As expected of Elune, she had foreseen everything.
Robbie intercepted the Emissary halfway, resulting in Kites' death at the hands of Garrosh. Robbie was certain that Elune, would revive Kites, but he didn't expect this turn of events.
As expected of a great god, Robbie's little scheme could not possibly escape the notice of a True God.
Remulos, disappointed, consulted with the Emissary, and the two hurriedly headed for the Caverns of Time, with Robbie secretly following behind.
Recreating a King is no easy task; it requires delving into dangerous Timelines and weaving false memories, a feat that can only be accomplished with sophisticated and intricate magic.
Robbie was eager to observe the methods of Elune, as a way of getting a glimpse of the True God's abilities.
At the Caverns of Time, the Sons of Nozdormu, having received the Moon Goddess's command, dared not delay and hastily began their work.
On an Oval Platform, several adult Bronze Dragonflight cast a spell together. The power of time slowly circulated, and golden light converged, opening a huge Portal.
The Emissary and Remulos looked into the Portal and could clearly see the entire landscape of Stormwind City.
Unlike the rebuilt Stormwind City, it is an ancient city full of vicissitudes.
An old Bronze Dragonflight said in a deep voice:
"In this abandoned Timeline, Azeroth did not experience Orcs invasion. Varian was merely the sixth son of King Llane, ineligible to inherit the throne. Due to his brother's ostracism, he became depressed and ill, bedridden, and on the verge of death."
Remulos asked, "Apart from that, what else is different about this Timeline?"
The older Bronze Dragonflight hesitated for a moment before introducing:
"In this Timeline, Prophet Velen of Draenor, was devoured by an Ogre. Yrel's Father became the leader of the Draenei, and with the help of the Holy Light, repelled the Orcs invasion. He then entered Azeroth aboard Draenei ship, destroyed Karazhan, and killed the Guardian and his mother. Azeroth was now safe."
The Emissary, upon hearing this, revealed an expression of envy:
"What an enviable, peaceful and tranquil world!"
Remulos asked curiously:
"If that's the case, why was this Timeline abandoned?"
"The abandonment of the Timeline, or the emergence of a world-ending crisis, or some irresistible force," the elder Bronze Dragonflight said in a low, mysterious voice.
"You've all heard of Meryl Winterstorm, haven't you? That Undead's lived for three thousand years."
The Emissary and Remulos both nodded, looking utterly bewildered.
The elder Bronze Dragonflight looked around to make sure no one was there, and spoke in a voice that only the three of them could hear:
"In this Timeline, Meryl Winterstorm took on a disciple, Abercrombie, a genius who developed a potion that brought his teacher back to life from the Undead."
"What? This is impossible!" The Emissary stared in disbelief, shaking his head repeatedly.
Remulos could hardly believe it. "No, no, this is not a realm that mortals can touch."
The elder Bronze Dragonflight said solemnly:
"That's right, this is magic exclusive to the gods. It touched upon the authority of Elune, so Moon Goddess ordered the abolition of this Timeline. Draenor still exists, but Azeroth is destroyed. In our Timeline, Elune secretly murdered Abercrombie's wife, Eliza, forcing him to become the Stitches, precisely to prevent this from happening."
Both the Emissary and Remulos sighed and expressed their sympathy for Abercrombie.
The three adult Bronze Dragonflight maintained the Portal's operation, and the eldest Bronze Dragonflight led the Emissary and Remulos into the Portal.
Without the supervision of the older Bronze Dragonflight, the three-headed Bronze Dragonflight maintaining the Portal became somewhat lax, squinting its eyes as if lost in thought.
A dark figure stealthily slipped into the Portal.
After a while, the adult Bronze Dragonflight was the first to emerge from the Portal, followed by the Emissary and Remulos, who carried a sickly middle-aged man, none other than King Varian of the Abandoned Timeline.
The three were completely unaware of what had happened. The three Bronze Dragonflight cast a spell to close the Portal, and time flew by Portal. Before long, the entire world turned into countless tiny grains of sand.
The Sands of Time!
After everyone had left, a dark shadow flew onto the Oval Platform and gradually transformed into a human form—an Veteran wearing Stormwind City Uniform.
The Veteran raised his hand, and particles of light, like flour, fell to the ground, leaving two clear rows of footprints on the smooth platform. The Veteran wore a smug expression.
"He must be an important figure in the Scourge. Even if he didn't perish along with the Timeline, and managed to escape to another world, he's destined never to return. Haha, one major threat has been eliminated."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Veteran transformed into a black shadow and silently flew out of the Caverns of Time, disappearing without a trace.
Shortly after the Veteran left, a man with a long beard appeared. He resembled a Night Elf in build, only more robust, and his exposed tattoos were black and white grids. He gazed at the disappearing footprints on the platform and sighed regretfully:
"Oh no, it seems I'm too late. Elune, is truly cunning."
The Long-Bearded Man was none other than the Infinite Dragonlord Murozond. He was calculating with his fingers, but he couldn't find the lost Timeline, and his face was filled with sorrow.
"You have so little faith in me?"
Robbie appeared beside Murozond, looking directly at the Dragon King.
Murozond was both surprised and delighted, and asked, "How did you see through Elune's scheme?"
Elune's trick was indeed insidious; even the elderly Bronze Dragonflight, the Emissary, and Remulos were deceived. They would never have imagined that it was a lie by Elune.
Robbie raised an eyebrow and said casually:
"It's nothing. The Scourge has invested countless resources in turning the Undead into the dead, yet we still have no clue what to do. I understand the difficulty. How could the efforts of Abercrombie alone surpass the wisdom of tens of thousands of mages in the Scourge?"
The advancement of magic and technology are similar; both require drawing upon the successful experiences of predecessors and countless small breakthroughs to ultimately lead to major discoveries.
No one can achieve success overnight.
Of course, not everyone possesses this quality. Just as no one believes that the ancients could build fighter jets, some people do believe that the ancients concocted the elixir of immortality.
Murozond breathed a sigh of relief, "Luckily you saw through Elune's plot, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable!"
Robbie asked curiously, "What kind of person is this Veteran?"
Murozond shook his head and said:
"Time in Azeroth is a network structure, with each historical event acting as a node on the network. Different outcomes lead history to different Timelines. This Veteran is not on any Timeline; I know nothing of his past, nor do I know his future."
A mysterious and unpredictable being, clearly aligned with the Elune.
Robbie stopped dwelling on his Veteran status. His numerous plans against Elune, all failed, causing Robbie to lose confidence.
Murozond said seriously, "Your plan isn't wrong, but you've chosen the wrong person."