Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 55

Under the dark night, Sefiel was rapidly approaching the city of Lordaeron. The young dragon's wings spread out in the dark night, and it passed through the clouds silently. Its huge snake pupils could clearly see that the most prosperous city of human beings city ​​glows in the dark.

Especially the palace area.

Although the banquet was drawing to a close, it was still lively.

Seifel is also repeatedly confirming the action plan this time in his heart.

Learn from last time.

Fast in and fast out, the moment you catch Drake, get him out of the city.

Don't give him any chance to play tricks. I have just confirmed that everything is normal except for Lordaeron's time flow.

There is still a chance that things can be salvaged.

The node responsible for it is out of control.

But it hasn't collapsed yet, and it still has the possibility of being connected to other time nodes. I can't give up saving this timeline, which is my responsibility.

But Seifel is not as stubborn as before.

Good friend Chromie advised Sefiel not to waste time trying to correct it, but to report the affected time node to Quicksand Scale for disposal.

Similar to this kind of thing, the Bronze Dragon Legion has encountered it before.

Once a certain timeline is abandoned, it will be stripped from the main worldline by the scale of quicksand. Because time in Azeroth is reticulated, this split will not affect other normal timeline tributaries.

Although it is called "stripping".

It's actually more like "sandboxing".

Let it continue to develop and evolve infinite possibilities in the future. This is another duty of the Bronze Dragon Legion, and it is also the favorite entertainment of the Bronze Dragons in their spare time.

Watch different futures, and explore different futures.

However, if the disposal is proposed, it means that Seifel's work will end in failure, and it will lose the right to manage this time node.

Although no one would blame it for such a young dragon.

But Seifel just couldn't pass this level in his heart. The more realistic impact is that this failure will delay its desire to join the scale of the quicksand again.

Because it means that it is not "mature" enough.

"It is impossible to deal with him directly, but other methods can be used, such as imprisoning him."

As he approached the city of Lordaeron, Sefiel's thoughts were destined to become clearer.

"Just like the time node of the scale of quicksand was abandoned, I can also 'abandon' the time residue of Drake Proudmoore in an inaccessible place.

don't hurt him.

But he is not allowed to continue to disturb the world line until that fateful moment, and then let him out. There are many places like this in Azeroth.

Simply find an uninhabited island in the South China Sea and throw him into it.

Or drop it into another abandoned timeline and let him mess around. "

Thinking of this, the bronze dragon folded its wings and landed near the human city from a high altitude. Its body quickly entered the outer layer of the time flow, as if it was hidden in flight.

A giant dragon like it must be very careful when moving around human cities, except for occasional fun, especially when it comes with missions.

The five-color giant dragon army, except for those big villains who have long betrayed the black dragon, all have their own missions.

The dragons see it as an honor.

They don't think that the human civilization that was just born can understand such a heavy glory, so they don't bother to explain it to them.

Not disturbing each other is the best contact mode.

Although there are several human legends active in the city of Lordaeron, thanks to the teachings of the dragon ancestors, Sefiel has some ways to avoid their attention.

"It's getting closer, I caught the breath of Derek Proudmoore, and he is in that big palace."

Sefiel hovered in the air outside the city, surrounded by an outer layer of time flow like a faded yellow photo, and a small inverted hourglass appeared in front of it.

That is its space-time beacon.

Just throw it near Drake, create a small time pause, and take that guy out of the time stream without alarming anyone.

This is the correct way for the bronze dragons to deal with the problem.

The last time I broke into Durnholde Castle carelessly, it was a bit too rough.

Also too loud.

Seifel reviewed his mistakes, and it began to aim at the position of the space-time beacon.

At the same time, in the court of Lordaeron, the smile on the face of Lord Daval Prestor, who was walking among the nobles of Lordaeron, chatting happily with the upper class, suddenly froze.

"Are you unwell, Mr. Daval?"

Nineteen-year-old Calia Menethil, the Princess of Lordaeron accompanying him, noticed the change in the expression on the Lord's face. This youthful, gentle and generous princess immediately asked softly. .

Lord Daval, who was always polite and abiding by the noble model, was a little rude at this moment.

"I suddenly remembered something, come back soon."

He bluntly refused the eldest princess's support, and quickly walked into the rest room near the garden. The moment he stepped into the room and the door closed, Lord Daval's eyes changed suddenly.

A pair of snake eyes filled with dark red and violent aura looked out of the window at the high sky outside the city.

Space does not obstruct its view.

It easily found the bronze dragonling hovering in the sky outside the city, and it was aiming at the time and space beacon of the palace, and it wanted to create a time pause.

This is the special skill of the bronze dragon.

On the battlefield invaded by demons 10,000 years ago, no, in the older time, it has seen the Bronze Dragon Vanguard start a surprise attack in this way countless times.

"Ah, I really miss it.

When the wise Nozdormu still called me elder brother, before every battle we fought side by side, his magical power of time gave me an excellent opportunity to rush into the battlefield. "

Mr. Lord undid the button of his collar with a look of roughness.

It squinted its eyes, stared at the high sky, and said softly:

"When it is a teammate, it is so reassuring, but when it is an opponent, it is so disgusting! Where did the ignorant young dragon come from?

It can actually discover my existence, and has the guts to disturb my game.

Could it be that my brother Nozdormu found me?

Do not.

Will not.

With its character, even if it finds out about my game, it won't intervene in it. It's so cautious. It knows that the dragon soul is under my remote control, so it won't act rashly.

It knows that they come in full force, and there is no chance of winning.

Also, I've heard it's lost in an infinite stream of time, so...is this just a stupid probing by the Bronze Dragonflight? "

The lord rubbed his chin.

After a second, he held out his hand.

It's like holding some invisible thing. It used to be the guardian of the earth. Even though it has already fallen, its authority to control the power of the earth in the entire world is still there.

It decided to respond to this temptation.

Moreover, bronze dragons that are still walking in this world are too rare.

It's too difficult to catch those guys scurrying around in the time stream, and it's rare that this ignorant and brave young dragon in front of you takes the initiative to send it to your door.

"The hour of twilight is destined to come, and I have seen with my own eyes in the abyss a future where all things fear death."

A dark smile appeared on the corner of Lord Daval's mouth.

It looked at the sky and said softly:

"That is a gift, I will give it to you generously, and you will reveal to me the secrets that have been buried in time.

Hug it, little dragon. "

Sefiel's space-time beacon has been calibrated, and it only needs one projection to capture Drake Proudmoore.

But at this moment, a sharp warning sounded in Sefiel's ear.

"Run! It's coming!"

That's the sound of it.

It from the future is warning the present that danger is approaching!

"hum"

A piercing, high-speed rotating sound of something also entered Sefiel's perception at the same time, and it looked down from a high altitude.

To the south of the King City of Lordaeron, the tranquility of the adjacent Lordaeron Lake was broken.

Something rushed into the sky while the lake water was rewinding, and was flying towards it.

It's a rock!

Huge stones fly out of the water, like arrows shot by a hunter's bow, and they are constantly peeling off the surrounding rock formations as they rotate, just like the best skilled craftsmen are constantly carving it.

Quickly shape it into a jujube pit-shaped rolling stone with sharp ends.

It's not fast.

At least in terms of the dragon's perception and reaction speed, it's not fast.

Safiel was confident that he could easily avoid it, but he chose a more bronze dragon-style combat method. It threw the space-time beacon that was originally thrown at the city towards the strange stone.

It suspends time.

"No! Not so!"

The reminder of the future Sefiel became more and more sharp, with a sense of despair, it screamed:

"Back up! Try again! Quick!"

This time the reminder made the young dragon react, and it immediately reversed the time flow to which it belonged according to the reminder of its future self.

But at the same time, the thrown time-space beacon also hit the weird stone.

The moment the power of time came into contact with the sharp time, the speed of the stone's rotation and flight suddenly increased by more than ten times, like a disguised trap, luring unwary prey into it.

That spinning stone carries some kind of force that is not affected by the pause of time at all!

Before Sefiel could react at all, the whistling sharp stone slammed into its slightly bloated abdomen like a bomb.

It exploded the moment the dragon scales were torn apart.

"what!"

The young dragon screamed loudly.

"No! We're done! We're hopeless!"

In the future and the past, at this moment, there are countless it screaming in the ear of the present one at the same time.

In the severe pain of the body, it can feel that a strange force starts to "contaminate" it at other time points along the timeline, using it as a node now.

Its past and future began to crumble.

And now it is about to die.

Terrible fear captured the young dragon, and it turned around and ran, dragging its body that was seriously injured in one blow, and staggered towards the night sky behind it.

The beast-like screams spread in the dark night.

A few minutes later, Lord Daval Prestor, who had changed his clothes, returned to the banquet with his familiar demeanor, and he even purposely found Princess Calia.

Patiently and with great grace, he explained to her his gaffe.

The young princess was empathetic, and she immediately forgave the personable and reassuring Lord Davar.

The dance, which is the last item of the banquet, is about to begin. During the preparation time, a tall attendant with black hair and black eyes from the Prestor family was summoned.

He humbly bowed his head in front of his master, and then heard Lord Daval's order.

"Go and tell those incompetent family members who stayed in my hometown that I had a good time in Lordaeron, and they don't have to worry about me. Then go find the lost 'guest'.

It should be somewhere in the Alterac Mountains, and I'll treat it properly for me. "

"Obey, master."

The attendant responded and quickly left the palace garden.

"Does this dress look good, Mr. Lord."

Princess Calia quickly changed into a long dress that was easy to move around.

With anticipation, she asked the personable Mr. Lord, who sat on a chair and looked at the human princess in front of her with admiring eyes.

There was a look of satisfaction in his black eyes.

He put down his glass and said:

"This beautiful dress was born just for you, Your Highness Jia Liya."

Lord Daval stood up and extended his hand towards the princess politely. With a smile, he said:

"So now, can I have the honor to invite you to dance with me?"

(end of this chapter)