"Bang"

The door of the Grand Lord's room was pushed open, and Ms. Lan Yue, who had a calm face, strode in. She held the staff and looked around vigilantly, and then looked at Ravenkes, who was sitting on the sofa drinking alone.

She said:

"I just heard the abnormal movement in the room. Has anyone been here? Do you need to add a few more guards to you?"

“No need.”

Lord Ravenkes, holding the wine glass in his hand, shook his head, and Dean Lan Yue's eyes fell on the wine glass in his hand, and she said in confusion:

"You used to not drink alcohol during wartime, what's going on? Did you even feel the situation difficult and start to give up on yourself?"

"I'm just... thinking about some issues, Blue Moon."

The Great Lord didn't say much. After a few seconds of silence, he looked at the friend he trusted most for many years and suddenly asked:

"Blue Moon, you are one of the most powerful spellcasters in the Empire. I ask you, do you believe in the death?

"Hmm? Resurrection from the dead? Undead magic?"

Lan Yue raised her eyebrows in surprise and said:

"This faction is very unpopular in the empire's magic system. The Moon God believers believe that blaspheming the dead is a serious sin, and even Azshara cannot study these taboos with great fanfare.

But if only from an academic point of view, I can tell you that this is possible.

Not only can you recover from the dead, but you can even retain your mind and memory, but I heard some rebellious researchers say that this is inhumane.

Not only will the host of the resurrected person be wanted, but it will also be painful for the resurrected person."

"Academic perspective? Hahahaha, everyone says you are very old-fashioned and can't joke, but I think you are also very humorous."

The Great Lord laughed.

He pointed to the sofa beside him and signaled Lan Yue to sit there and chat with him.

Ms. Lan Yue didn't know that Black had just arrived. She just thought that Raven Keith was thinking about the war. After sitting down, she thought about it and said to her friend:

"If you plan to revive the soldiers who died in the Battle of Surama, it's not bad, but you have to wait for a while. I'm not familiar with the magic of the undead, and Alisand doesn't study this theory much. We may have to 'make up the lesson'."

"No, no."

The great lord looked at the wine glass in his hand. The amber liquid swaying in the crystal wine glass reflected the handsome face of his uncle who was no longer young but still full of grace.

He shook the wine in his hand and said:

"I just had a dream, Lan Yue, I dreamed of what happened a long time later... The world is still not so peaceful after ten thousand years, and the demons are back again, and they are even more powerful.

But I dreamed that the younger generations will be very successful in ten thousand years.

They were not as embarrassed as us and were beaten by the demons. They even killed all the way to the demons' hometown and destroyed an evil planet.

I was thinking, if I could be reborn in that beautiful world in ten thousand years..."

"Are you sure you didn't drink too much?"

Dean Lan Yue felt something was wrong.

She remembered her mysterious disciple and her conversation with her before on the edge of the battlefield. She suspected that Black might have had contact with Ravenkes.

So I said seriously:

"No undead magic can save your soul for ten thousand years! Even if you were dug out at that time, it would be just a dead bone. Ravenkes, I know you are under a lot of pressure, and I also know that Azshara has sent an assassin.

But don't worry, we will protect you."

"If we lose, what's the point of living?"

The great lord glanced at the worried Lan Yue and said with a smile:

"Do you think that a guy like me who has been hard-bodied for the rest of my life would be bent down to be a dog for the demon or Azshara? I would rather die on the battlefield.

What's more, if there are gods in this world, then what mortals cannot do may not be difficult for gods?

Okay, go, Lan Yue, I'm going to have a rest.

Also, I hope you can go to Sin Azallie as the commander of the mage unit and joins the vanguard army. This plan is so important... I honestly trust Alisand's ability, but I dare not bet on her ethics."

"If this is your order, I will definitely obey. Azshara and I have some personal grudges to deal with, but I always feel that you are not normal today."

Dean Lan Yue complained, and when he stood up, he said to the great lord:

"Drink less."

"Um."

Lavenkes watched Ms. Lan Yue leave. At the moment when the door closed, he drank the wine in his hand in one sip, let out a long breath, closed his eyes and whispered:

"So, we'll see you ten thousand years later, Blue Moon."

"Oh, I should have been bolder when I was in school..."

---

"You are causing trouble for us, Mr. Black."

On the eaves of the Lord's Hall in Surama, the Pirates crouched there in the posture of an assassin to observe the surroundings, but at some point the entire city was frozen.

Then, a tall figure appeared in the earthy yellow quicksand storm.

Wearing an elf-style robe, with peculiar hourglass shoulder pads, and blonde golden eyes, the King of Time Nozdom quietly appeared. This Dragon King, who had a clear understanding of the past and the future, was not polite, and seriously said to Black, who was not affected by the time pause at all:

"Lord Ravenkes' memory of ten thousand years later must be erased. He is different from others. He is a key figure in this timeline. Moving his fate may lead to the collapse of the timeline."

"I just pulled him back to his fate, Mr. Nuo."

Black curled his lips and replied.

His strange name made Nozdom raise his eyebrows in surprise. No one has never used this title to describe the most mysterious king of time, even among the five-colored dragon kings.

However, if we divide it by age, among the five dragon kings, the mature and persistent Nozdom is indeed the second-year-old dragon. Of course, for the dragon kings who have received the authority of Titans, the age gap of the decades that are extra.

But Norzdom never dreamed that the reason why Black called him this was really because the elf of the Time Dragon King was similar to the "June Guan Er" in his hometown.

This is a meme, do you understand?

Anyway, I don't have to explain if I don't understand.

"During the time when I led Shaohao and the Monkey King to the present, your bronze dragon must be busy, right?"

Black smiled badly and looked back at Master Nuo Er. He took out his pipe and said in a lengthened voice:

"I guess, the preparation for the 'group memory retracement' over Pandalia has been completed? Just wait until the war of ancient times is over, the memories of the pandas will be changed back to their original appearance?

Based on this calculation, the memory of Prince Tosedlin of Herresalas has also been traced back?

You are really doing a good job of "good logistics". With you here, my activities in the Battle of the Ancients are much easier, so I can play the Prophet game at will."

"I think, but the fate of those people you have come into contact with, as the node of fate, has changed. Without my cooperation ten thousand years later, I would not be able to trace back time and space on such a large scale."

Nozdom is a serious dragon king, well, most of the time.

But when facing the "time smuggler" in front of him, the Bronze Dragon King was very gentle.

The main reason is that this guy is too big and has too strong strength.

A few nights ago, he and Sargeras collided with the gods in the twisted void and almost shattered Azeroth's time network, almost scaring the Bronze Dragon Legion to death.

The Dragon King had almost no rest that night, and personally changed the memories of the bronze dragons from top to bottom, allowing them to forget this "shouldn't have happened".

That's why Norzdom felt that he had to meet Black and talk.

If he continues to make trouble like this, the Bronze Dragon Legion, which has been carrying an important mission since his birth, may not be able to hold on.

"Don't you ask me what I'm doing here?"

Black looked at the Bronze Dragon King in front of him in surprise, and he said:

"It's not like the style of the Bronze Dragon Legion."

"I'll go ten thousand years later."

Nozdom answered the question irrelevantly.

But Black nodded.

He knew what the Bronze Dragon King meant, so he asked again:

"What about you after seeing the timeline that was twisted and reshaped by me?"

"I can't understand."

Nozdom didn't hide it, and said straightforwardly, touching his golden beard:

"But I was really shocked. You opened up another chaotic future outside the timeline of the 'destiny of destiny', and I don't know whether it's good or bad.

But if the Creator Titans can trust you, I think I can, too.

After all, the Bronze Dragon Legion's mission from the very beginning was different from other giant dragons. We never intervene in world events and silently cultivated in the time network just to maintain the clear direction of the timeline of the legion's final failure.

This is the future that Lord Amansur hopes to see.

But judging from the actions He helped you return ten thousand years ago, perhaps the Creators also believe that the future you shape is better than the future they want to see.
To be continued...