Nozdormu arrived quickly, and he made quite a show of his entrance.
A cloud of golden sand drifted through a vent in the cave ceiling and settled in the center of the hall on Grim Batol's lowest level.
The golden sand quickly transformed into a fierce-looking male High Elf.
He wore his hair in a high ponytail, went bare-chested, had numerous dragon tattoos across his body, and sported a thick beard.
He was unmistakably a High Elf version of Lord Guan!
His personality, however, was not the least bit bold or heroic. In fact, he was rather sneaky.
This fellow had most likely been hiding nearby, watching events unfold.
Only after weighing the pros and cons had he reluctantly appeared at the gathering.
At that moment, Nozdormu truly felt helpless.
The Bronze Dragons had their pride, too.
What if that fellow who knew the secrets of the timelines said anything more?
The Bronze Dragonflight would truly be disgraced!
Seeing Nozdormu appear, Malygos stopped questioning Soridormi and angrily turned on him instead.
Nozdormu did not deny everything, but neither did he admit everything.
He had indeed discovered that the Black Dragon Aspect harbored ulterior motives, so he had held back some of his power to watch how things developed.
But he had never imagined that victory would come at such a terrible price!
Although his explanation was strained, the Aspect of the Blue still let Nozdormu off.
Even Herad suspected that the Bronze Dragons were not as all-knowing as they were in the game.
The Bronze Dragons might know the course of the timelines.
But they could not clearly discern the exact circumstances or precisely how many people would die.
That would explain why the Bronze Dragons still considered things normal even though the Allied Forces had beaten the Horde into