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Rex listened quietly, watching the bronze dragon deliver his speech.
Darius, Tirion Fordring, and the others did not rashly interrupt. They all listened quietly to the bronze dragon.
Time ticked by, and only one voice sounded in the Royal Palace Hall.
Rex was deeply shaken as he listened to the bronze dragon. He could hardly believe some of what he heard.
The changes he had brought to Azeroth had already affected even the Bronze Dragonflight. This time, the bronze dragon had not come to make trouble for Rex. Quite the opposite: the flight had come to seek assistance.
Nozdormu, the Bronze Dragon Aspect, should have vanished after blessing the World Tree following the War of the Ancients, his whereabouts remaining a mystery ever since. Yet the bronze dragon's account was different. Nozdormu had indeed disappeared in ancient times, but he had reappeared years ago.
He had reappeared in the very year Rex first arrived in this world: year fifteen after the opening of the Dark Portal. Rex did not know whether this was a coincidence or another consequence of his influence on Azeroth.
As for why the Bronze Dragonflight was now seeking help from the Kingdom of Gilneas, the reason was simple. They needed the kingdom's strength to stabilize the disrupted timeline, correct its course, and restore past history to its original state.
As Rex watched the bronze dragon's gnome avatar leave the Royal Palace Hall, a storm of emotions surged within him.
In the War of the Ancients that should have taken place, Nozdormu had sent several people into the past. Among them were Rhonin and