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"Well done." The echoes left by Medivh here exclaimed. Ryan's war hammer finally knocked down Black Hand. The white armor stood in front of the black plate armor, and the king's war hammer gleamed. Nathanos felt like he saw a picture

Layan, it was the same when he defeated Orgrim.

The treasure chest was opened. Nathanos walked over. What Medivh left him was unexpected - Atiesh, Medivh's staff. Why would he keep this thing? Nathanos was not

Master, this thing is useless at all.

'Maybe he left some clues here.' Nathanos slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to take out the staff to find out.

The undead felt as if he took a sharp breath.

He couldn't get rid of the staff. It wasn't that he was unwilling to let go, but that he couldn't. He felt like he was being sucked. Not only that, he saw that the bricks and tiles around the room were being destroyed by unknown objects.

The power was withdrawn, and the wind blowing from nowhere blew his face, making it difficult for him to open his eyes. The decorations on the wall were flying everywhere.

When his vision became blurry, Nathanos felt thousands of scenes again, and everything in the world suddenly rose into the sky and appeared in front of his eyes. Various scenes in the world, war scenes, and unknown creatures were all before his eyes. Rumors spread through his ears.

All kinds of voices came from all living things, and the voices came from all living things living in the past, present and future. He saw a tall humanoid creature, a kind of human being with a rougher appearance; he also saw a tall man in the desert.

Triangular building; deep in the jungle, trolls were performing a living sacrifice ceremony, and a huge snake-like monster burst out of the blood. The thousands of strange colors brought by countless pictures made him dizzy.

When these strange phenomena appeared, Nathanos was surprised to find that he could not move, but his consciousness was still there, and his consciousness frightened him. He was moving, but he was sure that his legs were not moving.

In desperation, Nathanos opened his eyes. He lowered his head and was shocked. The world was moving? No, he turned into a big bird flying around. His vision was moving forward. He crossed

We climbed the mountains, watched the animals become smaller and smaller, and saw the most distant river.

Although he was panicked, Nathanos suddenly noticed some abnormalities, which may be related to the source of the sound. Many things looked wrong. He heard the sound of fine sand flowing, and he was approaching in the direction of the sound.

The closer he got, the more uneasy he became.

Just as he crossed another mountain, he discovered that the other side of the mountain was actually a desert. And a strange tall building instantly caught his attention. It is not accurate to say that it was a building. It was a funnel, which was magnified to the point that

A funnel comparable to a tall building. That weird sound was caused by the downward flow of sand in the funnel. These yellow sands were like the embodiment of time. Watching them go by, Nathanos felt terrified.

"What is this?"

Although he was thinking about this problem, Nathanos was surprised that he was still getting closer, and then he discovered a terrifying fact. He was being pulled by some kind of force, and that force came from the hourglass in front of him.

'Am I going to be sucked in?'

What he thought didn't happen. The funnel seemed to be just a visual effect, but soon Nathanos realized that he had thought wrong. A deafening roar came from the funnel. It had been so long since the last time he heard such a sound.

Many years have passed, but no matter how much time passes, Nathanos will never forget the roar of Azeroth's most powerful creature.

"The dragon..."

Nathanos disappeared, leaving the chess hall in a mess. Tiesh's staff stood where he disappeared. After the storm was over, there were tiny footsteps in the corridor, making the quiet room even more eerie.

Moros rolled his orange eyes. The master's chessboard has been remade. Orcs and humans are facing each other, but no one is driving them. The butler jumped off the high platform and pulled out Medivh's staff. He planned to temporarily use it

Place it in the guardian's room.

"Mr. Nathanos not only forgot to take this thing away, but also made a mess here. Someone needs to be sent to clean it up. Otherwise, the owner will not be happy when he comes back."

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The orc Brox Shiga Saurfang was summoned, and he received orders from Chief Thrall. No one in the tribe disrespected Brox because he was a great hero in the war against the demons.

He is not afraid of any enemy, but time has worn away his soul. His hair is not much and has begun to turn gray, and his face is covered with scars and wrinkles.

Thrall chose him not only because of his reputation and rich experience, but more importantly, Thrall knew that Brox would be loyal to him. And the tasks he wanted to assign also required a trustworthy person to carry out.

Brox came to the Valley of Wisdom, where Warchief Thrall's main fortress was located. When the Kor'kron soldiers on guard saw Brox approaching, they all put their right hands on their hearts to pay the highest respect to the orc hero.

He walked into the main castle and pushed open the curtain that blocked his view. To his surprise, Thrall was not sitting on the chief's throne, but sitting on the ground with another old orc, an old shaman. Brox knew

Thrall did this to show respect.

The chief sat on the ground and crossed his legs so that he could look directly at the old shaman. The Doomhammer was placed in front of his crossed legs.

The new chief of the orcs is very burly and is considered very young in the tribe, but no one doubts his leadership ability. He took the orcs out of the shelter and helped them regain their glory and pride. He also signed a contract with humans.

Treaty. His people have already praised him and will pass it on from generation to generation.

Similarly, Brox also respected Thrall. The warrior lowered his head and asked humbly: "I am honored to be here. How can I help you, Warchief?"

"Just listen to me." The person who answered him was not Thrall, but the old orc in front of Thrall. "Listen carefully." He emphasized again.

Brox's eyes were full of doubts. He sought Thrall's guidance, but the chief only told him that the old shaman's name was Kassel.

So the orcs who had just arrived also sat down, just to the left of Cashel.

Then Kalser told Brooks that he saw a giant hourglass and how time flowed through it. He said that he heard those voices, those warnings, and those very strange feelings.

He was worried that something would happen if he didn't find out what was going on.

"Broxshigar?" Thrall called the name.

The owner of the name understood: "You want to send me to detect unknown hidden dangers, right?"

"This is the safest approach. This way at least we can figure out what kind of situation we are facing."
Chapter completed!