The Sands of Time: Fall of the Dragon Aspect (2)

"Bronze Dragonflight, Legion?"

Nozdormu thought to himself, "Has Medivh gone mad? There are only a few Bronze Dragonflight, how dare they call Legion? Even if you include this old man Nozdormu, they're just adding a few more Skeletal Dragons to the Scourge."

Staring at the massive Runeblade Arthas wielded, relentlessly reaping the souls of Orcs on the Battlefield, Nozdormu felt his very soul tremble and hurriedly pleaded:

"Guardian, please have pity on this little dragon, I cannot defeat Arthas."

"What, do the Bronze Dragonflight also want to destroy Azeroth?" Medivh threatened.

Guardian Medivh, was truly anxious; otherwise, he wouldn't have pressured a Dragon King so much. He felt that Nozdormu must have a way, but was simply holding back his strength. After all, he was one of the Dragon Aspects, so how could he not have a few trump cards up his sleeve?

Nozdormu only unleashes his full power when faced with a life-threatening situation.

Unfortunately, the Guardians overestimated the Bronze Dragon Aspect. Nozdormu was at his wits' end, racking his brains, but still couldn't figure out how to save the Orcs. Medivh stared at the impatient old Dragon King, hoping he would come up with a solution soon.

"Etc!"

Nozdormu suddenly understood something.

Orcs are destined to appear in future history and will play an indelible role in the course of Azeroth's history.

Without the Orcs, there would be no Horde, no Scourge, and no decades-long period of darkness, bloodshed, and near-destruction in Azeroth's history.

But the Orcs are about to be wiped out.

What is destined to be destroyed will inevitably reappear in the future; this is a paradox of time.

He had seen this situation before.

This situation has only occurred a handful of times throughout Azeroth's long history.

The Sands of Time, yes, this is the Sands of Time.

Nozdormu's heart pounded; each Sands of Time presented a golden opportunity.

During the first Sands of Time, Nozdormu flew to Highmountain the Broken Isles to challenge Deathwing, the Black Dragon King Aspect. However, he was burned by the Shadowflame and nearly perished in Neltharion's Lair.

During the second Sands of Time, Nozdormu traveled to Ahn'Qiraj to challenge the Old Gods C'Thun. C'Thun shot out an Eye Beam that refracted several times within Nozdormu's body, instantly vaporizing the Dragon King.

During the third Sands of Time, Nozdormu ventured deep into the Maelstrom to challenge the twisted Queen Azshara, only to be blasted to smithereens by the Tidal Power.

Normally, Nozdormu would give some kind of omen each time the Sands of Time arrived.

The Sands of Time arrived so suddenly this time, it must have been due to an unexpected interference. There must have been a special creature that shouldn't have appeared in this time period, disrupting the normal Order of time, which is why the Sands of Time had to be used to repair time.

"I can't miss the Sands of Time. My opponent is..."

Nozdormu glanced furtively at Medivh, having made up his mind.

"My Guardian, I have a good idea for rescuing the Orcs."

Nozdormu stammered, seemingly frightened, his voice growing softer and softer.

Medivh leaned forward to hear what the Bronze Dragon Aspect was saying.

A huge golden dragon head suddenly appeared and bit down on Medivh.

For Dragonkin, their bodies are their most powerful weapons. Nozdormu is a fat, bloated bronze Dragon, but this does not hinder his agile body and incredibly powerful bite. In some situations, a dragon's bite is more effective than its Dragon's Breath.

Nozdormu suddenly reverted to his Dragon form, bit Medivh, chewed him a few times, and then quickly swallowed.

Jaina, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. Had Nozdormu gone mad?

"Time is an illusion, little human girl."

Nozdormu let out a satisfied burp, giving Jaina's curvaceous figure a mischievous look. "In some Timeline, we had an intimate journey, haha, don't be shy, let's begin this relationship right now. Dragon King and a human, destined to be a beautiful story. Come on, lovely human, damn it, Medivh."

Nozdormu felt a series of sharp pains in his stomach. He hurriedly opened his mouth and spat out a black sphere, which stretched out to reveal countless sharp claws.

"This is unbearable, Nozdormu, what kind of rubbish is inside you?" The black sphere cracked open, Medivh emerged unharmed, though his face was full of impatience.

Nozdormu scrutinized his opponent, whose stomach was like a labyrinth, containing countless treasures—fragments of Timeline, dark moments from Azeroth's history, moments of fear and despair at the approach of doom.

I didn't expect Medivh to escape so quickly; he truly deserves to be called the Guardian of Azeroth.

Now that the pretense of civility had been broken, Nozdormu had no intention of explaining anything. He opened his mouth wide and spewed a Dragon's Breath as thick as yellow sand at Medivh. Time, aging— Nozdormu's Dragon's Breath possessed the power to corrupt the world. Medivh nimbly dodged, but the hem of his robe was corrupted by the Dragon's Breath and turned into dust, as if a thousand years had passed.

Medivh frowned slightly; he didn't want to face Nozdormu's Dragon's Breath directly. He formed his hands into a circle, and a purple Arcane appeared in his palms. In the center of the orb was a small dragon model— Nozdormu himself.

"Flip it over." Medivh turned the Arcane orb upside down.

Nozdormu immediately lay on his back with his belly in the air and his wings down, a position that made him very uncomfortable.

Jaina flew away into the distance to avoid being caught in the crossfire of the battle between the Dragon King and the Guardians.

During the flight, she also observed the battle taking place here.

"Demon Puppet!"

Jaina gasped in surprise. This was the Legendary Demons magic. The small dragon in the center of the orb was equivalent to Nozdormu, and any damage dealt to the orb would directly affect Nozdormu.

It is said that this is the unique technique of Archimonde, one of the leaders of the Scourge. Medivh used Arcane energy to cast this spell, which shows that he had a deep understanding of this magic.

"Damn it, you big lizard, I'm going to skin you alive!"

A green demonic claw appeared from within the Arcane orb, viciously grabbing at the dragon model and tearing off a piece of its skin.

Nozdormu let out a tremendous scream as a piece of his dragon skin tore off, and his dragon blood rained down, staining half the sky red.

Suddenly, the Arcane orb in Medivh's hand shattered, Nozdormu's massive body appeared beside him, completely unharmed, with a strange halo emanating from his claws.

Time Reversal, Nozdormu's signature ability, allows him to rewind to a specific point in time and erase all damage taken during that period.

Nozdormu chanted a spell, and a rotating golden Portal appeared in the air.

A gigantic Tauren burst from the Portal, its muscles withered, almost reduced to a skeleton, a summoned undead creature wielding Rune spear, which it slammed down on Medivh.

Medivh remained calm, his Arcane energy shattering the Tauren's bones.

Next appeared an elderly Draenei, emaciated with sunken eyes, exhaling black death energy from his mouth and nose. The Draenei muttered something, and his entire body turned pitch black, with dark energy raining down on Medivh.

Medivh erected an Arcane shield to protect himself, and then the one-eyed High Elf stepped out of the Portal, his body also surrounded by an ominous black aura. He drew his longbow and fired an arrow at Medivh.

"This is interesting; it forces me to take it seriously." Medivh smiled slightly.