Angmar came to Nozdormu with a solemn expression, put a hand on the latter's scarred neck, and began to transmit the magic power containing the power of nature into the Time Guardian's body. This was better than nothing, because

He didn't know how to heal, and even if he could, his limited power was simply not enough to heal this dying guardian dragon.

"It's useless," Nozdormu's huge dragon eyes looked at Angmar and said calmly, "I have predicted my death, but I didn't expect that I would die in your hands. Muno

So is Zido."

Angmar remained silent.

"How can I help you?" He looked back at the shrinking portal, "Can you go through that portal? I can go to the Life-Binder and the Dream Guardian. Maybe they can cure it.

Your injuries."

On the other side of the portal, the five Aspect Dragons from 10,000 years ago existed safely, including the former Nozdormu. In addition to Alexstrasza and Ysera, who were both Aspect Dragons, Angmar could not have imagined that there were other Aspects.

Who can save the dying Bronze Dragon King?

Nozdormu lay quietly on the ground and said with a smile: "I no longer have the power to expand that portal. By any measure, it is too small for me. I can't just leave it like this."

If we go back, this will affect the course of history."

As he said that, the Time Guardian stuck out another mouthful of blood. The blood beads floated in the empty space for a while, and soon burst out with dazzling golden light, turning into streaks of quicksand, sweeping towards the portal and containing it.

After closing the process and leaving the portal, Elisande, Thalyssra and Aluriel, who had been shocked by the previous battle, were so frightened that they stepped back a little.

After finishing all this, Nozdormu's eyes were much sluggish, but he still pulled himself together and said softly:

"Time is limited. I know you still have many questions. Ask them and I will tell you everything."

Angmar took a deep breath and glanced at the dragon's body that was riddled with holes corroded by black quicksand. The sinister figure of the bird of prey obscured by black sand once again appeared in his mind, and he asked in a deep voice:

"That person...is it really me?"

"You already have the answer in your mind, don't you?" Nozdormu replied.

Angmar frowned, puzzled, "But... why did I fall? Just like... just like you and Mnozdo."

"Wrong path." Nozdormu looked at Angmar and replied, "But I only had this path to take, but you chose this wrong path without hesitation."

"Why should I do this?"

"What do you think time is?" Nozdormu asked.

Angmar shook his head.

Nozdormu's eyes dimmed and he said sadly:

"Time is just a macroscopic scale used to interpret the endlessness. It exists, but it does not exist. No one can predict the future, not me, not even the Titan Aman'Thul, who gave me the power of time. No one can predict the future in the vast universe.

Among the thousands of possibilities, we can find a clear future that will surely come true. We are just observers and imagineers of time. The Holy Light imagines a bright future, the void imagines a dark future, Titans long for an orderly future, and demons long for chaos.

Tyranny...the six original powers, and the things that originate from the six original powers, all aspire to dominate this universe. Whoever is more powerful will be more capable of achieving the future he wants; whoever has more power will

Wisdom, the more it can interpret the beneficial guidance of the present in endless time fragments..."

After saying these words, Nozdormu's aura became even more sluggish, and the damaged dragon scales turned into fine powder-like quicksand, flowing down the rugged dragon skin and forming a small stream under his body.

Angmar knew that the Dragon King was dying.

Nozdormu's words reminded him of the doomsday prophet who believed in the ancient gods and the power of the void and shadow. He also thought of the prophet Velen who repeatedly predicted the future and led the draenei to escape the pursuit of the Burning Legion...

People often think that the power of time controlled by the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu is a power with an extremely high upper limit that is unimaginable to ordinary people. However, they do not know that this must be considered in relative terms.

The Titan Aman'Thul, the leader of the temples who granted Nozdormu the blessing of time, is the best example.

When faced with people or things that are less powerful than oneself, predictions are often unfavorable. However, when the prediction target is an enemy whose strength is similar to one's own, or even stronger than one's own, the so-called "prescience" will be completely lost due to interference.

effect.

If not, when a group of Titans from the pantheon went to question Sargeras who had fallen into the embrace of evil and then attacked his former compatriots, how could they all be killed by them without noticing, and even their souls were imprisoned?

Why didn't Aman'Thul, who controlled the power of time, expect this tragedy to happen?

But Angmar still didn't understand why his future self would fall. He nodded and continued to listen.

"As for my fall... cough," Nozdormu coughed again, but this time what flowed from his throat was no longer blood, but yellow sand that was close to the origin of life. "This is inevitable. You

Aren't you curious why among the five Aspect Dragons, I am the only one who has fallen so completely? Compared with my fall, the madness of Neltharion - or Deathwing - is nothing more than the darkness of the Ancient God.

The influence distorts the mind, leading to a misinterpretation of the responsibility to protect the world..."

Angmar was puzzled.

In his view, Deathwing's fall can also be seen as inevitable.

The blessing of this titan who protects the dragon is actually a lifelong curse.

Guardian Azadas asked his creator, the Titan Khaz'goroth, to give the power of the earth to Neltharion, help him change his form, and assume the important task of guarding the land and deep caves of Azeroth.

The power of the earth is extremely majestic, covering a variety of six original powers, but it is mixed and unspecialized. It is precisely because of the deep-rooted connection with the land of Azeroth that Neltharion was influenced by the ancient gods in the underground prison.

The most serious. After the guardians fell into confusion and stopped maintaining the prison of the Old God, the dark whispers of the Old God became stronger and stronger, finally driving the once noble dragon crazy.

"Say." Angmar knelt on one knee in front of Nozdormu's huge dragon head and said softly.

Nozdormu took a few breaths, his chest swelled like a bellows, and blood mixed with yellow sand poured out from the wounds all over his body. Angmar's brows furrowed deeper and deeper as he watched.

"The power of time is a blessing, but it is also a curse that I have to bear throughout my life. I have the power of time, but I only have the power of time. It is different from Alexstrasza and Iser, whose blessings come from the six original powers.

Ra and Malygos, my blessing of time does not belong to any of the above. It relies on the six original powers and is mysterious. If there is no external influence, I will be the only one among the five guardian dragons who will definitely

Towards degradation.”

Angmar vaguely understood that in the world where he lived, the universe was intertwined with six original forces. Time relied on its existence, but there was no obvious tendency for any of the original forces. There was considerable variation in it.

Instability, from this point of view, Nozdormu is indeed carrying a curse that will surely come true.

Nozdormu moved his head as hard as he could, brought his left eye to Angmar, and said very solemnly:

"This is the advice I give you. Never try to use time to speculate on your future, let alone let it dominate, otherwise you will eventually fall like me and get along with 'me', and what you just saw will happen.

everything."

"No." Angmar nodded and looked at the place where "he" disappeared, "What about 'him'? Did 'he' just destroy the entire time turbulence? What exactly is 'he' going to do?

"

Faced with the questions that followed, Nozdormu smiled and said, "Destroy the time stream... No, no one has such power. He just removes the timeline you are in from the future."

Angmar was shocked and asked in disbelief: "So, I can never return to the main timeline?"

Nozdormu took a breath and said, "It has nothing to do with it. He is not that powerful. You can still return to the main timeline where you live. But you will no longer be able to get help from the future."

Angmar thought of his encounter at Tyr's Tomb half a year ago and couldn't help but ask: "You mean... that time at Tyr's Tomb?"

Nozdormu blinked noncommittally, "This is just the most trivial crisis that the future you will help you resolve. Haven't you noticed that there have been many coincidences accompanying you recently? From the inexplicable words in the Book of Medivh.

From being stolen, to Sylvanas finding and controlling the Blade of Xalatath Dark Empire, almost starting a battle between the free undead and the coalition forces of all races, and even returning to ancient times in a daze..."

Angmar was surprised and said: "You mean...all this is...'his' conspiracy? But 'he' is so powerful, he can just kill me, so why go to such trouble?"

Angmar didn't believe this speculation. These coincidences indeed set up many difficulties for his intention to change history, but if the initiator of this conspiracy is his future self, it is completely inconsistent with common sense.

"He" is a powerful being who can split the timeline with just one move and play with Munoz more than others. How can the conspiracy planned by "him" be solved by his weak self without any danger every time?

Logically speaking, with such a disparity in strength, Angmar should die without a burial place every time.

Nozdormu smiled miserably, and more yellow sand poured out of his throat, "It's not that easy to travel through thousands of timelines. There are too many restrictions. 'He' can do it every time.

To accurately create trouble at a key historical juncture is beyond my imagination. Not to mention, there is another 'you' hindering him."

"So..." Angmar understood what Nozdormu meant, "You mean, he has reached his limit by doing this? And every time he tries to influence me, there will be another me from the future.

Protect me from persecution?”

Just like when they were traveling to the Tomb of Tire, the man who finally rode away on the black dragon helped him repel the Eternal Dragon...

Nozdormu looked like he was about to die, his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he steeled himself and said "hmm" in affirmation.

"Then who is the other me?" Angmar continued to ask.

"He represents another path in your life: giving up the power of time and devoting yourself to the infinite mysteries of the universe. And the bifurcation point of the path is at this moment. Whether you fall or not depends on whether you listen to me now.

Advice. 'His' power is far beyond your imagination. Even I dare not say that I know 'him' well enough, and it is difficult for you, the fallen, to match him. But when it comes to mastering the timeline, the latter is slightly better.

That’s why the fallen have repeatedly tried to destroy the former ‘him’, which is now you..."

Angmar just felt like he was listening to a book from heaven, and felt incredible.

"Cough...crack..." Nozdormka took out a mouthful of internal organ fragments, and his breath became more and more sluggish, "Be vigilant, Angmar. You are facing an unprecedented crisis. The Fallen has successfully separated the world you are in.

timeline, getting rid of 'his' pursuit. No matter what happens in the ancient timeline, it will not affect the existence of the Fallen himself, but it will still have an irreversible impact on the main timeline. He will do everything possible to hunt you down,

Even let Sargeras successfully come and destroy the entire Azeroth, thus rewriting the course of the main timeline, thereby erasing your future and removing your biggest enemy. Now, no one else will come to help you, your ancient

The journey is doomed to be full of difficulties and dangers, and you have to survive this catastrophe on your own."

Hearing such words, Angmar didn't know what to think.

The problem of being timid and afraid to let go of changing the timeline was still there, but an extremely powerful enemy appeared. The only thing that made him feel lucky was that he knew what to do.

In his mind, he distinguished two different selves in the future. The good one, who helped him at several key historical nodes in the Tomb of Tire, was named "Prophet Angmar", and the fallen one was named "Prophet Angmar".

He modeled it after Nozdormu and Mnozdor, and named it...
To be continued...