War Hymn of Warcraft [WOW]

Everything in the past time cannot be changed, this is your task, the responsibility of the Eternal.

- Titans watch over the Guardian of Order, Tyr.

At the end of time, Soli Domi was looking worriedly at the scorched land in the distance.

"Your mission is to use this device to collect information on this timeline." Crodom looked at the group of adventurers in front of him—a paladin who devoutly believed in the Holy Light, and a shadow priest who pursued the inner power of life , There are death knights who were driven by the Lich King and then switched to the camp of the living, there are also mages who manipulate the power of destruction, and there are many warriors who hang out among mercenaries. This is a characteristic job in Azeroth. Adventurers only have camps, regardless of race, good or evil. As long as they are paid enough, adventurers can let you do anything for him.

The adventurer nodded, passed through the gate of time, and headed to the next destination.

This place used to be the sacred place of the dragon clan, obsidian, ruby, emerald, crystal, and bronze hidden in the mist. Here, it used to be the birthplace of the dragon eggs of the five guardian dragons. Even during the reign of the Lich King, it was polluted by the undead and the eternal dragons, but it was still so dazzling.

But something is wrong here, Crodom thought, something is wrong...

In the past, the Bronze Dragon Clan was tasked with guarding the timeline. Guard the timelines, correct their mistakes, and ensure the purity of the timelines. But no matter which timeline the bronze dragon finally thinks has reached the point of no return, they will not easily destroy the timeline—even if it is a last resort, the bronze dragon will collect all the information on this timeline, so as to recover from the wrong timeline. lessons learned.

But this time, after the Dragon King came back, he decided to destroy this timeline without saying a word. Moreover, he did not send anyone to collect information in this area. Even though this is where the fallen him is, based on Crodom's understanding of him, such a thing should not happen.

"Father, what on earth are you thinking..."

What Crodom didn't know was that in the area she couldn't explore, where the bronze dragon clan was born, an iron-blue giant dragon and another bronze giant dragon were chatting harmoniously. If Solidomi saw this scene, she would definitely be shocked—because one of the dragons was exactly the "father" she called; and the other was the future where her "father" fell into corruption, Muno who became the eternal dragon king. Zido.

"Have you really made up your mind, Mr. Nozdor?" The atmosphere between Nozdormu and Mr. Nozdor was uncharacteristically harmonious. He looked at the iron-blue dragon with an indescribably calm voice. .

But the iron-blue dragon's eyes were not on him, sitting on the top of the bronze hourglass, Mnozduo looked in the direction of Wyrmrest Temple.

"Dragon's Rest Temple, Dragon's Rest Temple. The dragon is asleep, so what's the use of me staying in this world?"

"Why didn't you stop him? For him to become like this, he must have been with you."

"Yeah, the two of us are together. But because of this, I can't stop him. I know that even if he was bewitched by the ancient gods, he didn't lose his mind. It is his wish to exterminate all creatures in this world. Creatures include himself, and of course me."

The Bronze Holy Land fell into a long silence, only the silent sound of the Eternal Dragons stepping on the sand while patrolling. After a long time, Mnozdor turned his head and looked at Nozdormu.

"You should go back too, this is the fate I have made up my mind to, isn't it?"

Nozdormu was silent for a long time and sighed. He slowly spread his wings and flew into the distant sky.

"In terms of attachment to Neltharion, I am not as good as you, Mnoz."

The voice of the Bronze Dragon King echoed in Mnozdo's ears. Looking at the direction he was leaving, Mnozdo lay down on the hourglass again, waiting for the group of adventurers to arrive.

As if sighing to the departed Nozdormu, and as if talking to himself, the last utterance of the Eternal Dragon King echoed in this twisted wasteland:

"When you have passed through the boundless loneliness and gloom, you will find that even though he has fallen into madness, he is still the moonlight that comforts your soul. Without him, one day, you will become Muno like me Zidor, Soli Domi will still be killed by Kelzdormu. We have long since lost our redemption, and so have I and you in the past..."