Chapter 658: A game with the soul as a bargaining chip
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Accompanied by fierce shelling, a small fishing village on the coast instantly turned into a sea of flames.
A large number of houses made of wood cannot withstand the exaggerated range and power of naval guns, as well as the latest high-explosive shells designed and manufactured by dwarf engineers.
In just a few minutes, the entire village was completely engulfed by the soaring fire. Some people who were burned in excruciating pain even jumped down from the hillside more than ten meters high with their bodies covered in flames.
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The lucky ones may jump into the sea to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but what awaits them will be infection caused by large-scale burns on the skin, high fever and a series of complications serious enough to threaten life.
Unless you can get treatment from a shaman, there is a high probability that you will not survive.
Even if you happen to survive, your remaining life will only be spent in endless pain and hatred.
As for those who are unlucky, they will fall heavily on the beach or rocks, and their faces may be covered in blood, their bones and tendons may be broken, or they may be killed on the spot.
Among them were what appeared to be the remains of women and children.
It can be said that except for a very small number of orcs who reacted immediately and rushed out of the house, basically all the others were killed by this round of fierce shelling.
When they were shocked and witnessed the tragic death of their relatives, friends and similar people, their blood surged and they rushed out of their hiding places like crazy. They stood on high places, raised their swords and spears and roared like wild beasts.
It seems that they want to use this method to let the humans driving battleships land and fight to the death with them.
But unfortunately, these orcs have obviously forgotten that they did much more than this when they entered Azeroth through the Dark Portal.
In the entire defenseless southern region of Stormwind Kingdom, villages and towns were almost slaughtered, and the corpses were randomly discarded nearby to be eaten by wild beasts and trolls.
Even now, in the rebuilt Kingdom of Stormwind, mutilated human skeletons can often be seen near villages and towns.
But the interesting part is that, like all perpetrators, the orcs are clearly the culprits who started this cycle of war and hatred.
But when the same thing happened to me, I couldn't bear it.
They yelled wildly using the human language they learned in the shelter mixed with the language of the orcs.
He clamored that all human beings are cowards and cowards, without any dignity and honor as a warrior, and only dared to hide on the battleship from a distance and fire at the shore.
If you have the ability, log in and have an honest fight.
From the beginning to the end, no orc has seriously reflected on what glory he has when he slaughters human civilians.
Just like the "Path of Glory" they built with Draenei bones in their hometown.
"Sir, those orcs are provoking us. Do you need me to send people to land and chop off their heads with swords?"
The first mate on the flagship slowly lowered his telescope, his eyes filled with a ruthless cold light.
There was no hint of intolerance or pity for the dead orc women and children on his face, only the joy of successful revenge.
Dai Lin also put down the telescope in his hand and responded in a very contemptuous tone: "Don't bother, just shoot and solve it.
After all, these are just a group of bloodthirsty and violent green-skinned beasts.
There is no need to give them the respect that humans, dwarves, and gnomes deserve as warriors.
What's more, we are here for revenge this time.
Revenge has no honor at all, it is just pure killing, destruction and destruction.
I will use my own hands to end these monsters from another world!"
"As you wish."
The first mate turned around without saying a word and signaled to the other officer next to him.
The latter understood instantly and quickly gave the gunners the order to attack.
In the blink of an eye, the side guns began to roar again.
The orcs who were cursing and provoking were completely transformed into broken corpses and flesh and blood flying in the sky in less than a minute.
No mercy!
No mercy!
The strongholds and villages that the orcs spent a lot of time and energy building along the coast of Azshara were all destroyed by Kul Tiras' invincible fleet in less than three days.
Those low-quality fishing boats that were like large bathtubs were all smashed or sunk without exception.
More than a thousand orcs died in this planned surprise attack.
Although they reacted quickly to organize a counterattack.
But facing Dai Lin, who didn't even go ashore and simply blocked the coastline, she had no choice at all.
After all, although Thrall and the blood orcs under his command are powerful in combat, they are not the descendants created by Zuo Si like Calia after all. Instead, they are mixed with the blood of the abyss lord, so they do not have the ability to fly.
In addition, the shaman's gradual departure from the elemental way cannot control the power of the storm to destroy the fleet as before, and now he basically just stares.
Even the airship that the tribe hired from the goblins at a high price was shot down from a long distance by unknown anti-aircraft weapons installed on the battleship during an attempted counterattack.
What's even worse is that fishing is one of the few ways for tribes that are extremely short of supplies to obtain food quickly and in large quantities.
The large amount of seafood every day accounts for almost half of the total food ration, and the rest is the sum of hunting, gathering, breeding, etc.
You must know that since the explosion of the first Well of Eternity in Azshara, except for a small number of naga and furbolgs, no other intelligent creatures have settled here in large numbers.
All kinds of fish have become extremely abundant after tens of thousands of years of reproduction, just like the coast of Stranglethorn Valley in the eastern continent.
It is precisely thanks to such amazing fishery resources that the orcs and darkspear trolls were able to settle down here with almost nothing.
But now, with the blockade of the Kul Tiras fleet, they have directly lost half of their food sources.
This is extremely fatal to any regime.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! For this reason, Thrall had to order to reduce the rations of all hard workers by half, and the rations of warriors and hunters were reduced to 70% of the original.
But even so, it is still difficult to make ends meet.
The dried meat, dried fish, nuts and other food reserves that have been saved with great difficulty are also being consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At this moment, Thrall was obviously forced into a blind corner.
On the one hand, he failed to participate in the Battle of Mount Hyjal as he wished, proving to the night elves and other races that the orcs are not bloodthirsty and cruel beasts. He also failed to gain understanding and obtain the legal right to exist, and there was no guarantee of safety at all.
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On the other hand, the arrival of Navy Commander Dai Lin and the Kul Tiras fleet once again ignited the internal warlike sentiments that had been finally calmed down.
Countless warriors influenced by the old tribe have begun to be dissatisfied with the current peace policy, and even more so, they are clamoring that since the native residents of this world are unwilling to accept the orcs, then use swords to turn them all into slaves.
Their brains, which are not much bigger than squirrels, simply do not understand that this is no longer the time when the tribe had just passed through the Dark Portal and its troops were strong. The situation of the orcs can no longer be described as bad, but is on the verge of annihilation.
The more tough you act at this time, the more disgust, resentment and hostility you will arouse from the native residents of Azeroth.
Especially the humans who have made deadly enemies, now no longer have any kindness and compassion, and it is even less possible to build prisoner-of-war shelters to give the surrendered orcs a way to survive like they did in the last war.
Because this road has been blocked by Sal himself.
Now, he must find a way out for his compatriots in this desperate situation.
Guided by these, the young chief couldn't help but take a deep breath, raised his head and looked out the window at the excited warriors gathered together, with a helpless and sad look on his face.
Sometimes he even wonders if he made a mistake when he promised Orgrimmar to take over the position of warchief.
Perhaps having grown up in human society and receiving human education and ideas, I am simply not suitable to lead the orcs who are still stuck in the primitive clan society.
Because the two are completely opposite in terms of ideas and values.
When orcs encounter problems or conflicts, the first thing they always think of is to use violence to solve them.
Their idea is very naive and stupid, that is, as long as the person causing the problem and conflict is gone, things will be solved naturally.
But when human beings encounter the same situation, they often tend to reach an agreement acceptable to both parties through law, negotiation, etc. without resorting to violence.
Only after conflicts become irreconcilable will violence become an option.
At the beginning, Thrall felt that he could slowly go through a series of transformations to gradually make these compatriots less impulsive and have the ability to think calmly and rationally like humans.
But now it seems that he obviously made a mistake, a very, very huge mistake.
Things like this involving tradition and culture cannot be changed casually.
Although everyone talked about bravery and honor before, it seems that everyone has stepped out of the darkness of the past and is embracing a brand new future.
But once this kind of dilemma occurs, the brutality and ferocity in the orcs' bones will be stimulated, making it very difficult to communicate and manage.
Therefore, Saar is now facing not only external troubles, but also increasingly serious internal worries.
After being silent for a long time, he finally couldn't help but sigh slightly: "Oh - what should I do now? Go talk to the naval hero of Kul Tiras? Or..."
"Or just kill him?"
A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.
"who?"
Thrall turned around suddenly and saw a completely unfamiliar young human being sitting on the chair that originally belonged to him, raising his feet on the table of the desk in a very relaxed and comfortable posture.
"Long time no see, dear Sal. Tell me, do you feel the pain and despair of not being understood now? Do you feel that your hopeless compatriots are not worth saving at all?"
Zuo Si, who had just come from Theros space-time, held his chin with one hand and stared directly into the other person's eyes.
He could clearly feel that Sal's tension, anxiety, pain, despair and other negative emotions were constantly accumulating, and he couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth with a playful smile.
"Are you the demon who turned Grom and me into this horrible state?!"
The young warchief is indeed one of the few wise men among the orcs.
Although Zuo Si showed up last time disguised as a demon from the Burning Legion, he still managed to identify it immediately.
"Haha, I have many identities and forms, the one you have seen before is just one of them."
As he said that, Zuo Si's body shape began to change drastically. In just a few seconds, it changed into the previous appearance that merged the blood of Hakkar and the blood of the Dread Lord, and then quickly changed back again.
"How about it, have you seen it? Appearance is a very deceptive disguise. As long as you know a little bit about transformation or illusion magic, you can easily play various roles."
"So you're not a demon?"
Sal's nerves were obviously tense, and he probed with a furrowed brow.
Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, I can indeed be regarded as a demon to a certain extent now, but it has nothing to do with the Burning Legion. On the contrary, I am a mortal enemy with them. In addition, you can call me directly
For Soth.”
"Thos? God of Contract!"
Sal's pupils suddenly dilated, his heartbeat accelerated several times in an instant, and his pupils began to glow with a strange blood-red light.
This is a manifestation of the stress reaction of the blood orcs after being stimulated by the outside world.
This shows how shocked and unbelievable he was.
Because if this is true, then there must be a huge conspiracy hidden behind the whole thing.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Yes, it's me."
Zuo Si responded in the affirmative generously.
At this moment, he no longer needs to hide his identity, it is time to show his cards and harvest the opponent's extremely valuable soul.
With the layout complete, from now on Thrall will experience a game where no matter what choice he makes, it will ultimately be the wrong one.
"In other words, the Kul Tiras naval fleet suddenly launched an attack on us under your command? What exactly do you want to do?"
Thrall held back his fear and anger and asked sternly.
The young chief could not understand at all how he had offended the god in front of him, so that the other party pretended to drive out all the orcs.
"It's simple, I want to play a game with you.
A game about whether orcs are worth saving.
What you have to do is keep making choices and finally come to a conclusion.
If you finally come to the conclusion that it is worthwhile, then I will find you and your compatriots a beautiful world with abundant products to settle down and thrive.
But if the final conclusion is that it's not worth it, then your soul will belong to me.
Well, it’s fair, isn’t it?”
Zuo Si smiled and explained the specific rules of the game.
If it were other orcs, I am afraid that they would have eagerly agreed by now, and firmly believed in their hearts that they would come to the conclusion that it was "worth it".
But Sal was obviously very alert, his face was full of vigilance and suspicion, and he didn't speak for a long time.
It wasn't until several minutes later that he cautiously asked: "What will happen if I choose not to participate?"
Zuo Si replied without thinking: "It will become extinct.
Whether it's the orcs of Azeroth or the orcs of Draenor.
I will turn them into war machines like the Blood Orcs, and then throw them into the most dangerous battlefield to consume them completely.
Never doubt this.
Because I have taken control of the Dark Temple in Moon Shadow Valley and stationed a huge army there.
As long as you are willing, you can do what you did to the draenei and do it to the orcs at any time.
Especially the so-called Road to Glory, I think it is quite creative and should be recreated as a classic."
While saying these words, Zuo Si had a creepy smile on his face.
The malice emanating from his soul immediately made Sal couldn't help but shiver. He subconsciously took two steps back and cursed with rapid breathing: "Damn it! You are simply a crazy butcher! Don't your conscience feel this?
Are you uneasy?"
"Butcher? Has a bad conscience?"
Zuo Si showed a disdainful expression and mocked: "These two words spoken from an orc's mouth are really full of black humor.
After all, what I did was just repeating what you have done before.
Don't forget that it was you who launched the genocide against the draenei.
That corpse-strewn road still runs between the Dark Portal and the Citadel in Hellfire Peninsula.
You can ask the orcs who participated in this war, do they feel uneasy in their hearts?
Ah, look.
Many of the guys who are clamoring outside to launch a war to conquer the entire Azeroth and turn all other races into slaves were those who witnessed it back then.
Do you think that with their current faces, they seem to feel remorseful, repentant, and have uneasy consciences for the crimes they have committed?"
moment!
Thrall fell into speechless silence.
As the chief of the tribe, how could he not know how many warriors among the orcs still recognized the barbaric, bloodthirsty, strength-oriented style of the old tribe, and how many orcs were secretly studying the evil spells of warlocks.
It is basically impossible to get these guys to admit their past mistakes and change their ways.
Of course, Thrall has never had similar extravagant desires.
I just hope that they won't cause trouble, do their jobs honestly, and contribute to the entire orc family.
But even this most basic requirement, which can even be described as humble, cannot be met.
The representative of this type of orc is undoubtedly Grom Hellscream.
After a while, Thrall raised his head and defended in a not very confident tone: "Not all orcs are like them.
Just like humans have good guys and bad guys, there are also good and bad orcs.
What's more, we have also been deceived, deceived and used by the demons of the Burning Legion.
And I can promise you that if you give me a chance, I can prove that orcs can rise above their dark past."
"Sorry, I already gave you a chance.
But the answer sheet you handed over was that Grom Hellscream and his Warsong clan once again took the initiative to drink the blood of demons, and killed the allies of the night elves and the jungle demigods who had outstanding achievements in the War of the Ancients——
Cenarion.
So your guarantee is worthless in my eyes, let alone trustworthy.
Because Li simply does not have the ability to completely control this loose tribal alliance composed of different orc clans, let alone the small actions of the chiefs in private.
Now your only option is to play a game with your soul on the line."
Zuo Si interrupted Sal's tirade without politeness.
Because he has never been a sympathetic person, and he is not interested in the self-salvation of the orcs. The only thing he wants is a valuable soul.
Apart from this, he doesn't care at all or cares whether the orc race will perish or not.
Talking in front of him was useless. Sal quickly adjusted his mentality and forced himself to calm down. Then he took a deep breath and asked: "Then how is this game going to be played? What are the rules?"
Zuo Si calmly explained: "At the next critical moment, I will provide you with corresponding choices.
What you have to do is keep choosing one of the two until the game is over.
In other words, this is a bet.
My bet is on the dark side of orc nature.
What you are betting on is the good side of orc nature.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Don’t worry, I will not use any method to influence the orcs in this process, they will only follow the truest thoughts in their hearts.
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"Okay! I'll bet you!"
Sal is undoubtedly a very decisive person.
After hearing that the fate of himself and the entire race would be determined entirely by the orcs' independent consciousness without exerting any influence, he felt that he could give it a go.
Because even though there are a lot of bloodthirsty and cruel guys among the orcs, there are also many people who sincerely repent.
As long as they were still there, he would never be able to conclude that the orcs were hopeless.
Seeing that Thrall had fallen into the trap he had carefully crafted, Zuo Si immediately clapped his hands happily, and praised while clapping: "You are indeed a natural leader who can lead the defeated orcs out of the shadows. I like your decisiveness and confidence.
.Now that the contract has been reached, let us directly enter the first selection link."
"Oh? What's the first choice?"
Sal narrowed his eyes and probed cautiously.
"The first choice concerns Dailin, the commander of the Kul Tiran naval fleet.
I believe you should know very well that the reason why he is so hostile to the orcs, apart from the evil deeds of wanton massacre of humans in the Eastern Continent in the old tribal era, is also due to the fact that his eldest son died at the hands of the red dragon cavalry of the dragon roar clan orcs.
Therefore, the hatred caused by the pain of losing a child in middle age is almost impossible to resolve.
You can try to convince him by showing kindness and sincerity, or you can kill him outright.
But you must be prepared for the series of chain reactions and serious consequences that will follow.
Remember, you can only choose one of these two options.
Otherwise, as long as Daelin is still alive, he will block Azshara's coastline, making it impossible for you to go fishing and obtain sufficient food.
You know best how irritable, violent, and dangerous orcs and trolls can become when they begin to starve."
Zuo Si put forward the first dilemma very simply.
Because persuading Dai Lin to give up revenge on the orcs is a complete fantasy.
Even his biological daughter Jaina couldn't do this, let alone a green-skinned orc who could make the naval commander furious and want to kill him just by looking at him.
So Thrall actually has only one choice, and that is to kill Dailin.
And this means completely angering Jaina, who has grown into an archmage, and the sea powerhouse Kul Tiras, as well as the powerful alliance behind the two.
When the time comes, Jaina will definitely bring her army to the door to avenge her father, which is equivalent to putting on a good show of flooding Orgrimmar in advance.
Zuo Si felt a strong sense of satisfaction and accomplishment when he thought that this move would allow Jaina to avoid twenty years of detours and directly skip the "Madonna" stage and evolve into a demon who is crazy and hostile to the tribe.
After all, the completely bewildered white-haired Gianna is the "daughter of the sea" in the true sense.
"Kill or persuade Dai Lin..."
A tangled expression suddenly appeared on Thrall's face, and he obviously didn't expect that the first choice in this game would be so difficult.
You must know that since the news that the fishing villages and watchtowers on the coastline were destroyed by naval guns came back, he has been thinking hard these days, eager to find a stable solution.
Unfortunately, the other party didn't give him any chance.
Even the envoys sent to express their willingness to negotiate could not escape the bombardment of naval guns.
Afterwards, even the most outstanding witch doctor of the Darkspear tribe expressed embarrassment that he was not good at sewing up the broken corpse and burying it.
But soon, Thrall suddenly realized something and raised his head suddenly: "No! Aren't Dailin and his fleet all your followers? Since you asked them to block Azshara's coastline, why did you do it again?
Give me the option to kill him?"
Zuo Si replied meaningfully: "Because death means relief for Dai Lin, who has been trapped in pain and hatred.
He no longer wanted to live and longed for someone to end his life in battle.
I'm just fulfilling his wish.
What's more, once Dai Lin dies, his soul will go to the place I rule and be reborn in another form.
In this way, in order to be able to reunite with her father after death, Jaina will naturally become my believer.
Compared to Dai Lin, his daughter's soul is obviously extra precious.
May I ask what reason I have not to do this?"
"So you planned it from the beginning? If I choose to kill Dailin, you can gain Jaina's faith and soul. If I choose not to kill him, there will inevitably be riots and rebellions within the tribe due to lack of food.
You can get my soul." Thrall asked through gritted teeth.
It is easy to see from that ferocious expression that he hates this terrible feeling of being manipulated or even fooled by others.
"Haha, as I said before, this is a bet.
If you can't afford it, don't serve it.
What's more, we have already reached a contract before, and now it's too late to regret it.
Finally, I’ll provide you with some free information.
Daelin and his captains will camp on a small island southwest of Azshara's coastline at night.
If you want to meet him, take someone to swim over under the cover of night.
By the way, you only get one chance, so make sure you take advantage of it.”
After saying that, Zuo Si stood up from the chair and patted the other party's shoulder with a very frivolous movement, and then disappeared in an instant.
As soon as he left, Sal suddenly raised his fist and smashed the desk with a loud bang, destroying everything in the room crazily while roaring like a beast.
"Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!"
The guard guarding the door heard such a loud noise and hurried in to check the situation. As a result, he was scolded and kicked out.
After venting for almost five minutes, Sal slowly calmed down. He kept getting rough like a wild horse after running wildly, and the whites of his eyes were densely covered with bloodshot eyes.
As one of the few camp leaders in Azeroth who can see the overall situation clearly, he obviously knows that he has no room for bargaining.
We can only use this information to meet with Dai Lin, and at the same time be prepared to kill him if he cannot persuade him, so as to relieve the imminent food supply crisis first.
As for what needs to be done in the future, we’ll talk about it later.
If there is no way to survive the current crisis, the tribe will have no future at all.
Just when Thrall was planning to bring a small number of the most elite personal guards and Varok Saurfang, the most outstanding orc warrior after Grom Hellscream, to take action tonight, the corner of the room that was originally in a mess
Suddenly strange black smoke began to appear.
Immediately afterwards, a female dwarf wearing a dark purple robe with blue-green hair emerged from inside.
Her appearance is very similar to that of the bronze dragon Chromie, except that there is a thick black shadow around her eyes, and her lips are as dark as the color of her robe.
I saw this little guy first looking around very vigilantly, as if to confirm something, and then said in a very urgent tone: "Sal, do you want to get back your usurped destiny? You want to rewrite this wrong time.
Need a line? We can help you!”
"Usurped destiny?
Wrong timeline?
What are you talking about? Why can’t I understand you?
Also, where do you guys think this is?
Is it a public restroom where you can come and go when you want?"
Sal's anger obviously hadn't completely calmed down yet, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out and catch the little dwarf who had intruded without permission.
But the next second...
He was surprised to find that the other party suddenly "teleported" from the front to his back.
Flash spell?
No!
wrong!
There was clearly no fluctuation of arcane energy just now.
Just when Sal was puzzled, a golden light that looked like an hourglass suddenly appeared out of thin air.
Immediately afterwards, a white-haired female dwarf who was almost identical except for the color also appeared out of thin air, scolding with a serious face: "Damn bastard! You are tampering with and interfering with the timeline again!"
"Hmph! Anyway, the entire time flow has completely collapsed now, and all timelines are converging towards this only timeline. I am also doing this to restore everything to its previous state. But you, why are you chasing after me?
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The dark-colored female dwarf asked with a sneer.
"Of course to stop you! Because in this timeline, the future scene is no longer a terrible destruction. But you are trying to destroy it for your own selfishness."
After saying that, the white-haired dwarf instantly transformed into a huge bronze dragon, opened his mouth and spit out a breath containing the power of time.
You don't need to ask to know that she is Chromie, who has been fighting against the Eternal Dragon Legion recently.
And that almost identical dark replica is her other self who became the Eternal Dragon after she fell at the end of time.
Since the two of them knew each other thoroughly, the battle became extremely fierce and anxious from the beginning.
Before Thrall could even figure out what was happening, the entire chieftain's hall was torn apart by two dragons.
Not only the chief's hall, but also the settlement that was beginning to take shape as a city was severely damaged in the battle between the two dragons.
As we all know, orc buildings generally use local materials, whatever is nearby.
The construction method is also quite rough and wild, and it is even difficult to make it airtight. They are basically shacks and enlarged versions of shacks.
It's a joke for a building like this to withstand the impact of a giant dragon.
In just a few minutes, Chromie and her darkened self turned the place that the orcs spent a lot of time and effort to build into ruins.
Although Thrall and many powerful orcs have taken action to complete the feat of slaying the dragon, the problem is that both the bronze dragon and the eternal dragon have the power of time, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people like them.
Whenever someone approaches, the two dragons will instantly escape into the flow of events, negating all attacks.
This undoubtedly gave the arrogant orc warriors a strong sense of frustration, and they could only watch their newly built home being destroyed in the battle between the two giant dragons.
If you also include the huge losses caused by the blockade of the coastline, it would be equivalent to all the time they had been busy in Azshara in vain.
"Great Chief! What is going on? Where did those two dragons come from? Why didn't our sentry tower notice it in advance?"
Varok Saurfang, who was in charge of settlement security, asked loudly with a puzzled look on his face.
While instructing his men to evacuate the residents to a safe place, Thrall replied irritably: "Don't ask me, I don't know either. They suddenly appeared in the chief's hall, and then started fighting over a disagreement.
And this weird ability completely baffles me."
He couldn't believe in his dreams that he would encounter so many unfortunate things in a short period of time.
"Then what should we do now? Just watch two dragons wreak havoc on our homeland?"
Varok Saurfang's tone was filled with strong reluctance.
As a warrior, he is never afraid of any opponent, not even the legendary dragon.
But the problem is that now these two giant dragons cannot be attacked at all, and even touching them is a luxury.
"There is no other way. Let's evacuate people first to avoid casualties."
Sal sighed helplessly.
"Alas - that's all we can do now."
Saurfang also sighed and immediately led his men to join the rescue effort.
On the other side, the battle between the two Chromies has reached a fever pitch.
Through the constantly changing scenery and phantoms in the time flow, it can be confirmed that they are traveling through different time cracks at this moment.
And due to Zuo Si's influence, all timelines are merging towards a single timeline.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Before this process is completely completed, both the Eternal Dragon Legion and the Bronze Dragon Legion have completely lost control of time, and various endless chaos are destroying them.
everything.
There are even a lot of overlapping timelines, and people who were originally in two parallel timelines see each other, or they travel back to the past and change the future.
What's even worse is that multiple timelines that were originally unstructured suddenly split into more than a dozen sections, and then were mixed together in an extremely weird way.
For example, in a certain timeline, after Arthas killed Sylvanas and resurrected her as an undead, he suddenly transformed from a ruthless death knight to a domineering president, and started a "sweeping" evil relationship with the latter.
Due to fate, the lovers finally got married and held a grand wedding with everyone's blessings.
For another example, when Arthas was escorting Jaina to Dalaran, he suddenly fell in love with the elf prince Kael'thas for some reason, and ended up dumping Jaina directly. The two handsome men fell in love.
In short, there is no weirdest thing, only weirder things.
All timelines began to break up and reorganize around this single timeline, which can even be described as chaos.
The Eternal Dragon and the Bronze Dragon were fighting each other in this chaos.
Among them, the bronze dragon is protecting this only timeline, while the eternal dragon army hopes to destroy the only timeline and restore time to a dispersed state with infinite possibilities.
"give up!
You can't possibly succeed!
The power of Soth is too powerful. No matter how hard you struggle, you will eventually be unable to escape the fate of disappearing.
Because the future of Nozdormu that is destined to fall has been changed, and you are just the remnants of the chaos line.
When this fusion is completed, all eternal dragons will cease to exist."
While Chromie roared, he grabbed the other one with his claws and kept rolling in mid-air.
But the Eternal Dragon was not to be outdone, and retorted with a sneer: "Stop dreaming! The future has not been determined yet. Who told you that it will be you and not us who can win the final victory of this war of time? As long as the Eternal Dragon Army grabs the bronze
The Dragon Legion previously took control of the most important time node, so we have a bargaining chip with that person."
"Don't even think about it! I will never allow you to steal the time node!"
Having said that, Chromie rushed forward like crazy, intending to push this evil version of himself out of the time stream, preferably into a closed time loop.
In that case, the other party will have to put in a lot of effort if they want to come out again.
"Hahahaha! It's not up to you."
The Eternal Dragon suddenly spit out an hourglass with black smoke coming out of its mouth.
Chromie's face changed drastically when he saw this, and he subconsciously wanted to stay away, but it was too late.
The moment the black hourglass turned upside down, her body completely stopped all movements, as if it was frozen.
The Eternal Dragon walked forward calmly and touched it lightly with the hourglass. The former was instantly photographed into a palm-sized two-dimensional photo. Then it quickly returned to its dwarf form, held up the photo, and kissed it hard.
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