Angma hurriedly stepped forward two steps, leaned over to raise Crassus, and Kronin helped him back to the bed together.

After sitting down, Crasus kept hunching his body, covering his head and moaning in pain, his face pale so much that it was beyond replenishment.

Luo Ning kept patting his back with his hands, and asked Angma while patting: "What's wrong with him?"

Angma organized some language and explained:

"According to my speculation, Master Crasus has experienced the ancient war, and he has a complete memory of this history. But now that we are personally involved, no matter what, we will change it more or less, cover it, or replace the original ancient history. In this way, Master Crasus's 'memory' about the ancient war is inconsistent with the original, and becomes confused and confused. Whenever he tries to recall this memory, he will suffer corresponding pain."

The timeline is a very complex issue. Even Angma is far from understanding its secrets, so he can only tell the guesses he has always thought are more reasonable.

After saying that, he whispered to Crasus: "Master Crasus, if you try not to recall the memories of ancient times, you should be a little better."

After thinking for a moment, Luo Ning quickly understood what Angma meant, frowned and said:

"According to your words, the timeline is a whole. It is not separated from the future we come from. In other words, according to this... well, let's name it the 'the principle of timeline unity'... According to this law, no matter what we did in ancient times, it will have an impact on the future world, right?"

"That's right."

"So," Ronin glanced at Crassus, who had an unbearable headache. "The reason why I didn't have the same symptoms is because I didn't know anything about the specific story of the Battle of the Ancients... Wait!"

Luo Ning suddenly stopped talking, pondered for a while, and said, "Do you know what I was thinking just now?"

Angma blinked.

"I am recalling the end of the Battle of the Ancients." Luo Ning seemed to grasp the key to the problem.

Angma signaled Ronin to continue speaking. He was very curious about what this legendary wizard of Neixiu had thought of.

He knew that, like most mages and scholars who were keen on studying the history of ancient arcane, although Luo Ning did not know the specific process of the ancient war, he knew it clearly about the ending that the ancient Kalimdo continent was divided.

People often believe that the short-lived race of humans only showed a relatively unified social nature two thousand eight hundred years ago, and their understanding of the world was not so accurate.

But the fact is the opposite. They have degenerated from the Iron Vicu people, a titan creation cursed by flesh and blood. Although the ancient tradition has long been lost, many ancient secrets have been passed down through epic and legend.

Legends such as the Guardian Tyre and his Silver Hand. The term "Silver Hand" already has a symbolic meaning, symbolizing noble sacrifice and noble beliefs. The Paladin organization formed by Archbishop Alonsus Fao was named after it.

There are many such legends. Although most of them are regarded as illusory legends, as long as you have the intention, you can always find clues about the ancient times and even the sequencing period.

Such things are the favorites of scholars who are eager to pursue the truth.

In addition, humans can establish an accurate understanding of the ancient times, and the high elves of Quelthalas also made great contributions. The ancestors of the high elves had personally experienced this magnificent history. As the relationship between the two sides became better, relevant historical materials were gradually obtained by Dalaran and then introduced to the other six countries.

"If your speculation about why Crasus was confused is correct," Ronin stood up and began to pace the room. "Then when I recall the end of the Battle of the Ancients, not only did I not have the same symptoms, but my memory was also very clear. Does this mean we did not change this ending? Well, let's make further assumptions, if the person who experienced the original timeline..."

Ronin set off on Crassus.

"…The memory confusion and memory pain caused by mental disorders in recalling this history are related to the extent of changes in the relevant history. The greater the change, the greater the pain you suffer when recalling. In this way, can we explore the history we are about to change in advance through this ‘pain phenomenon’?"

Ronin stopped and looked at Angma, his eyes flashing with a different kind of brilliance.

After hearing this, Angma couldn't help but shake her head and sigh.

Red hair, burly figure, and unkempt style all make Luo Ning look far from the image of a mage in the eyes of the public, but the facts are the opposite. Luo Ning is not only meticulous, but through just a few words from Angma, he has learned more possibilities.

It's not unreasonable that he can become a legendary wizard.

Angma nodded, "Master Ronin, you are right. But there is a premise for all this, that is, Master Crasus must find a way to avoid pain and accurately express the already confused memory... The former is not difficult, but the latter is obviously unlikely."

Luo Ning thought for a few seconds after hearing this, sighed: "It's true."

While the two of them were interacting, Crasus suddenly gritted his teeth and stood up, staggering towards the outside of the house.

"Where are you going?" Luo Ning hurriedly stopped.

The mage is based on spiritual power, and mental power is directly related to the amount of arcane energy that can be controlled. As a mage, no one knows more about how terrible the pain caused by "memory disorder".

Crasus seemed to be still suffering from unimaginable pain, and he was probably unconscious. Of course, Ronin had to stop him. At the same time, it was a bit strange that even ordinary mages could clear their thoughts and end their memories. Crasus was a red dragon with a long life, and he was immersed in the magical ways for many years. There was no reason not to do it. What was he so unwilling to let go of?

"Let me go!" Crassus pushed Ronin away roughly, and he failed to stand firmly and fell heavily to the ground.

Ronin was pushed and staggered, looking at Crasus in surprise. In his impression, Crasus had always been calm and calm, and had never lost his composure as he did today.

On the floor, Crasus tried his best to stand up, but his legs were out of control. The severe headache seemed to make him lose control of his body. Finally, he simply red his eyes, crawled out a little bit, and cut a series of holes on the hard floor.

Although the incarnation spell does not inherit the power of the original body 100%, he is also a red dragon. It is not too easy to grab a few holes on the ground.

"The Holy Light is above!"

Looking at Crasus with red eyes, Ronin was anxious. He felt that Crasus might have been tortured by pain and lost his mind. While weaving a hypnotic spell with the effect of calming the gods, he squatted down to hug Crasus, and at the same time cast a look for help at Angma, "Help me get him back to the bed."

Angma sighed deeply, he knew why Crassus was like this.

The two worked together to lift Crasus back to the bed. Ronin cast a hypnotic spell, but it was completely ineffective against Crasus. While roaring, "Let me go", the other party tried to get rid of the two of them and leave the hut.

"The Dragon Soul...can't let it be done...I have to warn her... Let me go, let me go!"

Crassus's roar resounded like a dragon's roar across the western suburbs, terrifying countless birds in the woods. If he had no idea of ​​his identity, outsiders would not believe that the thin Crassus's voice was so loud.

In the end, Angma had to use spells to forcibly imprison Crasus. The latter immediately leaned against the head of the bed and stopped moving.

Seeing this, Luo Ning breathed a long sigh, and glanced at Angma while wiping the sweat on his forehead, raised his eyebrows and said, "I imprisoned a powerful red dragon? Huh, you opened my eyes again. Then again, what's wrong with him? Did he just talk about the Demon Soul?"

The Dragon Soul is the name of the Dragon Clan of the Five Colors of Creation. In the mouths of mortals, it is called the "Devil Soul".

Angma nodded silently, walked to Crasus and sat down, "Master Ronin, the Demon Soul was forged during the War of the Ancients."

Luo Ning was silent, and the eyes of looking at Crasus suddenly became complicated. There was sympathy, compassion, and more helplessness.

"So it was cast at this time, no wonder, alas."

The soul of the dragon symbolizes the fall of the earth guardian Nesario. After the casting was completed, when the five-colored dragon clan arrived in the war against the Burning Legion under the leadership of Nesario, who held this artifact, and participated in the war against the Burning Legion, Nesario pointed it at his former compatriots and asked them to surrender to themselves...

No one of the dragon clans present could believe the scene in front of him. The magic guardian of the Blue Dragon King Malygos tried to use magic to rescue this confused best friend, but was attacked by Nesario.

The dragon soul, which absorbed the essence of all the members of the Five-Colored Dragon Clan, was so powerful that it killed most of the blue dragons in just one blow, almost completely exterminated them, and even Malygos was seriously injured.

In the end, due to the difficulty in bearing the powerful power contained in the dragon's soul, the body of Death Wings cracked, and he had to stop his crazy behavior and leave the battlefield. He only left a painful memory for his former compatriots.

From that day on, Nesario became the Wings of Death. The dragon soul that was originally used to end this catastrophe and protect Azeroth also became a terrifying demon soul... Finally, at the end of the war, Malfurion seized the soul of the demon with a clever trick and used the power of the artifact to close the portal of the Burning Legion. Finally, the dragon kings sealed the artifact with secret techniques, so that the Wings of Death could no longer use it to do evil, and hid it in a place that no one could find.

Thinking of this, Luo Ning couldn't help but shake her head and rub her brows tiredly.

The dragons had a lot of calculations, but they didn't expect that the Demon Soul was finally found by Death Wings. Death Wings could not use it, but secretly guided the orcs who invaded Azeroth and used the Demon Soul to enslave the Red Dragon Queen Alextasa.

The noble Red Dragon Queen was forced to mate every day, give birth to dragon eggs, and hatched for the old tribe to be used as a driving force for the beasts of war.

That's...

Alextasa, whom Crasus loved deeply, countless young dragons, under the inhumane domestication of the Dragon Throat clan, have become war machines that only know how to kill and run contrary to the noble creed of the red dragon protecting life...

But now, there is a chance to rewrite all this. Now the Demon Soul has not been completed. Just warn your compatriots that you can not only expose Nesario's depravity and lies, but also save the Blue Dragon and your beloved spouse...

How could Crasus remain sane?

Luo Ning didn't dare to think at all, what would have happened to him if it were him, if the same thing happened to Wenleza.

He glanced at Crassus, who had no eyes.

I am afraid……

It would be even more irrational than Crasus. It should be said that no one can be rational.

"Master Crasus, Nozdom sent you and Master Ronin back to ancient times not to change history, but to eliminate disturbances and restore it to its original appearance. If the relevant history of Deathwing is changed, the chaos that arises will be magnified to the extreme in a long span of ten thousand years, and the main timeline of our existence, everything we know, will be destroyed. You will not understand this."

On the other side, Angma, who was sitting next to Crasus, persuaded with great thought.

Leaning against the wall, Crasus looked straight at the night sky outside the window, as if recalling the scenes he had spent day and night with Alextasa. After a long time, he finally closed his eyes in pain.

Seeing this, Angma let go of the other party's imprisonment spell. This time, Crasus did not try to leave again.

"I can force hypnotize you if you want to, and put you into a deep sleep, which will help calm down... grief." Angma said softly.

"No," Crasus lowered his eyelids and forced a smile, "I'll get better."

Seeing that he had returned to his usual appearance, Ronning felt relieved, and sat on the bed, held Crasus's shoulder and gently snatched it, turned his head and asked, "Angma, are you also sent back by Nozdom?"

Angma walked to the table and poured a glass of water for the two of them, handed it to them, and then returned to the table. He supported his hands gently and sat up.

“That’s a long story.”
Chapter completed!