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"The night elves call this place the Ridge of the World, but you may have heard of it another name: Northrend."

Standing on the top of the mountain, Mnozdo appeared behind Nathanos. He waved his hand and flew away with the eternal young dragon who came here with Nathanos.

"Why bring me here?"

"This is a good place to talk." Mnozdo sat down. Compared to before, he looked very calm now, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

"I have returned to this place at countless time points, and this is where the guardian dragons were born. Here, the Titans gave the five dragons powerful power. I have been wondering many times, if I had rejected that gift at the beginning, would I not have to bear the heavy responsibility of protecting the world?"

Nathanos frowned in confusion, and he felt that Mnozdo seemed to be provoking something. "Speak straight!"

"Why don't you ask me to help you change your destiny?"

Hope for a new life surged in Nathanos's heart...it was his own life.

"you……"

A smile gradually appeared on the corner of the King of Eternity's mouth. He didn't say it at first because he knew that Nathanos had an answer in his heart.

"Why don't you continue?" Mnozdo whispered softly.

"I want to go to the beach..." The undead really didn't know what to say, so he made such a request. Mnozdo did not express his dissatisfaction, and stood up to recite the mantra. When Nathanos opened his eyes again, he saw the waves rushing towards him, stopping not far from his feet.

"You can continue to say it. Why don't you let me change your destiny?"

"I don't like asking for help."

"Even if you beg me, I can't do it!"

Nathanos faced him, shocked and speechless. He suspected that he had heard it wrong. The existence of controlling time could not change the past?

Mnozdo saw his doubts and reminded him: "Don't forget Brox."

Orc Nathanos' eyes widened. He looked at the surging sea. He could not see the sea in the kingdom of the night elves, but now the entire continent is divided, like... a world ten thousand years later.

History has not changed, so what position should people like them who go back to experience all this in person ten thousand years ago?

The undead looked at the sea and remembered all the people he saw died under the Burning Legion, including his time and this period.

Now, he lost another comrade. Nathanos never thought he would be sad for an orc, but he was like that now. Brox was a strong warrior and a noble companion. He jumped down and walked through the portal, and he knew that there was a terrible bad luck waiting for him, but he did not hesitate at all. The orc knew that war would take time, and he won time for it.

Nathanos knelt on the beach, and in his opinion this sea was a gift for Brox. Without the sacrifice of orcs, this sea would not have appeared. Sargeras would probably immediately cross the portal and kill everyone.

Because of this, Nathanos's question was pushed to the pinnacle by Brox's sacrifice. He couldn't figure it out. Maybe Mnozdo knew everything.

"Did Brox bring history back to its original track, or is he a part of this history?"

Mnozdo applauded, as if this question could cost him a lot of talk.

"You can ask this... it is already considered as the ultimate mortal who can spy on time. But it is not right. In fact, without you, the Burning Legion will fail, and the Well of Eternity will explode."

Nathanos stood up, and the King of Eternal explanation made him very angry, "Is Brox's sacrifice pointless?"

"I don't mean that." Mnozdo picked up a shell on the coast, and he pinched it, and the shell immediately turned into white ash. "What I want to say is that the past cannot be changed at all. Brox has told you this with his life, Nathanos. In this era, there shouldn't be humans and orcs, but even if you appear, it should still happen, but the process is different."

"So, I can no longer change my destiny." Nathanos looked bitterly at the fragments that kept drifting towards the shore. The tide brought a lot of things, mostly fragments of plants, and garbage from the Night Elf Kingdom. Fragments of clothes, wrecks of furniture, rotten food, and of course many corpses. But thankfully, there were not many corpses and no one lived here.

"The past cannot be changed, but what will happen in the future, who knows?"

"Don't you know?"

"Norzdom lost control of the future time a long time ago, otherwise... I wouldn't have been there."

"I do not understand."

"Eighteen years before the door of darkness opened, the cave of time moved abnormally. What was originally going to happen in the future suddenly disappeared without a trace. Some people who should have disappeared were still there, and some people who should have died were still alive. As the king of time, Norzdorm would not sit idly by, but on that day, he could not see the future, and the scene in front of him was blurred." Mnozdo paused, the muscles on his face were tense, and he did not want to show a sad expression.

"And the reason for such a major change... was the birth of a mortal..." The King of Eternity turned his head and looked at Nathanos. He saw it astonished and panic.

Eighteen years before the door of Darkness opened, Nathanos clearly remembered this time, and that was the year when he came to this world.

"Norzdom was very anxious and scared. The future changes indicate that Azeroth had an abnormality. He wanted to find out the reason. He sent many descendants and searched the whole world. However, no major happened during that period, nor could it be found. Later, Medivh fell, Stormwind fell, and then the alliance was established, everything was so normal. He could not find anything until Alextasa was imprisoned by orcs. Deathwing was brewing a conspiracy in the war. At that time, the dragon clan had long been divided, Malygos was crazy, and Isera was ignorant of the world. In order to protect himself, Norzdom decided to calm the matter down. He recalled the descendants to avoid the anger of the world-destroying people. It was precisely because of this that you escaped the most dangerous period."

"Has I done something to change history?" asked Nathanos, not knowing that he had always had a sharp sword hanging on his head.

"You have changed someone - your wife, Aurelia Windrunner. She should have disappeared on the other side of the Dark Gate with Turayan's Expeditionary Force, but she stayed, and what is even more incredible is that she is now the Regent of Quel'thalas."

"So, did Nazdom do nothing? After all, I seem to have made things bad."

"He buried himself under the yellow sand, fell into confusion, and struggled in endless doubts. Fear possessed him, and then... I was born!"

"How is it different from him?"

"Don't worry, I'll tell you later." Mnozdo sighed and continued: "After the war ended, the alliance's expedition forces disappeared behind the Dark Gate, but the Red Dragon Queen was still in the hands of the orcs. Shortly afterwards, Crasus was preparing to rescue his queen. Norzdom didn't want to wait any longer. He sent his right-hand man Crodom to Dalaran for help, but the other party did not want to participate in the affairs of the Bronze Dragon. Although he was rejected, Norzdom had decided to use the Demon Soul incident to lead to the culprits that caused time turmoil. He succeeded, and your appearance completely changed the fate of Wenleza Windrunner and Ronin. So he decided to eradicate you."

"But I've experienced so many things and never been attacked by a bronze dragon."

"Because I stopped him. I sent my descendants to protect you secretly." Mnozdo explained. It was hard for Nathanos to imagine how many battles happened in places he could not see, because Grimbato happened a long time ago.

"Why do you want to help me?"

"You just asked me what is different from Nozdom. I can tell you that I am the opposite of him. He sticks to the imminent history and future, and is unwilling to admit that he has lost control of the future. I... seek change and accept it happily. I can't see the future and have doubted you, but you survived after facing the tribe and the Death Wings. Even when you sacrificed your life against the Scourge, you existed in another way. You did not disappear anyway, which is by no means a coincidence." Mnozdo shook his head, "I feel that you... are very different."

“Maybe my presence will make the future worse.”

"Who knows? Everything needs to be tried."

The sea gradually calmed down, just like this conversation.

Nathanos closed his eyes, "Thank you."

"What else do you want to know now?"

"What exactly makes Nozdom trapped in the Well of Eternity."

"The universe was once a void, and then three forces appeared, one was the Titan born from the planet, the other was the intelligent body Naru, which spreads the holy light, and the other was the void that devoured everything. Before Azeroth appeared in civilization, the void threw four powerful ancient gods into this land, Enzos, Cthun, Yug Saron, and... Yashaji. They enslaved the elements and controlled the planet separately until the arrival of the Titans. When the gods were fighting Yashaji, Amansur, the father of the gods, personally pulled the ancient god out of the depths of the earth and pinched it into pieces. Yashaji's body scattered

When he fell to the surface, the evil air exhaled before his death polluted the Panda people's homes. Although Yashaji was dead, it brought serious disaster to Azeroth. A huge gap appeared on the surface, and Azeroth trembled in pain. In order to make up for the wound, Amansur built the gap for the well of eternity. Although Yashaji died, his influence was still there, and part of his torso was sealed under the well of eternity. Nozdom was caught by him and dragged into the well of eternity. With Yashaji's lesson, the Titans knew that they could not directly destroy the ancient gods, so they sealed all the remaining ancient gods."

"There is an ancient god under the Eternal Well?" Nathanos laughed, "Why hasn't anyone noticed it, but I can feel it?"

"Because you came into contact with the ancient god Nathanos in Nesario's lair, do you miss the world it weaved for you?"

Mnozdo's eyes narrowed. Nathanos was speechless for a moment. He could not not yearn for his life, but in his dream, he knew that the living would never accept the dead. He, even other undead who had recovered their freedom, faced the cold facts.

"The last question, can the dead be resurrected?"

"Didn't Medivh's mother tell you the answer?"

"So you know! You and Medivh..."

"The Guardian does not have the ability to travel through time. It was because I set up magic on Etiyes that brought you back to this era. The purpose is to let you understand the world more."

The undead pulled out Salamani and stroked the sword body, "This is a thrilling trip. I figured out a lot of things and solved many questions."

"So...what are you going to do, Nathanos Maris?"

The undead's eyes stared at the connection between the sky and the ocean, and said firmly: "What I want to do... happens in the future!"

"It seems you have figured it out." Mnoz laughed, and he was about to open the door of time and space to go back.

At this time, something on the sea drifted close to the undead, swung up and down the water twice, and then sank into the water. Nathanos ignored it at first, but suddenly he felt a strange feeling. The thing actually had traces of magic.

Nathanos walked into the water and bent down.

It's Brox's Battle Axe!

That's right, it's his battle axe. Nathanos saw orcs wielding this weapon many times. Although the size is not small, the pair-edged battle axe is extremely easy to pick up, and it feels as light as goose feathers. The battle axe is not wet with water.

"How is this possible?" he murmured to himself, looking at the sea with confusion.

No ghosts flew out from the bottom of the sea. The undead looked down at the battle axe, looked up at the sea, and turned to look at the battle axe.

"Azeroth will not let any hero who defends it be forgotten by people." The Eternal King said behind him.

After a while, Nathanos looked up into the distance. A picture appeared in his mind: Brox was guarding the portal, struggling to kill the demons, screaming and letting more demons come over.

The undead suddenly raised the battle axe above his head, and this is how the orcs saluted the sacrificed hero.
Chapter completed!