints.
Velen examined the tiny flashes of light closely. "It's the unique light of Naruk Xil; it must be a mark he left behind."
Anachronos was still uneasy and shouted, "Thrall!"
Things are different now. Thrall is no longer the Horde of the Warchief, so Anachronos naturally won't be polite.
Helpless, Thrall could only squat down like Velen, then suddenly seemed to sense something and showed a surprised expression.
"What did you see?" Anachronos asked, his face dark.
"I saw a world unfolding before me, and it was a very strange feeling," Thrall said, stunned.
Anachronos smiled. "This path should be correct."
The four followed the shimmering path and passed through Portal in the mist, entering a Parallel Worlds.
A cool, soothing breeze rustled through the dense forest, and the stream flowed quietly.
The four people stood by the riverbank, Redgill in the river jumped out of the water, secretly observing the visitors.
Anachronos picked up a small clump of soil, smelled it carefully, and frowned, saying:
This is Hillsbrad Foothills.
"Are you sure?" Velen asked.
Anachronos said with displeasure, "I know the smell of all the soil in Azeroth."
"So what era are we living in?" Velen deliberately tried to provoke us.
Anachronos hesitated for a moment, then said with certainty, "It must be after the Dark Portal has opened."
"Heh, are you so sure?" Velen, unconvinced.
Judging solely from the soil, a difference of several thousand years is possible; Velen has experience with this.
Rend stood by the river. "Anachronos was right, look what that is!"
A wooden basin floated downstream, containing an Orcs baby.
Velen put his hand on Thrall's shoulder. "Thrall, this is you as a child. Do you feel a sense of connection?"
Thrall immediately shook his head. "What a joke! I grew up in Karazhan. The baby that floated down the river is all a fabrication."
Looking at everyone's expressions, Thrall guessed what was going on and asked in surprise:
"You're not going to say that this world is exactly the same as the one I created, are you?"
The three of them nodded in unison.
"You will soon find Lord Edlas Blackmoore, who will take you away, raise you, and train you in the arts of combat and slaughter, as well as military strategy. Then, one day, you will kill him," Anachronos said.
Rend stroked his chin. "I suddenly thought of a question: both Arthas and Thrall committed patricide, so why is Arthas despised while Thrall receives sympathy?"
"Blackmoore is not Thrall's father," Velen said casually.
What if that's the case?
"That is unforgivable." Velen nodded, involuntarily thinking of his son, who had become a general in the Burning Legion.
"So it turns out it was just a blood relationship that was missing." Rend understood, then changed the subject, saying, "Blackmoore raised a baby of another race, teaching him so much. Isn't that affection even more precious? Surpassing the bond between biological father and son?"
"Blackmoore has ulterior motives; he's not just raising Thrall." Anachronos listened intently; there was movement nearby.
Velen quickly cast a spell, using Holy Light to cover everyone.
Rend, unwilling to admit defeat, continued to argue:
"Even a biological father has his own agenda. He hopes his child will become a chieftain, a general, or an artist. What's wrong with that? My father expected me to inherit the Blackrock Chieftainship. I suffered a lot as a child and almost died several times. My father told me directly: 'The weak must be eliminated, even if it's his son.'"
Anachronos, not wanting to continue the argument, decided to end this pointless topic:
"Because Thrall is the great Savior, even if he killed his biological father, let alone Savior adoptive father, he would still be right, glorious, great, and immortal."
A human voice broke the silence.
"By the Holy Light, what is that? An Orcs infant, and look at his skin, it's greener than the leaves."