Just as another "Angma" was speaking, Angma was also carefully looking at herself from the future.

Although the age of "Angma" was ten thousand years ago, Angma was sure that it was at some point in the future, traveling back to the ancient times ten thousand years ago. So in this way, even if you are in the past, the illusion projection of "Angma" also comes from the future self.

But he didn't know that he would take the "Time Traveler Trio" to ride the ride, and join the Red Dragon Cleostroz (Crassus), one of the former six-member Dalaran Council members, after the destruction of the Sun Well, to collect its residual essence to shape Anvina's Borrel, Ronin and the Orc Brox, and return to 10,000 years ago, or...

Because of some purpose, or by chance, or even a mysterious time spell, he even used his own mysterious time spell and returned to the ancient times. This is not impossible, but before that, how did he master the power of time?

Thinking of this, Angma couldn't help but take a look at the battlefield where the deceased was reincarnated by the time spell, and the deceased was reborn, and the flaming strike that gradually dimmed, and the light in his eyes was flashing.

At this time, it would be impossible for him to say that there was no longing in his heart. After all, in this disaster-stricken Azeroth, no one doesn't want to have such powerful power. But in addition to expectations, there are also deep doubts.

The mysterious and profound word "time" is far beyond what ordinary people can understand. This involves the essence of the boundless end, and even goes beyond the scope of the six major original powers of the universe, such as holy light, shadow, and arcane.

Even Sargeras, who destroyed the former Titan compatriots of the Pantheon and the Demon Lord of the Burning Legion, did not master the mystery of time. Although this does not mean anything, it is enough to prove its particularity. According to Angma, Azeroth is in an endless state, only the leader of the Pantheon, and the first awakened "Amansur" among the Zottitans, controls the power of time.

As for how deep Amansur has mastered time and how much limitation it will be when using it, it is hard to say.

After all, there are no omnipotent deities in the known universe.

The Titans are only because of their positive and noble character, searching for the star souls of their compatriots (the nurturing Titans), while tirelessly transforming one world after another, bringing order and life to the universe, and thus gaining the title of "creator". In fact, they are just the most powerful creatures standing at the top of the pyramid among the vast and endless beings.

If Amansur had fully mastered the mystery of time, or could use this ability without any scruples, who could stop this Titan? The temple would not have been destroyed by the fallen Sargeras at all.

Given the heavy responsibility of guarding the Azeroth timeline, the bronze dragon in the Five Colored Dragon Legion has the ability to be related to time, which is only blessed by Amansur. Compared to this Titan, its ability has been weakened countless times, and it is more like an observer of the timeline, an extermination of the slight disturbance, and is by no means the controller of time.

Angma asked himself how good his talent was, at most he was middle-aged and above, but he became obsessed with others like Kadega.

There are too many amazing people in Azeroth. Generations of mages have devoted endless effort to the research of related magic, hoping to understand the essence of time. But today, they have only developed a pseudo-time spell that is named "time distortion" but actually has nothing to do with time.

Even these geniuses failed to succeed. Angma really didn't know what he should do to become the "Angma" in front of him.

Of course, this "Angma" is right in front of him, and the easiest way is to ask him directly. However, Angma knew that the possibility of getting an answer was slim.

Judging from his deliberate obliteration of his own legacy in history, "Angma" does not want his actions ten thousand years ago to affect the current historical process. At least this was the case before Angma completed the recast of the Flame Strike. It was not until this tragic battle that it shone brightly and rewritten the end of the defeat of the coalition forces in one fell swoop.

There is only one explanation for such a move. Angma is in a different timeline, but is not independent of each other but closely related. Once his legacy influence changes the environment in which Angma lives, it is equivalent to changing his past. The consequences may lead to his own disappearance or something else. Angma doesn't know, but it is not a good ending.

This may be the limitation of time spells? For the caster himself, the more he travels to the long past, will any slight change cause danger to himself under the amplification effect of a long span?

"You are right, past, present, future...we are indeed a whole." Another Angma suddenly said, as if he had a insight into Angma's inner thoughts, awakening him who was thinking hard.

"Do you know what I'm thinking?" Angma couldn't help asking. But then, he realized his stupidity. His future self, of course, knew what he was thinking at this time.

"Angma" smiled silently.

At this point, Angma looked at her future appearance seriously for the first time.

Compared to Angma, his appearance seems to be more mature, as if he is engraved with the traces of wind and frost. His blue eyes are deep and calm, and his expression is indifferent and calm. Overall, he looks no different from Angma, but gives people a sensible feeling.

He was also wearing a similar robe. It looked very similar to the robe of the former great magician taken from the secret library of the Tower of Sun Rage. Beloval's last attempt. It was just a fine weaving cloth, embroidered with many unknown magic silk threads, which emitted a faint magic wave, which raised the entire robe by more than one level. I think it was some means to strengthen it.

Perhaps it is the lost magic skills of ancient night elves? Although after ten thousand years of development, the current magic research has long surpassed the blue, but the night elves empire at that time was extremely prosperous. Many scholars of Quelthalas believed that there must be a lot of special knowledge. Because of the explosion of the Well of Eternity, it included the development and application of external energy sources. After all, they had the most powerful magic source in Azeroth. It would not be surprising if there was anything more advanced than it is now ten thousand years ago. Angma thought so.

"Why didn't the Bronze Dragon get rid of us?" Angma pondered and asked his most concerned question.

Another Angma smiled and replied, "You have known the answer for a long time, don't we? We are not independent of this world, nor are we troubled by the timeline."

Angma frowned deeply when she heard this, "I need more answers. Prince Kelthas is in the outer territory, and Dalaran suffers heavy losses. Many survivors in history are now buried under the ruins of Dalaran. I... have done an irreparable mistake."

While speaking, he looked at the ground worriedly. Like humans, the blood elves suffered heavy losses in this battle. Even if the spell of reversal time resurrected many people, the number of elite soldiers who died was still extremely painful. Only half of the eight thousand soldiers survived. Only less than a thousand left of 1,500 mages.

These people are the only elites left by the blood elves, and they all have tempered their skills to the extreme in their long lives. With the low population fertility rate of the blood elves and the time spent in training, it will take many years to restore to the pre-war level.

The ending of the Battle of Dalaran is far more tragic than that of official history. This makes Angma difficult to accept.

Another Angma looked as usual, his eyes became deeper, and he said calmly: "Sacrifice and mistakes are inevitable. I can't say more about this."

"Is there anything else to tell me?"

"Not... Actually, everything I said today is a copy of what I said to me at this time, my future self had said to me. But now, I play the role from the future."

Angma frowned deeper, he was a little confused by the time cycle of reciprocating, "So, I have to follow the trajectory set by 'you' and follow the map to follow the map? Travel to ancient times, contact Azshara, contact Dasrema, cast the flame strike, or even participate in the battle that caused the world to split? Then, like you, inject the spell into the flame strike, helping me who used to be? This is too..."

Another Ang is not allowed.

“What if I don’t?”

Another Angma smiled, "If you don't do this, there won't be anything that happened today, and you'll figure it out soon."

After saying that, he handed the flames into Angma's hands, and his figure slowly drifted towards the illusion in the air.

"Are you the one who helped me in the Tomb of Tyre?"

Angma asked loudly, but received no response.

He kept muttering the word trajectory in his heart, recalling the details presented by these two illusions, and fell into deep thought.

At this time, the light on the flame strike had completely dissipated and returned to its original appearance, no longer having any strangeness. It seemed that the power given ten thousand years ago was exhausted. From then on, it was no longer a magical tool that could manipulate time. It might be stronger than the recast version of the flame strike in official history, but that's all.

Angma, ten thousand years ago, finally returned to the circular watchtower in the illusion, and the illusion came alive in an instant. He held up the flaming strike that had just been cast. Azshara and Dasrema looked at this object with a full look of spirit. The few people seemed to be talking about something, but as the illusion gradually dissipated, the sound was also inaudible.

The quicksand on the battlefield died invisible with the illusion. Only a group of coalition soldiers who had just left the stagnation of time looked around in a daze. The resurrected ones touched their bodies in surprise, with a little unbelievable expression.

In the defensive position under the wall of Greymann in the distance, cheers came from afar.

Perhaps the soldiers under the Great Lord Dalius in it had already eliminated their hatred for King Gremaine's attitude towards this battle. In short, no matter what happened, for these Gilnesses, protecting this high wall, defeating the conspiracy of the undead to attack the Kingdom of Gilness, protecting their families, and protecting countless people of the kingdom, which is the greatest victory.

"What's going on?"

One by one, one figure came to Angma, and there were a group of coalition leaders who had recovered as before. The unique explosions of short-range teleportation techniques also came one after another. People gradually gathered around Angma and cast a very strange look at the artifact in his hand that rewritten the battle ending.

They saw everything that happened before time stagnated, including the illusion. It is not ruled out that some relatively strong legendary strong men saw Angma talking to the figure from the illusion even in stagnation.

Maybe there will be any subsequent impact on this matter.

Angma sighed in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be puzzled: "There is a spell on the Fiery Strike that guided me to complete its activation. It should be left by its caster... It's strange. He seemed to know that such a battle would happen today, so he deliberately kept a backup plan. It was such an incredible guy."

Just as everyone was incredible about what they had just experienced, the sunlight quietly shone on the earth and it was dawn.
Chapter completed!