Dragon Duel on the Endless Sea temporarily came to an end, and the destined destiny Deathwing took Twilight Dragon Burning Legion and was not willing to fight, and began to escape, heading straight to the north.
Northrend Continent, Wyrmrest Temple are his goals.
There, he will launch the already planned actions under the command of N'Zoth and launch the final Twilight Judgment.
N'Zoth believes that Old Gods in this timeline will definitely help him complete Twilight Judgment. Although he doesn't know if Yogg-Saron has found a way to avoid being swallowed, there is also a Yogg-Saron in this timeline. In front of Twilight Judgment, Old Gods must unite sincerely to create a better cause...
The self in this timeline is even more of the best ally.
So at this time, the disadvantages of information asymmetry were revealed. N'Zoth made a common sense mistake: if the fates were not extremely different, then the timeline would not have been swallowed up and merged.
What will happen to Old Gods in this strange timeline? What kind of special existence is hidden here? N'Zoth did not expect this.
After all, if you ask a lunatic to think things through, that's too much. Not to mention being surrounded by an army as soon as you arrive, you won't have time to calm down, light a cigarette and plan for the future.
The only one who was still furious was of course Lord Wing. He failed to kill his destined other self, which immediately made Lord Wing's madness come to his head.
With his Twilight Dragon brothers, Lord Wing followed closely, roaring away in the direction of the Northrend Continent.
The fierce battle has come to an end for the time being, and all parties around the world... Um... All right... All parties around the world are in the process of flood relief and demolition and reconstruction.
Our territory has at least doubled, and each region has grown to varying degrees. This is a good thing, and everyone likes to see it.
but...
"Are the humans in that timeline all idiots? Look at Stormwind City, look at what it has become now! How did they divide the city?" King Varian rode a war horse, patrolling the city that had become construction sites everywhere.
"Old King and the old commander-in-chief told me that the destined Stormwind City was captured and destroyed during the Orcs war. I think their plan when they rebuilt the city was different from the current plan."
Highlord Bolvar followed Varian and shrugged helplessly.
"Who are those statues? Well...Khadgar? Alleria*Windrunner? Turalyon?"
Hero's Valley, a large group of craftsmen and soldiers surrounded these extra statues, not knowing what to do.
Varian got off his horse and squatted down to read the introduction on the base of the statue.
"Tear it down! Tear it down! Everything is there!"
I looked back, okay... Fortunately, nothing happened to the statue of Titan Sargeras.
Ironforge, there is no big chaos in the city of the dwarfs. After all, the plan of Ironforge has always been the same, without any large-scale changes.
However, because the area has expanded, Three Hammers Council is now making a fuss and trying his best to get more open space for himself.
The Gnomeregan of the gnomes is a bit miserable...
"Assholes! Idiots! The other group of us are all retarded! The leprosy plague hasn't been cleared up yet! Isolate! Isolate and seal off all the extra areas!"
Chief Engineer Mekkatorque jumped up and down, hitting the iron table in front of him hard with the big wrench in his hand.
Theramore and Quel'Thalas.
They were not seriously affected by the disaster, but all their mages were exhausted, having been drained of all their mana by their huge Rune Stone magic defense array.
These Rune Stone were placed in the coastal area, and a huge Arcane Shield firmly protected the land and resisted the tsunami.
As for the several port terminals that were torn to pieces by the tsunami and the ships docked there, there was no choice but to admit defeat.
Horde, Durotar areas.
Orcs looked at the completely submerged Thunder Peak Valley and felt like crying without tears.
Durotar was cut off in the middle by the tsunami. The rushing water moved all the way to the west, and even the Barrens was affected.
"My wild boar! Ahhh! My wild boar! They were all washed away by the tsunami!"
A wild boar farmer who suffered serious losses due to natural disasters spoke to the media with a sad face.
Warlord Saurfang looked embarrassed and pulled Durotan out of the circle of reporters.
"Old Chief, don't be too sad. Horde will replenish all the lost wild boars to you, so you try your best to cheer up the people in front of the media and improve their mood for flood relief."
Horde is currently in the middle of a high-level power succession. Originally, Thrall Great Chief would not abdicate so soon, but the current situation forces him, the appointed Earth-Warder, to take responsibility.
Soon, Thrall will lead an organization composed entirely of Shaman and Druid to the Maelstrom area in the center of the Endless Sea to calm the source of the violent tsunami there.
They are Earthen Ring, with Thrall as the core, and they will do their best to assist Thrall so that he can be recognized by the earth and officially succeed as the guardian.
Tsunamis and various small earthquakes are happening one after another. Although they are not considered major disasters, they still have a lot of impact.
Thrall will take on this important task.
Night Empire has no time to deal with the messy world, because they themselves are not clean at all.
Night Elves and Highborne came to clean up their major cities almost with anger.
In addition, due to regional changes, a large section of Night Great Wall was directly converted into inland buildings, and the elves had to allocate manpower to demolish and rebuild it.
"The stars think they only deserve to eat shit! Yes! That's what I'm going to say!"
The headlines of the empire's major media in recent days have been this sentence of Aethelus, using this short line to express his dissatisfaction with the elves in another timeline.
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Eastern Kingdoms, Duskwood areas.
Medan looked at this familiar cabin, but with some different details.
The retreat is empty. It seems that Merith*Winterstorm on this timeline has other things to do?
Medan stiffened for a moment, turned around slowly, looked at the two people who suddenly appeared behind him, and then his eyes widened.
"Merith! Oh thank God... uh... father?"
Medivh beside Merith was stunned, "I'm warning you, strange outsider, I'm still a golden bachelor now, don't even think about forcefully recognizing me!"
"Show your facial features, stranger. Our timeline, our world, does not welcome outsiders now." Merith stared at Medan who had his head hidden in the hood in front of him, secretly on guard.
Medan nodded and slowly pulled down the hood, revealing his face.
Merith was stunned for a moment, then looked at Medivh, then at Medan, then at Medivh.
"Hey, he is really your son. Look how much his face looks like yours, not bad Medivh... Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Medivh became angry and said, "Fart, it has nothing to do with me! He is another my son! He is him and I am me!"
"My name is Medan, the son of Medivh and Garona. I think we should sit down in a quiet place and let me talk to you more carefully? Is Karazhan still under control? I'm not sure about the historical process of your timeline."
Merith nodded, "Come with us."
Medivh is wandering in the world.
"I...Garona? Am I crazy?"
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