Time Lord

Windrunner Tower

Since the start of the Second War, the reconstruction here has progressed remarkably well. As the current leader of the Windrunner family, Alleria quickly gained the support of her family members. As the Ranger-General of Silvermoon City, she had to fulfill her duties while also keeping a close eye on the family's future. Surprisingly, Alleria seemed to have managed both aspects exceptionally well; the prosperity of Windrunner Tower exceeded everyone's expectations.

"You are a truly visionary lady, Alleria. Your father made the wisest choice in appointing you as Ranger-General." Kael'thas Sunstrider, Prince Quel'Thalas, was now representing King Anasterian on a tour of the kingdom.

Upon hearing Prince's words, Alleria simply smiled. "The Windrunner family never disappoints the Silvermoon Council, Prince Highness. Everything we do is for Quel'Thalas."

Kael'thas remained silent for several seconds after hearing this, before finally saying, "Is that really so, Alleria?"

"You seem to disagree with what I said, Prince Highness."

The Elf Prince stopped in his tracks. At that moment, Alleria, who had been leading the way, turned around and found Kael'thas looking at her with a strange expression.

"I've heard that you have a special relationship with a human named Nathanos, madam."

Alleria narrowed her eyes and replied, "It seems Prince Highness is well-informed. Yes, that is true, but I don't think it's enough to affect my loyalty to Quel'Thalas, and besides, it's my private matter."

"I understand," Kael'thas said, his suspicion undiminished. He wasn't worried about Alleria's loyalty, but he wanted to say something else. "However, I've also heard that you want to promote your consort to Ranger-Lord?"

The Female Elf frowned, but she didn't panic. Instead, she told the truth, "Yes, I invited him before, but he refused."

"Whatever the outcome, Alleria, I don't think you should do this. Nathanos is a human. If you want to recruit him to work for you, you can do it in other ways, but you shouldn't give him Quel'Thalas's position."

"I have my own thoughts, Prince Highness. Please say no more."

Kael'thas sighed and said nothing more, knowing in his heart that Alleria had rejected his suggestion.

For millennia, the High Elf have isolated themselves from the outside world. Alleria was arguably the first elf to acknowledge this Elf. She was also the first Elf to join the Alliance and to believe that the Quel'dorei could coexist with other races of the world.

In the heart of an endless, swirling desert, Krasus saw nothing but ruins, broken statues, and colossal skeletons protruding from beneath the sand. These relics resembled a great civilization, yet they were completely disconnected. To the left of the Red Dragon mage stood a collapsed tower in the Dwarf style. A short distance to his right, a magical spire reminded him of Dalaran. Finally, there was a more savage cluster of buildings, a tattered red banner with totem markings planted beneath it—the banner of the Horde.

This phenomenon was completely detached from reality. Krasus knew in his heart that neither humans nor Dwarf, let alone Horde, had ever set foot on this land. These things were collectibles that someone had brought from another realm, and that was the person Krasus was looking for.

Finally, Krasus arrived at the foot of a stone statue.

"Nozdormu, mighty Time Lord! I request to speak with you once again."

The Red Dragon mage spoke, yet his hand began to gather a powerful arcane orb, preparing to destroy the statue. His words were barely out when a strong gust of wind blew in, the dust obscuring his vision, and the mage ceased casting. The wind howled, but Krasus remained standing, enduring the fierce impact.

Finally, the relentless sandstorm ended, and a cloud of dust rose from the ground, gradually coalescing into a form—a colossal dragon, as tall as Alexstrasza, Queen of Krasus. Its golden scales shimmered in the sunlight, but the dragon's eyes were even more dazzling; Krasus could see his own reflection in them.

"Calygros, what a rare guest!" the golden behemoth said in a familiar yet disdainful tone.

"Call me Krasus, Time Lord."

"I don't think you came here to waste my time and disturb my peace just to tell me your mortal name." Nozdormu's amber eyes blazed with fury.

"I've come with a warning: Deathwing has returned, and he's hiding among the mortal realms," Krasus said succinctly. But Nozdormu's reaction shocked him.

"About... this matter?"

You know?

"A question that's not even worth answering. Now, if you have nothing else to say, leave." Nozdormu raised his head, a gesture that indicated he was about to cast a spell to leave.

Krasus suddenly felt indignant. The most mysterious of the five Dragon Guardians, a dragon capable of traversing time, seemed utterly indifferent to their enemy.

"Are you just going to let your offspring collect these outdated things and then drown themselves in the past?"

Nozdormu wasn't angered by his words; he lowered his head once more. "No matter who it is, everything will eventually perish at the end of time, even him."

"But before that, Deathwing will destroy everything, all living things."

"Would you trade all living beings for your queen?"

"What?" Krasus took a step back in surprise, and for a moment he became somewhat timid.

The Bronze Dragon Aspect sneered, "How could I not know your selfish motives, you insignificant Calygros! You didn't come here for everyone's sake, you only came for that pitiful Alexstrasza."

"Yes!" Krasus admitted, clenching his fist. "But can you just ignore this? Have you forgotten the mission the Titans gave you?"

"You should ask Neltharion!" Nozdormu slammed his forelegs onto the sand. A strong wind arose, swirling around Krasus, forcing the Red Dragon mage to retreat.

"Enough, I've heard enough. Leave now and never come back."

"I never expected the Time Lord to be so cowardly."

"I can no longer... I can no longer see my destiny."

Nozdormu's last words echoed in Krasus's ears. When the storm subsided and he opened his eyes again, there was nothing before him. Nozdormu, along with the statue, had vanished.

"Damn it," Krasus cursed. Nozdormu represented time and endless eternity, wielding immense power. He could have been a formidable ally. But now that Nozdormu had rejected him, his hopes of defeating Deathwing were greatly diminished. He could only hope that his kinsman Christalyssa could find the Dream Queen Ysera. But how could that be possible? Krasus suddenly felt a sense of despair.

The guardian of dreams is the most difficult to find. Legend has it that she does not live in the real world; for her, dreams are reality.