The Fall of the Sands of Time Dragon King (1)

"You filthy beast, tell me where Thrall is?"

Arthas seized an Orcs general and interrogated him fiercely. The Orcs general, though terrified, shook his head repeatedly, saying he didn't know.

Frostmourne severed the Orcs's head, and Arthas continued his rampage, searching for Thrall's trail.

"Thrall, come out, you coward! Let's settle this once and for all, and Justice will prevail!" Arthas's roar echoed across the Battlefield.

Because the Orcs Legions lacked commanders, the battle ended even faster than expected.

The ground was littered with the remains of Orcs.

The Ghouls tore at the Orcs's corpse, fighting over its flesh and blood.

The towering Abomination gripped the Butcher's cleaver, cleaving an Orcs in two at the waist, and rampaged through the Orcs ranks.

The Gargoyle grabbed the Orcs, carried him high into the air, and then threw him down, watching as the Orcs smashed into a bloody pulp with a piercing scream.

Meat Wagons rolled onto the Battlefield, collecting Orcs skeletons. Undead used magic to process these skeletons and repair the Scourge soldiers.

The Orcs were routed and had lost the ability to resist. The Scourge Undead tightened its formation and relentlessly surrounded and killed the remaining Orcs.

The once Invincible Orcs were no match for the Scourge Undead. Countless Orcs laid down their weapons, knelt on the ground, and begged for mercy, just as they had done when they were defeated in the Second War.

Unfortunately, this is not Lordaeron. The Orcs' opponent is not the foolish and hypocritical Uther, or the hesitant King Terenas, but the unwavering Arthas.

This is a racial war, not an ordinary conflict. The Scourge takes no prisoners and kills them all.

The Scourge was on the verge of victory, but Arthas was far from happy.

Not only Thrall was missing, but all the heroes of the Orcs Legion, such as Grom Hellscream, Saurfang the Great, and Strategist Eitrigg, had also vanished without a trace.

Silvermoon City is the realm of the Elves, Arthas doesn't have many Restless Souls he can control, so he can't use the Restless Souls to find Thrall.

"Are we just going to let Thrall escape like this?"

Arthas was somewhat disappointed; his biggest worry was Jaina's teleportation spell.

High in the sky, in a safe zone above the clouds, Medivh concealed himself, watching the Scourge's battle below, witnessing the Orcs' annihilation with his own eyes, his teeth clenched in hatred, yet utterly powerless to do anything.

Behind Medivh was Jaina. Witnessing the destruction of the Orcs Legion, the wise Jaina would not flee with the Warchief Thrall; she chose to watch from the sidelines with the Guardians.

Time waits for no one.

Portal lit up behind the Guardian.

Nozdormu, Bronze Dragon Aspect in human form, stepped out of the Portal with a fawning expression. He had a handsome five-strand beard and should have been a dignified figure. Unfortunately, his eyes were too narrow, his cheeks were thin like cones, and his long eyebrows slanted upwards, making his whole face look somewhat comical.

"Great Guardian, I, the little dragon, answer your call. What can I do for you? It would be an immense honor to assist Guardian. From the distant Timeline, I have sensed your immense power."

Nozdormu's obsequious flattery disgusted Jaina, and she also felt threatened. She never expected that the Bronze Dragon Aspect, who controlled the Timeline of Azeroth, would be this kind of person.

Medivh, his face filled with anxiety, pointed at the Orcs below who were about to be slaughtered. "Nozdormu, tell me, what's going on? Didn't you tell me that the Orcs would save Azeroth in the future?"

Nozdormu's blue eyes gazed in the direction of Silvermoon City.

God knows how the Orcs saved Azeroth; that was just flattery.

Medivh likes Orcs, what can Nozdormu say? Would he say these beasts will bring destruction to Azeroth? Offending the Guardians is unwise; praising Orcs is tantamount to flattering Medivh.

"That's impossible."

Witnessing the battle at Silvermoon City, Nozdormu was stunned and completely enraged, his beard bristling.

"No! No, this shouldn't be happening. The Orcs Legion shouldn't have suffered such heavy losses."

Medivh gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage, and said, "Nozdormu, I know you are powerless against time. I don't ask for your help, just tell me the truth, the future the Orcs deserve."

"I can't say!" Nozdormu said with a pained expression, looking troubled. "Guardian, you know that time is not linear, but a network structure, with everything interconnected. If I tell you about the future, I might affect the future. When there are too many prophecies, the future becomes increasingly vague and unpredictable."

"Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't force you, but the Orcs are on the verge of extinction, which is clearly not right." Medivh roared, "I am Astromancer, Mastery in Prophecy, and I have explored fragments of the future. This shouldn't be the Orcs' fate. Tell me, is my prophecy wrong, or are you hiding something from me?"

"I'm innocent!"

Nozdormu immediately begged for mercy, almost kneeling down to plead.

Medivh grew increasingly enraged, his hair and beard bristling, his eyes blazing with fire, like Demons, Arcane and Fel energy brewing within him.

"Wait, no!"

Nozdormu was terrified; finally, his fear of Medivh won out.

"Since the Guardian has made a request, I, the little dragon, will speak of some of the future I have glimpsed. In the infinite Timeline, I witnessed the Orcs build a vast city. They enslaved the vicious and cruel Tauren, drinking milk and eating beef every day. Trolls were the best Chefs, Blood Elves and Goblins were the seasonings, and they occasionally ate Pandaren hotpot and nourished themselves with giant turtle soup. Even their bones were not wasted, being resurrected Forsaken soldiers."

"I saw a giant descend from the sky. He was a reliable ally of the Orcs. On Mount Hyjal, the giant Orcs burned down the World Tree, which Corruption by the Old Gods, and together they defeated the Night Elves who were trying to destroy the world. These Elves had long been seduced by the Old Gods and fallen into darkness, attempting to destroy Azeroth."

"The great Savior Thrall slew the Evil Demigod Cenarius, and stewed the wicked Malfurion and Tyrande into a cauldron. With the help of the giants, the Orcs swept away the Kingdom of Stormwind, which sought to destroy the world, eliminated the Dwarves and Gnomes who wanted to destroy the world, and eradicated the Worgen who wanted to destroy the world."

"Afterwards, the Tauren, Trolls, Goblins, Blood Elves, Forsaken, Pandaren betrayed the Orcs one after another, plotting to destroy the world, but were also wiped out by the Orcs. The Murlocs Azeroth, Naga, Elemental, Gnolls, Furbolg, Kobolds, and even tigers, lions, elephants, Ooze, groundhogs, turkeys, crickets, ants, and so on, all joined the ranks of those trying to destroy the world. Fortunately, the great Orcs saved Azeroth time and time again. The Orcs' final opponent is the source of all evil, Elune. This is the future of the Orcs saving the Azeroth Continent."

Jaina was confused. Why did all the races of Azeroth want to destroy the world?

Even groundhogs, turkeys, crickets, and ants want to destroy Azeroth. What's wrong with this world?

Nozdormu was so frightened his heart almost stopped.

He was able to travel through the Timeline of Azeroth, and he saw countless fragments of the future, but he couldn't distinguish which would become the true main timeline and which were just unimportant subplots.

In order to please the Guardian, he had to piece together and manipulate the fragments he saw, mixing in his own lies.

Fortunately, Medivh was satisfied with the result.

"Nozdormu, you're good. The Bronze Dragonflight should make its move."