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The two small bronze dragon sculptures on the phase of time woke up and let out dragon roars. The sand grains began to glow and rotate in the hourglass, emitting a soft musical sound, and the energy erupted from it was like a golden tornado, covering the area in an instant.

Everyone.

Time has been stopped.

People's expressions were frozen, some were angry, some were anxious, and some were confused. There were only three people present who were not affected by the hourglass energy.

"Look, look, even the gods who claim to be powerful cannot escape the constraints of time." Kairoz's expression looked particularly joyful. The four gods were all controlled by time without exception, and their whole bodies were covered with gold, like a statue.

Statue. Then, Kairoz locked his sights on Nathanos. "It's time to say goodbye, Blight One."

"You?" Nathanos' gaze switched back and forth between Kairoz and Garrosh.

"Don't look at me like that. What you should be paying attention to most is not us, but..."

Everything happened so fast. The roar of the Heart of Azeroth warned him. Nathanos summoned his war blade, turned and raised it above his head, blocking the sudden attack. The attacker shrouded himself

Under the black robe, Nathanos was surprised to find that their strength was almost the same.

When he turned back, a huge portal had appeared behind Garrosh and Kairoz. Nathanos saw a rich and fertile land through the portal. Where was the bronze dragon going to take Hellscream?

"Hello, Blighter."

This voice? Nathanos turned around suddenly. Kairoz was right, the person he wanted to pay attention to should be this guy.

"Where is Sylvanas?" He roared angrily, and his anger gave him strength. The attacker was pushed back by him. Only then did he see that the weapon in the opponent's hand was also a war blade. On the war blade

Glowing red magic runes.

"You care about her very much." The man teased him in an extremely relaxed tone.

Nathanos could not feel the power in this man's body, nor could he judge his origin. But Azeroth would not deceive him. This man was the one who caused the world to panic. Not long ago, in Feralas, he suddenly fell into weakness.

The situation still frightened Nathanos.

"Who are you?"

"If you want to find that woman, then come with me."

Behind the black-robed attacker, a huge and flowing gray-black crack opened, like a dangerous quagmire. He walked in. The crack was not closed and was still waiting for Nathanos to make a decision.

The Heart of Azeroth was preventing him from taking steps. There was danger there. However, the Blighter did not make any mental struggle. The only thing he was worried about was the increasingly loud and erratic sounds in his ears, among which there were

The sound of canvas blowing.

Wings and airships! The people of the Dragonmaw clan have arrived.

Nathanos looked at the positions of Alleria and Beloriel. The two elves were also frozen in place, their eyes always on him.

They can protect themselves. Nathanos suppressed the energy of the Heart of Azeroth and strode closer to the crack. He didn't know what was behind the crack, but if Sylvanas was inside, no matter what

No matter how dangerous it is, he will go.

The moment he stepped into the crack, he released a power that lifted the constraints of time.

The inside of the crack was as dark as it looked from the outside. Nathanos kept walking forward, as if his body was in an ice flow. The opening behind him also disappeared. The place where he stood fluctuated, and Nathanos' consciousness suddenly

Swinging and rolling forward. The feeling of his body touching the hard ground made him realize that he had reached the other end. He raised his head and looked around to see where he was.

This should be the inner hall of some kind of building, which is very similar to the former Icecrown Citadel, but Nathanos has never been here. The stone pillars supporting the hall space have sharp edges and corners, and the material is like Saronite, but not like it.

The facilities are very simple, with many hanging cages and chains to restrain people's hands.

A prison? Nathanos thought, then thought of something, and he tried it. Sure enough, the Heart of Azeroth no longer responded to his call. Being able to cut off the connection between him and Azeroth was extremely dangerous.

trap.

The surroundings were so quiet - not a single sound. The silence was unnerving.

"Nathanos?"

"Sylvanas?" He responded to the call he heard. His voice was high, but strangely there was no echo, not even the slightest lingering sound. What the hell, there was a long corridor entrance on each side of the hall, and he couldn't tell the difference.

Find out where that voice came from.

Then, the silence was broken again, but this time it was not him or Sylvanas who made the sound. "She doesn't have much time, Wither. Can you find her?"

"Don't play such stupid games in front of me." He ran towards the left passage. The voice was still laughing at him. Without wind, he couldn't feel the flow of air and couldn't point him in the direction. He could only

Act on feeling.

There was a spiral staircase at the end of the corridor. Nathanos climbed up, and the path was smooth and no enemies appeared. On the staircase was another hall similar to the one before. Seeing this, Nathanos blinked and said to himself

It seemed that it had never moved. This was not some kind of illusion. He touched the blade with his fingers, and the tingling feeling broke his suspicion.

"You are getting closer and closer to her, very close." The man's voice came through the wall in a low voice. "Very close, Blighter."

"I will find her," Nathanos murmured, "I will not abandon her."

"Then what are you still dawdling about?"

"Sylvanas!" He continued to search, hoping that the female elf would hear his voice and respond to him.

"Do you really think you can control everything, Blighter?" The voice mocked, "Azeroth can't help you here, and the void can't help you either?"

It didn't take long for him to get tired of the sarcasm of the voice. Because he came to the same hall again, all the furnishings and layout were exactly the same. He was very surprised that he was walking in circles even though he was on a different floor.

.

Unless this was just a cover-up. Nathanos stared at the ground, raised the blade high, and slammed it down, leaving a clear mark. Then, he continued to move forward, praying that the result would be as he expected.

There is another long corridor, a flight of stairs, and a hall. But there are no scars on the ground in the hall that he just caused.

Sure enough, Nathanos breathed a sigh of relief. He was not going back and forth to the same place, but every level of space in this place was exactly the same.

"So, this is...a tall tower?"

That person may be right, he is getting closer to Sylvanas. The female elf may be on a certain level of the tower, or at the top. He can only continue to climb, other than that

There is no other way.

Nathanos would never thank death for giving him endless physical strength, but now, he deeply realizes this 'advantage'. If he were a living person, he might have been driven crazy by this weird exploration.

Not long after, he felt the wind, which made him ecstatic. The scene was about to change. He was about to reach the outside of the tower. He passed the last step in twos and twos. Finally, there was an open arch...

My vision suddenly brightened. The scene outside was not optimistic, it was extremely bad, like hell. Everything was shrouded in dark and gloomy clouds. The wailing wind blowing from all directions was like a chorus of wails, high and sharp. The strong wind kept tearing.

Wearing Nathanos' skin and clothes.

In the chaos ahead, there was a huge shadow, which was a looming spire. Only then did Nathanos realize that the tower he had just deep in was just the tip of the iceberg of this magnificent building. Even the scale of Icecrown Citadel

It's not as good as here. There is only one road ahead, which is the long and wide stone bridge under his feet, which leads to the bottom of the spire.

But he didn't have time to care about this. Since there was only one road, his eyes would not focus on other places. And he did not have to keep walking along the road under his feet, because he saw a wide circle in the middle of the stone bridge.

The platform, the person he was looking for was there.

"Sylvanas!"

On the circular platform, the female elf was suspended in the air with her arms locked by two iron chains. Nathanos rushed over. Sylvanas was unconscious and there were no wounds on her body.

As soon as he stepped onto the platform, the black mist that suddenly rolled up in front of him made him stop suddenly.

"You're finally here." The man who attacked him in the White Tiger Temple appeared in the black mist and stood in front of him.

"Did you bring her here?" Nathanos asked. Although the answer was already quite obvious.

The guy in black robe let out a shrill laugh and pointed the war blade in his hand at Sylvanas. "Without her, it would not have been easy to lure you here."

It was a simple but very effective strategy. Nathanos had to admit that he had no choice.

"If you want to deal with me, then your goal has been achieved. Let her go now!"

There was another burst of ridicule, and the Blight One was disappointed and angry at the answer. Until the man took off his hood, allowing Nathanos to witness his true face.

"What?" The Withered One was startled, almost thinking that there was a mirror in front of him with a face exactly like his own!

"It's surprising, isn't it?" The Sinslayer enjoyed his expression. "When Sylvanas saw my face, it was the same expression you have now."

"You...are another me?" Nathanos looked at the Sinslayer, trying to find out the flaws in this low-level deception, but the other party's words and behavior were completely different from him.

"Did Kairoz bring you here from a certain time and space?" The Blighter quickly thought of the bronze dragon, and all of this was related to him.

"You mean that dragon?" The Sinslayer touched his chin meaningfully. This action was also done by the Witherer often. "You are right, he found me, but that was also part of my calculation.

.He thinks he can take advantage of me. But he is a pawn, a pawn in my grand plan."

Warning from the Heart of Azeroth! What did that stupid dragon attract? The Blight One gritted his teeth unknowingly.

"I don't know what your plan is, and I'm not interested. But you did a stupid thing, that is, hurting someone I care about? Do you know the price you will pay?"

"The person you care about?" Sinslayer had no chance of the second half of Blighter's threat, and turned to look at Sylvanas. His expression suddenly looked a little lonely, but he immediately regained his composure.

"I don't like the way this woman looks now. She will become even more beautiful after she dies. Have you seen her look after death?"

"That's enough!" The Blighted One roared and immediately rushed towards the Sinslayer. The sound of the whizzing blade was frightening.

The Sin Slayer is not afraid, he intends to confront the Wither from the front.

The collision of the two war blades made their master's hands tremble. Red and black lights and shadows appeared one after another. The faces of the Wither and the Sinslayer were very close to each other, only fingertips apart.

The stalemate didn't last long. They pushed forward almost at the same time. The force of the recoil forced them to retreat. In the gap, the Sinslayer's fist slammed into the chest of the Wither. The Wither groaned and pushed harder, unwilling to lag behind.
To be continued...