Rise of the blood elves

Angmar came to Nozdormu with a solemn expression, put a hand on the latter's scarred neck, and began to transmit the magic power containing the power of nature into the body of the Time Guardian. This was better than nothing, because He didn't know how to heal, and even if he could, his limited power wouldn't be enough to heal the dying guardian dragon.

"It's useless," Nozdormu's huge dragon eyes looked at Angmar and said calmly, "I have predicted my own death, but I didn't expect that I would die in your hands. Munozdormu Too."

Angmar was silent.

"How can I help you?" He looked back at the shrinking portal, "Can you go through that portal? I can go find the Life-Binder and the Dream Guardian. Maybe they can cure you. Injury."

On the other side of the portal, the five Aspect Dragons from 1 years ago existed safely, including the former Nozdormu.Apart from Alexstrasza and Ysera, who were both Aspect Dragons, Angmar could not think of anyone else who could save the dying Bronze Dragon King.

Nozdormu lay quietly on the ground and said with a smile: "I no longer have the power to expand that portal. By any scale, it is too small for me. I can't just stay like this. Going back will affect the course of history."

As he said that, the Time Guardian stuck out another mouthful of blood. The blood beads floated in the void space for a while, and soon burst out with dazzling golden light, turning into streaks of quicksand, sweeping towards the portal and containing it. The process was closed, and Elisande, Thalyssra, and Aluriel, who were already shocked by the previous battle behind the portal, were frightened to retreat a little.

After finishing all this, Nozdormu's eyes were much sluggish, but he still pulled himself together and said softly:

"Time is limited. I know you still have many questions. Ask and I will tell you everything."

Angmar took a deep breath and glanced at the dragon's body that was riddled with holes corroded by black quicksand. The sinister figure of the bird of prey obscured by black sand once again appeared in his mind, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Is that person really me?"

"You already have the answer in your mind, don't you?" Nozdormu replied.

Angmar frowned, puzzled, "But why did I fall just like you and Mnozdo."

"Wrong path." Nozdormu replied, looking at Angmar. "But I only had this path to take, and you chose this wrong path without hesitation."

"Why should I do this"

"What do you think time is?" Nozdormu asked.

Angmar shook his head.

Nozdormu's eyes dimmed and he said sadly:

"Time is just a macroscopic scale used to interpret the endlessness. It exists, but it does not exist. No one can predict the future, not me, not even the Titan Aman'Thul, who gave me the power of time. No one can predict the future in the vast universe. Among the thousands of possibilities, we can find a clear future that will surely come true. We are just observers and imagineers of time. The Holy Light imagines a bright future, the Void imagines a dark future, Titans long for an orderly future, and demons long for chaos. The six tyrannical original powers, as well as the things that originate from the six original powers, all aspire to dominate this universe. Whoever is stronger will be more capable of achieving the future he wants; whoever is wiser, The more you can interpret the beneficial guidance of the present in endless fragments of time.”

After saying these words, Nozdormu's aura became even more sluggish, and the damaged dragon scales turned into fine powder-like quicksand, flowing down the rugged dragon skin and forming a small stream under his body.

Angmar knew that the dragon king was dying.

Nozdormu's words reminded him of the doomsday prophet who believed in the ancient gods and the power of the void and shadow. He also thought of the prophet Velen who repeatedly predicted the future and led the draenei to escape the pursuit of the Burning Legion.

People often think that the power of time controlled by the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu is a power with an extremely high upper limit that is unimaginable for mortals. However, they do not know that this must be considered in relative terms.

The Titan Aman'Thul, the leader of the pantheons who granted Nozdormu the blessing of time, is the best example.

When faced with people or things that are less powerful than oneself, predictions are often unfavorable. However, when the prediction target is an enemy whose strength is similar to or even stronger than one's own, the so-called "prescience" will be completely lost due to interference. effect.

If not for this, when a group of Titans from the pantheon went to question Sargeras who had fallen into the embrace of evil and attacked his former compatriots, how could they all be killed by them without noticing, and even their souls were imprisoned? Master Why didn't Aman'Thul, who had the power of time, foresee this tragedy?

But Angmar still doesn't understand why his future self fell.He nodded and continued listening.

"As for my fallen cough," Nozdormu coughed again, but this time what flowed from his throat was no longer blood, but yellow sand that was close to the origin of life. "This is inevitable. Don't you I’m curious, why am I the only one among the five Aspect Dragons to have fallen so completely? Compared with my fall, the madness of Neltharion or Deathwing is just a result of the dark influence of the ancient gods distorting their minds, leading to Due to a misinterpretation of the duty to protect the world.”

Angmar was puzzled.

In his view, Deathwing's fall can also be seen as inevitable.

The blessing of this titan who protects the dragon is actually a lifelong curse.

Guardian Azadas asked his creator, the Titan Khaz'goroth, to give the power of the earth to Neltharion, help it change its form, and assume the important task of guarding the land and deep caves of Azeroth.

The power of the earth is extremely majestic, covering a variety of six original powers, but it is mixed and not specialized.It is precisely because of his deep-rooted connection with the land of Azeroth that Neltharion was most deeply influenced by the Old Gods in the underground prison.After the Guardians fell into confusion and no longer maintained the Old God's prison, the Old God's dark whispers became stronger and stronger, finally driving the once noble dragon mad.

"Say it." Angmar knelt on one knee in front of Nozdormu's huge dragon head and said softly.

Nozdormu took a few breaths, his chest swelled like a bellows, and blood mixed with yellow sand poured out from the wounds all over his body. Angmar frowned deeper and deeper as he watched.

"The power of time is a blessing, but it is also a curse that I have to bear for life. I have the power of time, but I only have the power of time. It is different from Alexstrasza and Iser, whose blessings come from the six original powers. Ra and Malygos, my blessing of time does not belong to any of the above. It relies on the six original powers and is mysterious and unclear. If there is no external influence, I will be the only one among the five guardian dragons who will definitely conquer. Toward the fallen.”

Angmar vaguely understood that in the world he lived in, the universe was intertwined with six original forces. Time relied on its existence, but there was no obvious tendency for any one original force. Instability, from this point of view, Nozdormu is indeed carrying a curse that will surely come true.

Nozdormu moved his head as hard as he could, brought his left eye to Angmar, and said very solemnly:

"This is the advice I give you. Never try to use time to speculate on your future, let alone let it dominate. Otherwise, you will eventually fall like me and get along with me, and what you just saw will happen. "

"No." Angmar nodded and looked at the place where "himself" disappeared, "What about him? Did he just destroy the entire time turbulence? What exactly is he going to do?"

Faced with the questions that followed, Nozdormu smiled, "No one has such power to destroy the flow of time. He just removed the timeline you are in from the future."

Angmar was shocked and asked in disbelief: "So, I can never return to the main timeline."

Nozdormu took a breath and said, "It has nothing to do with it. He is not that powerful. You can still return to the main timeline where you live. But you will no longer be able to get help from the future."

Angmar thought of his encounter at Tyr's Tomb half a year ago and couldn't help but ask: "You mean that time at Tyr's Tomb?"

Nozdormu blinked noncommittally, "This is just the most trivial crisis that the future you will help you resolve. Haven't you noticed that there have been many coincidences accompanying you recently? From the inexplicable theft of the Book of Medivh , until Sylvanas found the Blade of Xal'atath's Dark Empire and came under its control, almost starting a battle between the free undead and the coalition of nations, and even went back to ancient times in a daze."

Angmar was surprised and said: "You mean this is all his conspiracy, but he is so powerful, just kill me, why bother with so much trouble?"

Angmar didn't believe this speculation. These coincidences did set up many difficulties for his intention to change history, but if the initiator of this conspiracy was his future self, it was completely unreasonable.

"He" is a powerful being who can split the timeline with just one move and play with Munoz more than others. How could the conspiracy planned by "him" be solved by his weak self without any danger every time?

Logically speaking, with such a disparity in strength, Angmar should die without a burial place every time.

Nozdormu smiled miserably, and more yellow sand poured out of his throat, "It is not that easy to travel through thousands of timelines. There are too many restrictions. He can be accurate every time. The fact that he is causing trouble at a critical historical juncture is far beyond my imagination. Not to mention, there is another you who is hindering him."

"So" Angmar understood what Nozdormu meant, "What you mean is that he has reached his limit by doing this, and every time he tries to influence me, there will be another me from the future to protect me. persecuted"

Just like in the Tomb of Tire tour, the man who finally left on the black dragon helped him repel the Eternal Dragon.

Nozdormu looked like he was about to die. His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He mustered up his energy and said "hmm" in affirmation.

"Then who is the other me?" Angmar continued to ask.

"He represents another path in your life: giving up the power of time and devoting yourself to the infinite mysteries of the universe. And the bifurcation point of the path is at this moment. Whether you fall or not depends on whether you listen to me now. Advice. His power is far beyond your imagination. Even I dare not say that I know him well enough, and it is difficult for you, the fallen, to match him. But when it comes to mastering the timeline, the latter is slightly better. He has repeatedly tried to destroy the person he used to be, which is you now."

Angmar just felt like he was listening to a book from heaven, and felt incredible.

"Ahem!" Nozdomka took out a mouthful of visceral fragments, and his breath became more and more depressed, "Be vigilant, Angmar. You are facing an unprecedented crisis. The Fallen has successfully separated the timeline you are in, and you can escape from it." No matter what happens in the ancient timeline, it will not affect the existence of the Fallen itself, but it will still have an irreversible impact on the main timeline. He will do everything possible to hunt you down, and even let Sargeras succeed. Come and destroy the entire Azeroth to rewrite the course of the main timeline, thereby erasing your future and getting rid of your biggest enemy. Now, no one else will come to help you, and your journey to the ancient times is doomed to be full of difficulties. It’s dangerous, you have to survive this catastrophe on your own.”

Hearing such words, Angmar didn't know what to think.

The problem of being timid and afraid to let go and changing the timeline is still there, but an extremely powerful enemy has appeared.The only thing that made him feel lucky was that he knew what to do.

In his mind, he distinguished two different selves in the future. The good one, who helped him at several key historical nodes in the Tomb of Tire, was named after "Prophet Angmar", and the fallen one was named after "Prophet Angmar". He named it after Nozdormu and Mnozdor.

Fallen Magaan.

"Come on, this space is about to collapse." Nozdormu urged, the golden quicksand supporting the return portal getting weaker and weaker.

"I have one last question. Since you know my origin, why don't you erase me? After all, I am a disturbing factor in the timeline, just like the Eternal Dragon."

Nozdormu's body had become insubstantial, uncertain of light and death, and his thick limbs like pillars had turned into quicksand. When he was dying, his eyes were peaceful, as if he had no feeling of death, and he whispered softly. Answered:

"Of course I know you are a time traveler. But what you don't know is that since you were born in Quel'Thalas, your destiny has been deeply connected with all living things in Azeroth. Time. The unity has also been completely changed. You are not an outsider. The turning of the wheel of history began when you joined what your mortal race called the Third War, defeating Archimonde with the Eye of Sargeras and the Focusing Iris. When you reach the peak, you will eventually go on a road full of unknowns. You"

"Will be the participant and creator of the new world,"

"Come on, get out of here,"

“Remember my advice when you give up.”

Nozdormu could no longer maintain the outline of his body, and suddenly it exploded into a sky full of yellow sand, filling the entire space.The strong shock wave pushed Angmar back hundreds of meters, and a few grains of sand almost penetrated the protective barrier he used to isolate the void.

Angmar took a deep look at Nozdormu from the main timeline, the last trace left in this world, and turned around and entered the portal.

In front of him were the two apprentices who were looking at him blankly, and Aluriel, who was already frightened by what happened in the portal.

"Don't tell anyone about this"

Before he finished speaking, Angmar heard a harsh buzzing sound coming from the portal behind him. Looking back, he saw that all the yellow sand was rapidly collapsing towards the center point, and in an instant it became terrifying. The ultimate power of man is rising and shrinking, and is about to explode.

Angmar was startled and immediately came to the unclosed teleportation gate. As soon as he used ten crystals to set up a deflection position, the ball of yellow sand suddenly exploded, and a devastating shock wave followed the teleportation link connecting the two spaces. door, spewing out