My Frostmourne can't be so cute

The Burning Legion—the evil existence that the guardian dragons don’t want to mention—has been coveting the unique powers of the Azeroth world for many years; Nozdormu has been doing the same while maintaining the stability of the timeline. Fighting evil, Brocks is a weapon Nozdormu uses to fight the Burning Legion.

Brocks is dead-the entire timeline will change-now, who can go back to that moment and complete that earth-shattering blow?--Ok?Wait... After the initial anger, Nozdormu's thoughts calmed a little bit—Brocks died here, but why didn't the timeline change?

If there is no Brocks, there is no current timeline; if there is no current timeline, there is no Brocks who will be sent by Nozdormu to perform the task many years later.These associations sound very awkward, but they are in fact the same. Only one link of these intricate associations is out of order, and then the other related timelines cannot be maintained, which will eventually lead to the diversion and annihilation of these timelines.

However, the Lord of Time clearly felt that the timeline he was in had not changed in any way.This confused Nozdormu.

The Lord of Time sensed that there was a huge conspiracy behind the whole thing, so Nozdormu didn't pay attention to his people, but turned into a dust of time and disappeared into the cave.

next moment.Nozdormu's figure has appeared above the river of time, transformed into a human form of the Lord of Time, gently stroking the "Hourglass of Time" on his right shoulder, closing his eyes, and carefully feeling the surrounding area. Time flows.

quickly.Nozdormu found the problem-the time stream he was responsible for did not annihilate because of the death of Brocks, but several important time nodes after this have been filled with blue and white. The mist.

These fogs are like chains, so Nozdormu can't see what is happening at these time nodes; how could this be?——The Lord of Time was surprised and terrified——This time the intruder was actually on par with himself in the ability to control time?

how can that be?——Nozdormu himself finds it incredible——His ability is personally bestowed by the leader of the Pantheon and the Supreme Father Amanthir. Lord Amanthor will definitely not do such a thing, then... who else Is it possible to lock these time nodes without being aware of it?Could it be... the Burning Legion?

As one of the five great guardian dragons, Nozdormu knows that there is an unclear connection between the Burning Legion and the Pantheon, and there is a similar strength between the two-at least from the perspective of the leader.

It must have been the Burning Legion that got involved in the timeline of Azeroth—Nozdormu made a judgment—and everyone must be summoned immediately.Discuss countermeasures.

All the people Nozdormu was referring to were not others, but Nozdormu himself—sounds awkward, but Nozdormu was indeed more than one.

The river of time is too huge, and the time nodes are even more numerous; in order to better control these timelines, Nozdormu will be incarnate when he gets this power, and he will supervise the period of time he is responsible for. axis.

These "Nozdoms" often meet with each other in the face of major issues that cannot be resolved alone to discuss countermeasures together.This is exactly what Nozdormu is doing now.

"My brother, if I were you, I wouldn't do this." Just as Nozdormu was about to contact himself in other timelines, a familiar voice rang.

"Who is it!" Nozdormu suddenly turned around.I saw a more familiar figure-half-naked/naked upper body, rune patterns all over the skin; long armor covering the entire arm, and the whole lower half/body armor...

"Who are you, why...why..." Nozdormu never thought that he would be speechless one day, but what happened before him was indeed...

"I am you, and you are me. My brother, we have everything the same, don't we?" The unexpected guest who appeared suddenly replied with a smile.

Nozdormu nodded subconsciously-the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared behind him was almost exactly the same appearance, except that the man's "time hourglass" was placed on his left shoulder, and a strange blue was revealed all over his body. White and white colors—if it weren’t for different colors, Nozdormu even had a feeling of looking in a mirror.

"It's you? You closed these time points? What the hell are you? Why do you want to be like me!" The Lord of Time roared, and the fine sand in the hourglass on his right shoulder began to spin. This was preparation for battle.

"Me? Don't be so nervous, my brother. Even though I am you, there are still some differences between us. My name is Mnozdor, and you guessed it, I closed these nodes. I know you feel right now. Very angry, my brother, but I still hope you can give me some time and let me explain what terrible things are happening around us, okay?" This uninvited guest named "Mnozdor" It seems very kind.

"Do I have a choice?" Nozdormu's face showed a bitterness-just when he was about to launch an attack, the Lord of Time found that he could no longer move-two blue and white chains He pinned his feet, and light blue particles began to appear in the fine sand in the hourglass on his shoulders.

Who is the master of time?——Nozdormu somewhat began to doubt his own power——In the river of time, the Lord of Time actually fell in the middle of the battle. Will there be a dragon letter when you say this?

Mnozdor was still smiling, and it seemed that everything that happened to Nozdormu had nothing to do with him—the low, magnetic voice, as expected, seemed to be telling an interesting story: "My Brother, this terrible thing I'm talking about is called'the last moment'..." (To be continued.)

Chapter 391 The Departure of Tyrone Blood Demon

"His Royal Highness Prince Arthas, Sir Lothar and Uther's army seems to have stopped." Mograine stood on the edge of the Red Dragon Queen's back, looking at the human army on the ground.

"It's okay, don't worry about them... hurry up, your queen, why are you slower than the group of orcs?" Arthas didn't want to bother with such trivial matters. He urged the red dragon queen to dive and breathe dragons again and again. Dispel the tendency of the orcs to gather together, and drive them to continue running toward the sea.

"You are too much! Since I left Grim Batol, I have not eaten anything. It is a miracle that I can still fly in the sky!" The Red Dragon Queen retorted loudly-what does this human little devil know Ah, it takes a lot of energy to breathe flames!

"Okay, okay, when this war is over, I promise you can have a good time!" Arthas knew that this mentally ill queen could not be pressed, although she was very tolerant in terms of not involving chastity/virginity/ , But in case she irritated her, she quit now, but the Alliance side was at a loss, after all, the orcs still had considerable power.

"Really? Then I want to eat..." While the Red Dragon Queen was chattering endlessly on various foods, she had driven the orcs close to the southernmost sea area of ​​Arathi Highlands-all over the underwater reefs. Fadier Bay.

Thanks to the Holy Light, it's finally over—Alsace had to grasp Frostmourne’s little hand tightly, and sighed in his heart—it was terrible, he was just a psychiatric queen, how could he know So many foods that humans are used to cooking?Shouldn't dragons be eaten raw?

However, standing on the back of the Red Dragon Queen chasing the enemy, watching them rush like a frightened herd, Arthas couldn't help but remember that when he was in Northrend, he also rode on Sindragosa. , Did something similar; of course, at that time, Frostmourne was not a pretty girl, but a talking, cold magic sword.

Sindragosa... Arthas held Frostmourne's soft, cold hands tightly.Feeling a little nostalgia-where are you now?

The orcs were messing around on the seashore-Kilrogg abandoned his people long ago and fled the battlefield first; Orgrim turned back to the human pursuers and launched a charge, leaving the orcs group; No other clans have chiefs here, those important figures who act as chiefs.There is not enough courage to integrate the orcs, whether it is to escape or counterattack, there is at least one definite direction.

The swimming orcs plunged into the sea without hesitation and swam towards the faintly visible opposite shore in the wind and waves; the narrow sea is the narrowest place in the entire endless sea, where the continent of Azeroth is divided into two.The turbulent ocean current swept away many orcs who didn't know the heights of the sky.

Boiling roars and roars rang all over the sea. No one would believe that not long ago, these orcs arrogantly passed through the strait through the Frost Road, but now they stepped on each other in embarrassment and drowned. In the sea of ​​unknown depth.

Speaking of the Frost Road, where did Tyrone Gorefiend and the death knights he led?

On the sea not far from the shore, a group of shadows dressed in dark red or black plate armor and cloaks gathered together.Watching the chaotic orc army on the shore-it was Tyrone Gorefiend and his death knights.

"Blood Demon, what should we do?" A subordinate approached Tyrone and asked in a low voice-although the body is the body of the knights of Stormwind, the souls of these death knights are the souls of orcs, to be precise. The soul of the Shadow Council.

These death knights were evil orc warlocks before they were alive. They would not feel half sympathy or sadness for the imminent death of their tribesmen. The power of evil had corroded their hearts long ago. They were pure when they were shamans. , A mind that yearns for nature.

However, the reason why these death knights stay here is because they have a spell that can save the orc army—"Road of Frost."Under their feet.A piece of white/flower/flower, with a faint light blue ice cube exuding icy chill on the water, relying on this spell, they can walk freely on the water.

Tyrone Gorefiend is an evil warlock, but he is also an orc; just as he said.Letting the tribe win is the result he really wants.

Tyrone Gorefiend and his death knights finally joined the battle. Although the dwarf griffon knights posed a certain threat to them, the death knights had an absolute advantage in the local battlefield.

Just when Tyrone Gorefiend planned to launch the final attack on the dwarf gryphon riders, the dragon appeared, and then the battle situation was reversed. At this time Tyrone Gorefiend had not given up, but when he saw Ji Errogg ran away.When Orgrim left his podium, Tyrone Gorefiend also gave up his last efforts and joined the fleeing orc army.

The abundance of stamina made these death knights reach the sea first, and then they came to the sea; the reason why they stopped here and did not immediately return to Palatine Bay was because Tyrone? Gorefiend wanted to do something for the tribe.

"Give up... Go back." After hesitating, Tyrone Gorefiend gave up his compatriots; he hesitated several times before and wanted to build the Frost Road for his compatriots according to Orgrim's previous plan, but he was rational. Stopped him.

The Frost Road was not as strong as imagined. It could not even bear to remind the bigger ogres, so only the smaller ogres participated in this battle, and the larger ones remained in the Palatine Bay.

At the same time, when the orc army passes through the Frost Road, it must walk carefully to stabilize the icy road; a swarm of bees like this will rush up, and the Frost Road will surely collapse within a few minutes.

Because the order of the orcs has not been stable, Tyrone Gorefiend has also been hesitating; it was not until he saw the giant dragon in the sky that he finally decided to give up these compatriots.

Before leaving, Tyrone Gorefiend looked back at the orcs in the chaos.There are blood feuds between these death knights and Orgrim. If Orgrim hadn't killed them, they wouldn't have become such half-dead creatures.

But Tyrone Gorefiend has been coordinating the relationship between the death knights and Orgrim, because in his opinion, the orcs can achieve more victories under Orgrim's leadership.(To be continued.)

Chapter 392 My saliva is like a flash flood

In fact, it is exactly the same. The Destroyer Blackham and Gul'dan ambitiously brought the first group of orc expeditions to Azeroth, but they were hit by the Iron Horse Brotherhood led by Anduin Lothar. Swamp of Sorrows was wiped out.

After Orgrim took over the command of the orcs, the orcs made their way forward. Although there were some setbacks in Ironforge and Dun Modr fortress, Orgrim's series of surprising winning plans made Tyrone Gorefiend sincerely admire.

But now, it turns out that Orgrim's path is not working-without the support of the remaining orcs in the world of Draenor, without the spells of the warlocks, the orcs can only get the ending like today.

"Goodbye, Orgrim." Tyrone Gorefiend said softly-the Horde suffered heavy losses in this battle, but it is not without the chance to turn over; although it is not known whether Orgrim can get out of this chaos Can he survive, but Tyrone? Gorefiend knows that he must inform Gul'dan. At the time when Orgrim is doomed, perhaps only Gul'dan can lead the tribe to rise again.

"Holy light is on, this is really...spectacular!" Prince Danas expressed his emotion; from the back of the Red Dragon Queen, the orcs were like onions and potatoes in a mess of broth.

Danas had never seen so many orcs gathered in such a mess, nor did Muradin; in their impression, the orcs had always been arrogant-so many orcs gathered together, three times as large as their human army. Will be crushed by them, and now they are here waiting for the end to come.

All this is due to the magical prince of Lordaeron—Danas looked at Alsace’s back. This young child still shows his distinctive maturity at this moment—Alsace seems to be fundamental I was not excited or surprised by this spectacular scene and the upcoming victory.

Of course, Arthas would not have any excessive performance; in fact, the number of armies of both humans and orcs is far from the endless ghouls and zombies of the Scourge.