No one knows what the future holds.

Even a true prophet like Viren, who can think repeatedly in the fragments of the future, does not dare to say that he must have grasped the context of the future, because the future is born based on the present, and it is never a predetermined destiny.

This is the true meaning of fate, the future with infinite possibilities!

It's a pity that in Azeroth, the future is fixed... There is a group of creatures who wield the mysterious and powerful power of time, they roam the river of time repeatedly, they claim to be able to peek into the infinite future, and then find the "best" one from the countless futures, and see it as the true destiny of the world, and any attempt to change the future will attract their ruthless strangulation.

This is the Bronze Dragons, the Guardians of Time, whose obsession with maintaining the "right" future is incomprehensible to mortals, and even their fellow citizens cannot comprehend this coldness, and the Bronze Dragons are not without reason, they are hard to like.

The Draenei's forbidden ship flew across the skies of Draenor, sailing from Gorrond to the distant Valley of the Shadowmoon, and at the speed of a ship that could fly among the stars, it would take less than 10 minutes to reach its destination halfway across the world, and this was when the energy engine was damaged and only half of the energy could be used.

"The Draenei are amazing."

Standing on the bridge of the battleship, Tyrion looked at the operation compartment in front of him, which was completely different from the science side ship in his memory, and the draenei technicians stood in front of a large, finely carved crystal, tapping their fingers on the dancing ribbon of light to operate the armed ship, which looked full of magical charm.

The Death Knight's dry compliment made the Prophet standing beside him squint, not that the Prophet was angry at Tyrion's insincere appreciation, in fact, it was something else that really worried the Prophet.

"Mr. Tyrion, you say that the tragic future of the world that I saw will soon appear, right?"

The rosary in the Prophet's hand swirled repeatedly, and an undisguised heaviness flashed in his eyes:

"It's been almost 2 years, and I thought it was just a ridiculous future that I saw..."

"Draenor, this world should have collapsed long before 1 year and 6 months."

Tyrion turned his head to look at the scenery flying by beyond the porthole of the ship, and he said calmly:

"Mr. Viren, I can only tell you that the future you see is real, but the current development of this world is also true, and this is the true meaning of fate... An infinite future that will never be tied down. ”

"It's a pity that there are always some stubborn people who stubbornly want to tie up their fate, and they desperately want to push the changed future back into the "orbit" where it is, even at the cost of the survival of a world... In the face of such a ruthless person, we should stab her in the back! ”

The Death Knight looked back at Khadgar, the cold archmage, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes:

"You say, don't you? Mr. Khadgar. ”

The Prophet was not as calm as Tyrion, he shuddered as he remembered the vision he had seen years ago, and in the future fragments, he saw the earth and sky of Draenor completely crumbling, the sea sinking in the Void, the completely dry and barren world, the shattered territory, and the undisguised peeps of the hideous demons at the edge of the Void.

That would be... A catastrophe of world destruction.

"Is it too late for us to get over now?"

The Prophet asked again, and the Death Knight shrugged his shoulders and said in a hollow, unsettling voice:

"Who knows? I've done my best to prepare, but if things don't go our way, we'll at least be able to see the end of this world with our own eyes... That's a rare sight! ”

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On the other side, with the end of the intricate incantation chanting that manipulated the staff of Sargeras, in front of the eyes of the old orc Naozu, the magic circle left by the bronze dragon had already shone with the most brilliant magical light, and the huge magic contained in the eyes of Dalaran poured into the pitch-black scepter, and the cumbersome spell was like a password, quietly opening the portal sealed in the demon's staff.

And connected to the magic circle in full swing is the magic power under the dark temple, which together with the entire Shadow Moon Valley, and even the magic hub of the entire world continent, the Scepter of Sargeras burst out with a purple-black ominous light, and the dazzling light pierced the thick space, opening a door in an unknown world among the stars.

In the dark green energy vortex that swirls and shines like a dark door, what is revealed may not be the long-awaited freedom.

Standing in front of this gate, Naozu hesitated once more.

The long conversation Tyrion had with him more than a year ago came back to him, and he remembered what Tyrion had said to him... Another choice was made, which was a signal to join the game of fate.

And the Death Knight said...

"It could be very painful, 10,000 times more painful than all the hell I could think of."

The old orc suddenly felt a kind of fear, fear bursting from the deepest part of his heart, and the dark green vortex that was constantly swirling in front of him looked like an open hell gate, representing the most terrible pain he would endure in the future.

At this moment, when he was really faced with a painful choice, the old orc regretted it, maybe he should have committed suicide a long time ago, instead of living until now.

But there is also a cowardice circulating in his heart, representing an almost impossible hope.

Maybe... Maybe across this door, is a wonderful world, a world of freedom and hope...

"Bang"

Neozu's hesitation didn't last long, the belated Death Knights violently kicked open the door of the cell, and Luminas rushed into the cell, only to see the deep portal with purple and black lightning dancing at the edge, and the indescribable magic that filled the entire cell, and the prisoner Neozu standing in front of the portal with a hesitant face.

"Close it!"

Luminas shouted, "Don't be stupid! You know better than anyone what that ominous staff represents, and now close it, and you'll at least be able to live! ”

"Live?"

The words of the Death Knight were like a heavy hammer, smashing the hesitant heart of Naozu, he looked at the Death Knight in front of him mockingly, and he whispered:

"To live like a dog? Wagging his tail at Tyrion and begging for mercy? Little girl, don't underestimate me too much! ”

Looking at the Death Knights who surrounded him, Neozu was completely enlightened at this moment.

He thought he had a choice, but perhaps after his defeat a year ago, when he was captured by Tyrion, he had no choice, and the Death Knight knew he wasn't going to kill himself, as he said, and he took advantage of his cowardice.

The old orc stared at the portal in front of him, he took a deep breath, he remembered that conversation again, Tyrion said that he still had a trace of conscience, did he?

Perhaps, but if this is destined to be the fate of his entanglement with the world of Draenor... Then come on.

"Bang"

The Staff of Sargeras was tossed aside, and Neozu's chaotic eyes cleared, and he looked at Luminas, who cried out in a loud voice:

"Tell Tyrion that I... The Great Chief of the Tribe, Naozu, I've joined his game! ”

"Let him not forget everything he promised me... I will, I'll see it with my own eyes! ”

"Buzz"

In the tens of millions of thunder and lightning that swayed from the portal, the old orc with a cricket body gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and stepped into the portal that had lost stability, and at the moment he disappeared, the black staff of Sargeras lost control, and the violent magic completely exploded at this moment.

"Boom"

Under the entire Dark Temple, the magic power of the entire Shadow Moon Valley was like finding an outlet, and it continued to rush into the magic circle that was still running, and at the moment when Nao Zu's figure disappeared in the purple-black lightning, the portal that was still running smoothly expanded rapidly, and almost instantly, it completely enveloped this dark cage in it.

"Wow"

Like a dark storm, the swollen portal formed a black hole-like spatial singularity in the inner layer of the temple, swallowing everything around it, and those low-level death knights who didn't have time to react were blown down by the magic storm, they grabbed the ground with both hands, and even plowed a dent on the ground, but they still couldn't get rid of the end of being swallowed by the runaway spatial black hole.

Luminas rushed out of the cell at the moment of disaster, but the storm of magic that erupted behind her still curled her body up.

"Bang Bang"

The black rune sword pierced into the ground, like two handles, and the Death Knight lady clutched the hilt of the sword, her body was already being dragged into the air by the expanding spatial storm behind her.

With each passing second, the space storm swelled, and as the attraction grew larger, Luminas's arms clicked with an overwhelming sound.

"Bang"

The two swords that pierced into the hard ground crumbled along with the ground, and Luminas's body swayed in the air, falling into the dark storm behind her, the light in her red eyes beating violently, she didn't want to die like this, she had just found what really mattered.

"No"

And at this moment, the blood mage who returned from Oakington rushed into the center of the dark temple, he was extremely embarrassed, and it was not a pleasant experience to use teleportation in the face of a magical storm, but fortunately, for this possible disaster, the Knights of the Dark Blade had done their best to prepare for the disaster that could erupt in the past year and a half.

"Smack"

The dark runes were activated, as if a sleeping switch was turned on, and the next moment, the runes all over the outer and inner layers of the dark temple were like electrified power grids, and the obscure magic power spread all over the temple that had begun to collapse in an instant, and this magic danced like a sharp knife, forcibly cutting off the magic operation inside the entire black temple.

Forbidden!

As a high-level mage born and raised in Quel'Thalas, Severn admired the incredible skills set by his ancestors, and surrounded the entire Bantirenor Barrier of Quel'Thalas, and when they evacuated Quel'Thalas, he also made a special trip to print all the runes of the exposed rune stone at the request of Tyrion.

And now, this large-scale Forbidden Demon Barrier Rune has come in handy!

"Bang"

In a panic, Luminus passed through the portal that had been cut off from her magic, and in the cutting of the chaotic space, her entire armor was torn to shreds, and the cold blood splattered everywhere, and finally her body smashed into the broken ruins at the edge of the cell, she crawled out of the rubble in a daze, looked left and right, and then gritted her teeth, dragged her seriously injured body, and left here as fast as she could.

Obviously, it's not safe here!

And as the huge amount of magic from the underground of the Dark Temple was cut off, the magic power that had nowhere to vent was frantically gathered under the entire temple, and at the moment when the Draenei's forbidden demon ship appeared in the sky above Shadowmoon Valley, under the gaze of Tyrion, Viren and Khadgar, an earth-shattering loud bang burst out under the Shadowmoon Valley.

In their horizon, this hopeless land is filled with green evil energy... Crashed.

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"Buzz"

After an almost unbearable whirlwind of terrible experiences, the old body of Naozu was thrown into a scorched earth, and he struggled to get up, and behind him, the portal that had lost its magical supply silently extinguished.

That was the only way he could get home, and now, that road was cut off.

Naozu struggled to stand up, he looked up, and all he saw was a dark green scene, this should have been a complete world, but at this time, the sky of the world was already covered with dark green light, and every minute and every second there were scorching meteors falling from the sky, and the earth in front of him was covered with dark green evil magma, the earth was cracked, and erupting volcanoes were everywhere.

It's exactly like the Shadowmoon Valley in his memory, no, worse than the Shadowmoon Valley, at least the Shadowmoon Valley won't have such a huge demon...

Yes, demons.

Everywhere, hideous, cunning, ugly, stupid, arrogant, crazy ... Demon! Dense and invisible, the hot wind blew across Naozu's cheeks, even about to ignite his hair, and the old orc swallowed with difficulty.

In front of him, on the throne of skulls lifted by the demons, a large demon with wings on his back, black bone spurs, dark red skin like flames, recurved legs like a Draenei, and a long tail was looking at him with a cruel and playful gaze.

It's like looking... A new toy.

"After you make a choice, you will know who our real enemy is... Hopefully, by then, you won't be scared to pee your pants. ”

Tyrion's voice rang in Naozu's heart, and the old orc couldn't help but tremble, and he looked at the invincible Great Demon, the "benefactor" Kilgardan who had bewitched the orcs to drink the demon's blood, and his legs went limp, and he fell to the scorching earth of Argus.

He finally saw...

Tyrion's true enemy...

Demon! Burning Legion!