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The silence was broken by Chromie's horrified voice. The dwarf fell from the air and fell to the ground of the palace hall. Her face was pale and she couldn't stop coughing. Ultraxion was curious about what terrible thing she saw.

, it happened that Nathanos' consciousness also came back. The Wither opened his eyes and frowned.

The fragments of the phase of time fell to the ground, and their luster dimmed.

"Father?" Ultraxion cast a searching look.

"Kainozdormu is dead." The Forgotten King answered the Twilight Dragon's question, appearing much calmer than Chromie. "He was stabbed through the throat in the form of an orc."

"Where's Garrosh?"

The Blighter shook his head. There was no sign of Garrosh during the whole process. Kairozdormu was a bronze dragon. He didn't even have time to turn into a dragon when he died, which meant that he was attacked by someone. Except for Garrosh

, no one can make the bronze dragon unprepared.

"Where did they go?"

"I know that place. It's not Azeroth, but Nagrand in the Outland. The teleportation has exceeded the planet, so the spell fails quickly."

Nathanos and Ultraxion looked at Chromie at the same time. The dwarf was still lying on the ground, closing her eyes and panting. The death of her compatriots had a great impact on her.

"Father, I will go to the Outlands immediately to capture Garrosh."

"No, that world is not the current Outland. It is Draenor fifteen years ago."

The twilight dragon could not imagine that all this was true. The bronze dragon could only interfere with the timeline of Azeroth, but Kairozdormu could go back to the past of another planet. What an unexpected guy!

"I remember that the orcs had not yet drank the blood of demons at that time, but they were about to." Nathanos had studied the history of the orcs. Evil energy had corrupted their home, but the scene he just saw was full of vitality.

A strong and powerful land.

"Kairozdormu has taken Garrosh back to his old home. What does he want to do?"

"The bronze dragon is dead, and there is no point in pursuing his purpose. The important point now is that Garrosh is still alive. He returned to that world and retained all his memories. What will he do?"

The answer is obvious. Garrosh is a pure racist. He hates demons and wants to build a homeland only for orcs. His orthodox tribe is the best proof. What's more, Garrosh has been drinking alcohol for his father.

He was still haunted by the blood of the devil. Now that he has returned to that moment, he will definitely prevent the tragedy from happening.

"He wants to completely overturn history." The Bronze Dragon stood up, "But fortunately it is not the history of Azeroth."

"Orcs are not the original race in this world, but they are still here, and they can also affect the world. Why do you still have such ridiculous ideas?"

Chromie had never shown such an expression of surprise and defeat. She opened her mouth slightly, and her golden brown uniform was stained with dirt and grass stains. Garrosh would not forget his failure in Azeroth and would definitely think about it.

Find a way to come back for revenge.

"Then he has to connect the two worlds first, and it will take fifteen years." Chromie dealt with the stains on his body and said.

"Kairozdormu must have told Garrosh how to return to Azeroth before he died. The war will come soon. Go tell Varian and Vol'jin what you have discovered. You are free to go.

"

"This is crazy, completely crazy." Chromie kept muttering and walked out of the hall with small steps.

Ultraxion's eyes were fixed on the bronze dragon walking away. "They have caused trouble again. We should probably kill them all." He said.

"Your mother would not agree."

Nathanos picked up the fragments of the Aspect of Time and returned to the throne. "Back to the subject, we must prepare in advance. There are many things to prepare. You first go to the Cave of Time."

"The territory of the bronze dragon?"

"That's right. I need some sand full of time magic. Be careful and don't get discovered."

Twilight Dragon nodded and retreated.

The Blighter played with the fragments in his hand. His thoughts flew thousands of miles away. Now, he still has to find someone.

…

Before landing, Nathanos jumped from the back of the griffon to the Krasus platform. Jaina followed behind. He was familiar with this magical city, but that didn't mean he could come here at any time. Fortunately, Jaina was willing to ask for help.

The Kirin Tor Council introduced him.

"I haven't been to Dalaran for a while. So I can only help you get here." The female mage said to him. They were approaching the Violet Castle.

"I'm not sure what the Kirin Tor think of you, especially after you conquered Lordaeron." Jaina was more worried than she imagined. Although people knew that the Forsaken were different from the Scourge, who could

No doubt, this "difference" may be another kind of danger?

"Luo Ning and I haven't seen each other for many years." Nathanos said, "But fortunately we have cooperated, and now he is willing to meet, no matter how much changes have happened in me."

They walked in the middle of the street, with two Kirin Tor mages following them silently. Pedestrians on the street cast curious glances.

"You have to know that Ronin is not alone in the Kirin Tor. Some of them are not friendly."

"Once they believed that the threats of the past would come again, they would not turn on me," Nathanos said. "Some members of the Kirin Tor Council experienced the Second War, and they remember the old tribe's hatred of this

The damage done to the world." He was absolutely certain of this.

A man was waiting for them by the stairs of the castle. "Archmage Karai," the ruler of Theramore called. "It's a pleasure to see you again."

"The last time I saw you was several seasons ago, Lady Proudmoore. But I can still hear some news about you. Theramore has also recovered, and I am very happy." His words were full of friendliness.

Nathanos took a step forward. He didn't know the person who came to greet him, but he should be friendly. "Hello, Archmage. I am Nathanos Blightcaller. I have important news to inform Card.

add."

"We already know." Kale interrupted, the kindness just now disappeared. "The six-member council is waiting for you, but first, you must hand over your weapons."

Nathanos is not a dangerous person. The Forsaken and Dalaran are not hostile. Jaina cannot understand Karai's arrangement. "Why..."

She spoke, but Nathanos put his hand lightly on her shoulder and shook his head at her. The mage wisely ended her question.

"I didn't bring any weapons." The Blighter raised his head.

…

Among the six members of the Kirin Tor Council, Nathanos only knew Khadgar and Ronin, but there was a third person he knew in the Violet Castle. As someone of his own kind, he looked at him with the most hostile eyes.

he.

"Nathanos." He just shouted his name, but the poison in Meryl's words already made Nathanos not know what to say. Evil Wind raised a finger and pointed at him and said: "King Terenas

Is your throne comfortable?"

Nathanos could see Jaina becoming overwhelmed as well.

"I knew before you even opened your mouth that you brought strife, the Witherer." Merrill's aura was aggressive. He slowly took a few steps forward and glared at Nathanos fiercely. If he still

Alive, veins have popped out from his wrinkled face.

"Your ambition is completely unsatisfied. Which city do you plan to conquer next?"

The strong hostility made the members of the Kirin Tor Council who had not yet spoken feel inappropriate. There was no precedent for such hospitality in Dalaran.

In order to relieve the growing smell of gunpowder in the air, Ronin raised his hand to his mouth and coughed twice. "Merrell, it was the Kirin Tor's friend Ms. Jaina who brought Nathanos to see us. I believe he is not

Here to provoke."

Meryl glanced at Jaina with slight dissatisfaction, her eyes seeming to blame the female mage for being a careless little girl.

"Jaina said you want to see me, Nathanos. Now you can tell your purpose." Khadgar's voice was still so strong. Nathanos was very happy about this. The archmage still looked full of energy.

Have the ability to act.

"I thought we would have a chance to talk privately."

"Except for personal privacy, there are no secrets between members of the Kirin Tor." Archmage Modera is one of the few members in Dalaran who is not close to any force. Her words and deeds rarely bring into the world.

Subjective emotions.

"Modra is right. You must have some important news to tell me when you come here in person, and I won't be the only one involved."

That's really smart. Nathanos nodded slightly. He originally planned to convince Khadgar alone, and then he would tell the others. This would avoid many meaningless arguments, especially about whether his words were credible.

He wanted to express the message concisely, but in the end it took him nearly an hour. And as he expected, the members of the six-person council became suspicious after listening.

There was silence in the castle. Merrill raised a hand, as if he wanted to release a fireball to burn the wither. He didn't do it, maybe because he was not sure of winning with one blow. "Absurd!" The undead leader said.

The mage just roared like this. "Are you coming here to scaremongering?" He sneered.

"You mean the tribe...the old one, that is, the tribe led by Orgrim, will return to this world? This sounds ridiculous." Archmage Ansrem continued, his face full of doubts. "How did they come?

To Azeroth? Use the Dark Portal again? Don’t forget, we are in a different time and space from Draenor.”

Everyone else seemed to have the same question.

"There is someone here who knows the Dark Portal very well." The Wither One said, and began to look at Khadgar. "You should be able to answer your questions."

Khadgar did not answer the question immediately, but noticed that everyone's attention had shifted to him.

"What do you know about the Dark Portal, Khadgar?" Ronin asked.

"It is indeed possible. The Dark Portal is a door that can connect to other worlds. It itself is not restricted by time and space. Remember? Outland and Azeroth are two independent planets. Their respective

The flow of time is inherently different, and even if the Dark Portal connects them, it will not change."

The other archmages exchanged glances with each other and began to whisper. Their tone was surprised, excited, and worried about the impending disaster. Luo Ning asked in surprise: "You seem to have never told us this, Ka

Degas.”
To be continued...