"Look, you still remember me," Angmar said with a smile. "At that time, you were still a 'good young man' who was willing to risk life and death for the safety of the world, but now you have become the spokesperson of destruction and evil."

Scenes from the past emerged in his mind, but Nefarian did not feel nostalgic at all. He just replied calmly: "Destruction and evil are only the way to salvation. I am no different from then, I just saw the universe.

The truth has chosen to take action. Unlike other guardian dragons and guardians, who only paralyze themselves with kindness and justice and wait for destruction to come."

"The truth of the universe?" Angmar shook his head, "You have only seen how much and you insist that this is the truth of the universe? Who told you that Azeroth cannot be saved?"

"But this is a fact," Nefari looked at Angmar quietly, "even you couldn't find a way to save it, right?"

"Yes, you are right," Angmar nodded, "but I can kill all the ancient gods and stop the corruption of Azeroth."

Nefarian replied: "But there will always be the next wave of Old Gods coming, and you can't protect Azeroth forever. I don't understand the void forces behind the Old Gods, but I know that you don't understand either. The enemy.

Always in the dark, we are always in the light.”

Angmar blinked, "Yes, you can only be a thief for a thousand days, but there is no reason to prevent a thief for a thousand days. In the past 1.3 million years, I have set up a long defense line along the end of the universe, just to resist the forces of the void.

Invasion. The forces of the void are indeed much more terrifying than I imagined. Even though I have reached the apex of the universe, I find that the situation is still the same. The void is still a nearly invincible enemy. Azeroth is still the key point in the war between light and darkness, which has never changed.

Every penny."

"So..." Nefarian shook his head regretfully, "Why don't you agree with my father's and my ideas? The enemy is always faster than us. In this case, in the hopeless darkness, why not destroy everything and cut off the void?

What about corrupted soil? If the world becomes corrupted, the consequences will be far more dire than this."

Angmar sighed and said with emotion: "You and your father are really very similar to Sargeras. You have the same philosophy, so similar."

Blackstone Mountain is still spraying magma jets straight into the sky, as if the anger accumulated by the entire underground world for hundreds of years is being vented at this moment. The immeasurable amount of lava is thrown high into the sky by huge force, and is trapped in the low temperature.

It cooled and solidified, turning into dense pebbles and falling down, and volcanic rocks rained down across the Burning Plain.

Black clouds carrying countless tiny particles swept high in the sky. After exhaustion of castration, they spread out in the troposphere with changing wind directions and rolled away. Even farmers as far away as Elwynn Forest could clearly see the approaching clouds.

Black clouds, thinking that destruction was about to come.

"Please listen to my call, Master..."

"We have encountered an unexpected enemy, please come to the material plane..."

Accompanied by the heat wave coming from the depths of the earth, a low and hoarse voice echoed up the plain for a long time, as if summoning some powerful existence.

The few people in front of Blackrock Tower were indifferent to this.

"I really hope that you can agree with my father's and my ideas. With your help, we will definitely succeed. But I understand that in our hearts, the other party is lost, and there is absolutely no possibility of agreeing with the other party,"

Nefarian said calmly, "So stop wasting time and kill me."

Onyxia looked at Angmar again with pleading eyes, but before the latter could speak, Nefarian added: "Sister, I don't blame you, but I hope you can know that you are here today."

This action has ruined the countless hard work of the Black Dragon Legion over the past hundreds of years. If Azeroth becomes a slave of darkness in the future, you will bear a heavy sin."

"You can rest assured that as long as I am here, the Titan souls in Azeroth will not fall, and the Dark Titan will not be born."

Angmar waved his hand, and a ball of holy quicksand rolled towards Nefarian.

When the quicksand approached, Nefarian closed his eyes calmly and said with some regret: "Prophet, why do you just refuse to recognize the truth..."

The quicksand completely enveloped him.

But the expected pain did not come. Nefarian opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he had come to a world filled with brilliance. Scenes were constantly appearing around him, and beneath his feet was a strip of surging quicksand.

The long river, and under the influence of some indescribable force, I am tracing back to the source of this long river and shuttle rapidly.

Farther away, there is only nothingness, a nothingness in which nothing exists.

He tried his best to see the content in the picture clearly, but found that every time at this time, those pictures disappeared in the surging quicksand. There were more and more broken pictures, and Nefarian's thinking became more and more scattered. He had already

I can't remember how I got here, as if my memory has gone awry.

Nefarian's thoughts became increasingly blurry.

He remembered that it seemed to be the first year of the Black Gate Calendar, and the orcs invaded the Swamp of Sorrows. The spies he planted there reported this incident for himself.

He has always agreed with the prophet's way of describing history. Using the Dark Door to open the door to record the year of this major historical event is indeed a good way to avoid the trouble caused by the messy calendars of various ethnic groups and countries...

Nefarian looked down and was startled by the scene around him.

Where is this?

How...how did I appear here?

He rubbed his eyebrows in confusion, and suddenly remembered that it seemed to be the year 4500 of the Black Gate Calendar, and he was...

What are you doing?

Oh no, it is now the year 7300 of the Black Gate Calendar. A group of night elves have traveled eastward to the Eastern Kingdom Continent. They are preparing to transform into human forms and come into contact...

Nefarian was stunned for a moment, and was once again frightened by the scene around him. He couldn't explain this feeling, but there was an inexplicable strong fear in his heart. He felt that if he continued like this, he would no longer be himself, and he couldn't help but feel a strong feeling.

The desire to escape.

But as time went by, this idea that had just arisen was quickly forgotten.

Nefarian looked around and took a breath.

Where is this?

He remembered that he had just escaped from the prison on the ground floor of Longmian Temple and was about to see his father, asking him why he had abandoned his sacred mission and betrayed his compatriots. How could he appear in such a place?

When he thought of this, he gritted his teeth and felt extremely sad.

Several months have passed since the War of the Ancients. His father, the former guardian of the earth, has become synonymous with destruction and betrayal. Some people began to call him "Deathwing". Not only that, all the black dragons were also captured.

Already...

Nefarian had felt before that there was a dark corruption coming from the depths of his bloodline, which was affecting him and all the black dragons. But he never expected that the lingering corruption like maggots in the tarsal bones actually came from the earth.

Itself, comes from his father, from the ancient gods who have been closely integrated with this planet and this land...

Nefarian looked around, frowning.

What on earth is this place?

Could it be that……

Those people? Those people who helped him get out of prison?

He had indeed noticed something was wrong a long time ago. Even he knew that the source of corruption came from his father. And all the black dragons who were closely related to his father were subject to strict interrogation, purification and supervision.

But when he escaped from Longmian Temple, he didn't meet any guards. There was definitely someone secretly helping him escape!

Could it be that these people brought themselves into this bizarre and magnificent space, like a long river of time?

who is it?

Ancient God?

No.

Nefarian shook his head. The atmosphere in this space made him feel very familiar, very, very familiar...

Suddenly something clicked in his mind, yes, it's a prophet!

With this thought in mind, the quicksand recedes.

The sense of smell was the first to recover, with the pungent smell of sulfur pouring into the nose. Then came vision, as if someone had filled in colors on the blank canvas in front of him, and a vivid world was created in front of his eyes.

The endless black-brown land stretches as far as the eye can see, lava rocks are raining from the sky, and heat waves are rolling in, creating a scene of destruction.

In front of him, stood a man and a woman.

After seeing the iconic fiery red robe and sensing the extremely familiar aura, Nefarian's eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "Prophet? That's great! I'm just going to find you!"

…

Seeing the "Five Good Young Men" returning, the panting Angmar took a deep breath, withdrew his right hand, and fell to the ground as if he had lost all strength.

One and three hundred thousand years later, his mastery of the power of time is still far from the level of "Magna the Fallen" - although he already possesses a strength no less than his own. The two of them each chose a different path.

Road, if Angmar is a game-breaker who combines strength into one, then "Mag'an", who has an overview of time and understands the mysteries of the future, allowing him to achieve such achievements, is the watchman and helper in countless timelines.

"Hello, 'Five Good Young Men, welcome back,'" Angmar sat on the ground and waved to Onyxia beside him, "Your brother is back."

"elder brother?"

Nefarian heard this and looked at Onyxia in confusion. It was difficult to connect this tall, black-haired, black-eyed, elegant girl who exuded the aura of a black dragon with anyone else in his impression.

But he always felt that this girl gave him a feeling of déjà vu.

Onyxia also looked a little confused. Just now, a bizarre scene played out in front of her eyes, and the sands of time completely enveloped Nefarian...

When the quicksand dissipated, Nefarian was completely different. Onyxia had never seen her brother like this before. He was young, upright, and his eyes were clear. There was no darkness accumulated in the process of being with the darkness for many years...

It's like he's become a different person.

"To be precise, this is your brother from ten thousand years ago. I'm afraid he still doesn't know what happened. Go tell him the story of these ten thousand years. I'm a little tired."
Chapter completed!