Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu appeared from Time Vortex, his hourglass eyes narrowed slightly. "Interesting. Mortals use alchemy products to rewrite their destiny." He suddenly looked at Chromie in the corner, "I remember you were active at Eastern Kingdoms recently?"
On the beach of Cave of Time, Chromie was taking a nap holding a bucket of Mead. Suddenly, the parasol above her head was pulled away by an invisible force.
"Did anything happen to Timeline during my absence, little one?" Nozdormu's voice came from all directions.
Chromie jumped up in excitement, Mead sprinkled all over the floor. "Old boss! You are back!"
Time Dragon King's figure loomed in the sun. "Dalaran's explosion, do you have anything to report?"
Chromie's eyes rolled around twice. "Ah! It must be those damn goblins!" She waved her little fist in anger, "I have warned Kirin Tor a long time ago that something will happen if you buy Nitroglycerin made by goblins!"
"Really?" Nozdormu looked at her with a half-smile, "But I heard that there was a witness report from Black Dragon before the explosion."
"Illusions! They are all illusions!" Chromie wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "How could Black Dragon appear in an insignificant place, let alone help Dalaran's group of children who shouted Arcane?" The hands behind his back turned over, Nozdormu couldn't see the angle, and Lucky Gold Coin rolled quietly in the palm of his hand.
Nozdormu suddenly laughed, and the laughter made the sand on the entire beach begin to flow backwards. "Very good, then continue to monitor and don't let the goblins destroy more Timeline." His figure gradually disappeared, and words came from the air, "Remember to wash your hands clean next time, and you will be eating dried fish again."
Chromie collapsed on the beach, took out Hourglass Staff and took a look. "Deren, you bastard. You need to pay more."
Off the distant Northrend, the terrifying Undead Bone Ship is sailing, and the coastline of Northrend is looming. The ship is filled with elite Death Knight, huge Abomination, and terrifying Undead mages. They are huddled together quietly. There is no noise, no quarrel.
Arthas stood on the upper deck, watching his army retreat from Eastern Kingdoms. After gathering, the most powerful Undead units were selected and shipped back to Northrend. The remaining skeleton cannon fodder was used to delay Alliance's attack.
A Undead mage dressed in High Elf's clothes came forward and reported to Arthas, "Communication Crystal reported that the human eyeliner received information about the location of Lord Kel'Thuzad at that time. A bomb launched by Dalaran happened to escape the magic interception and was hit, detonating the rune array and finally destroying the summoning ceremony. Because when the explosion occurred, everyone at the scene was blown to pieces. This should be the most real reason. Now Dalaran is holding a celebration of unprecedented scale."
Arthas held Frostmourne tightly with his fingers and was speechless. This was a goddamn thing, how could it be such a coincidence. He signaled Master High Elf Undead to retreat. He said to himself in a low voice, "Damn it Dalaran, when I gather my strength, I will take revenge today."
In a secret rift in the depths of endless time and space, Nozdormu appeared as Bronze Dragon, sparking countless shining Hourglass of Time. Every grain of sand jumped between his bronze scales, reflecting the possibilities of thousands of worlds.
At this time, the phantom of a gold coin was standing in front of him. Although it was tiny, it attracted Nozdormu's full attention. His two front paws were surrounding the phantom and casting spells with all his strength, trying to peek into the secret of the gold coin.
"Interesting! Interesting! So interesting!" A humanized expression appeared on Nozdormu's dragon face, a mood of joy and relaxation. "They called you Azeroth, right?" Bronze Dragon King said softly.
The gold coin shadow seemed to hear Bronze Dragon King's words, and it gently shook up and down, as if it was nodding.
Nozdormu held his chin with his dragon claw and thought for a while, as if he was thinking about how to communicate with the gold coin. Then he pulled out one grain from the thousands of sand grains, placed it in front of the gold coin, and asked tentatively, "Timeline, the path developed by the special person, is your latest attempt?"
Jin Coin nodded again.
Nozdormu used Time Power to carefully observe the Timeline of the special person, frowning from time to time, and then relaxing. After a long time, he said to the gold coin, "This is a peaceful Timeline. There are no disasters, wars, invasions, or even the intervention of Creators. Is it the kind you are satisfied with?"
Jin Coin continued to nod.
Bronze Dragon King fell into thinking and said uncertainly, "But too much peace also means weakening of power. Some Timeline must be corrected, otherwise Creators will not be unaware of your existence."
The gold coin is motionless and has no expression.
Nozdormu projects the sand grains of time that represent special beings. Mount Hyjal's world tree is as quiet as a sky. Kalimdor's Night Elf hymn every night is peacefully the same as it has been for the past ten thousand years. In the shadow of Underground Prison, a blind man is bored and playing with bugs.
In Ashenvale, Gorehowl are cutting down trees, and Hell scream is happy that the task has been exceeded today.
In a more distant projection, the port of Theramore is crowded with merchant ships from all over the world, and Mage Tower of Jaina bursts into an astonishing Arcane Energy.
On the Nagrand grassland of Outland, young Garrosh·Hell scream is grazing Kodo leisurely, without the paranoid anger of later generations in his eyes.
And at the end of time, Peace makes Nozdormu doubt the truth - there is no eternal shadow!
Nozdormu sighed and said, "Although it is a beautiful Timeline, even I can see at a glance that there must be some external force involved. Not to mention our Creators, the power of time is even greater than mine."
The gold coin trembled slightly.
Bronze Dragon King patted the faucet. "Theramore is the target of their focus, and that Chosen Maiden must go through the crisis that it should have. So Timeline must be corrected, maybe this will not trigger greater interference."
The gold coin stood still for a moment, then nodded.
Nozdormu waved its dragon claw and began to cast a spell. An invisible force vibrated the Timeline where the special person was. The smallest change began with Twisting Nether. A random Teleportation Array column suddenly appeared at the feet of a Abyssal Lord. Before it could react, it disappeared into Twisting Nether.
Ashenvale, Warsong Orc's camp, Grom who had been cutting down trees for a day. Hell scream was carrying Gorehowl with his hands He was about to finish his day's work and prepare to take a good rest. Suddenly, a green light flashed through the teleportation, and a huge Abyssal Lord appeared in front of his eyes. When they met, they were stunned at the same time. Destiny seemed to have returned at a certain moment.
On the white beach of Emerald Forest, the human figure of Onyxia is drinking leisurely with a wine glass, and flipping the lobster on the barbecue grill with its tail on the other side. Chromie, in the figure of Gnome, is holding a wine barrel taller than herself and drinking heavily.
"Now Aspect Dragons all think it's the goblins' fault?" Onyxia took a sip of wine and exhaled, "I like this ending!"
Chromie smiled slyly upon hearing this, "I used Azeroth's gold coins to trick the boss away again. Anyway, the goblin takes the blame every time."
Jaina was wearing a hollow swimsuit and was applying the last sauce on the lobster. "I heard that the Dalaran mages themselves felt that they defeated Arthas by mistake." She grinned, "The most perfect secret operation in history."
"The devil and Undead will only believe that Dalaran did it." Deren was smiling and lying on the beach sunbathing in a pair of swimming trunks.
"No one knows the truth." Jaina said softly, "History will only record 'Dalaran defenders heroically defeated Scourge'."
"Isn't this the best result?" Deren took a golden and oily roasted lobster from her, "Leave the heroes to them, and leave the barbecue to us."
Onyxia spat out a wisp of sparks to light the bonfire, and the aroma of grilled seafood and cheerful noises wafted on the beach under the sun. On the farther continent, the war continued, but at this moment, this beach became the most Tranquility corner of Azeroth.
The second update, please vote and subscribe. Timeline is really a technical job. If Meng De comes to Kalimdor, he will die if he shouts daddy. Little Hellscream will not come. Azeroth, just There are not a lot of nonsense behind. Jaina is the tool person who is focused on by the above, and Nozdormu can only open the back door to cheat. Otherwise, the picture book authors may be dissatisfied that their works have been changed into something unsightly, and they will end up.