Alsace, who was riding a war horse, was galloping alone on the road leading to Andorhal, the important town in West Wilder. The surrounding scenery quickly receded. Under the evening sun, Alsace had already seen the buildings of Andorhal.
Alsace held the reins and rode faster, planning to enter Andorhal before it got completely dark.
But as the scenery moved, Alsace suddenly noticed something amiss, and the war horse began to gradually slow down under his control.
An extremely strange scene appeared in front of him. The road leading to Andorhal in Alsace's vision became dim, as if it were a scene in a faded painting.
The green woods and grass were dyed with a decaying yellow color, exuding the slightest breath of death, as if they had returned to the Icecap Glacier where the undead were ravaging.
The originally rich and fertile soil of Andorhal has become barren and dry. Animal carcasses can be seen everywhere, and the land is lifeless, just like a person who has been infected with a terrible disease and is dying.
Broken corpses and charred carriages gradually appeared on the road. The faces of some of the deceased were extremely hideous. They must have experienced great fright and pain before they died.
The wide main road could not even accommodate Alsace's war horse. Alsace, who was riding the horse, could not get off the horse. But when he was about to lead the horse forward, he found that Alsace was still standing next to him just now. The horses disappeared out of thin air.
Alsace was slightly surprised by this change, but he soon calmed down - what he saw was not the real reality, but some kind of illusion.
Alsace leaned down, pulled up a few dry grass blades on the ground, and rubbed them in his hands a few times. The dry grass blades immediately turned into debris and fell to the ground.
With the whining wind, Alsace could clearly hear the pungent rotten smell. The entire West Wilder was shrouded in terrible plague and death. This place was no longer a home for people to live and work in peace and contentment.
Who created such a real illusion? Could it be that the Dread Lord is repeating his old tricks, hoping to break through his own defenses?
But when he examined his mind, he found that he was not blinded by magic, but that the world he lived in had truly changed.
A lot of questions filled Alsace's mind. What happened? Why did I mistakenly enter a seemingly real plane?
Andorhal was just ahead. Arthas checked his equipment and prepared to go to the city to see what was going on.
The further Alsace walked, the more familiar the scene in front of him became. When the ruins of Andorhal completely entered Alsace's field of vision, he finally remembered.
"This is the future...the Western Plaguelands occupied by the Undead Scourge?"
A large number of skeletons and ghouls are wandering in the ruins of Andorhal. This once prosperous town is now a hellish scene, and the residents of the town have long become minions of natural disasters.
Moreover, Alsace, who was standing outside the city, had a premonition that the source of this abnormal vision was in Andorhal, and he had to go in to see what happened.
But those undead blocking the road obviously would not let a living person like him enter Andorhal. When Alsace appeared in their field of vision, countless greedy and bloodthirsty eyes looked at Alsace.
Arthas originally wanted to take out Frostmourne, but his hand holding the sword hilt paused, and then he grabbed the handle of the war hammer again.
A faint holy light gradually enveloped the war hammer. Arthas moved his body and strode into the undead front.
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Thirty minutes later, Arthas followed the guidance from his heart and arrived in front of the deserted Andorhal Hotel. Behind him was a mountain of undead corpses.
These low-level cannon fodder can no longer pose a threat to Alsace, and cannot even reduce his physical strength.
And when Alsace stood in front of the door of the abandoned hotel, the originally extremely crazy undead suddenly lost their target and wandered around blankly for a while before slowly retreating back.
Arthas then put the warhammer stained with undead rot on his back again and pushed open the hotel door that was covered in dust and cobwebs.
After the harsh friction sound of "squeaking", Alsace waved his hand and covered his mouth and nose. The entire interior of the hotel was filled with the rotten musty smell and choking dust.
The scattered tables and chairs and the messy counter showed that the hotel was simultaneously in panic and chaos when the disaster occurred.
In the corner, Arthas also saw a complete human skeleton. For some reason, he was not resurrected by the undead. Perhaps he was eaten too thoroughly by the undead.
Except for the sound of Alsatian boots on the ground, there was no movement on the entire first floor of the hotel. It was exactly like a haunted house in a supernatural novel.
And in this hotel that should have been quiet for many years, Alsace heard the noise of people drinking and drinking from the second floor. But when he stepped on the old escalator to the second floor, except for a few rooms There was nothing outside the cobweb-covered room.
"here……"
The sudden voice made Alsace turn his head suddenly and look at the closed door of the guest room at the end of the corridor.
Alsace frowned suspiciously and strode toward the guest room. Just as he passed a room in the corridor, a black figure jumped out.
It was an ugly ghoul! Arthas didn't panic at all, as if he had known such a scene for a long time, and the steel gauntlet rushed forward to meet him.
The flimsy wooden wall could not withstand Alsace's power at all. The flying ghoul was pinned down by the fallen wall. Alsace raised his foot and stepped on its head. The miserable ghoul The ghoul immediately fell silent.
After shaking off the unknown liquid on his hand, Alsace pressed on the door handle and opened the closed door.
However, this room is not as old and messy as other abandoned guest rooms. Instead, it is as clean, comfortable and tidy as a normal guest room that is often cleaned.
But what really caught Alsace's attention was not this weird room, but a short figure sitting at the desk in the room.
When the figure heard the door being opened, she turned around on her chair. When she saw Alsace passing by, the little dwarf jumped up from the chair in surprise.
"Wow! Thank God, I finally succeeded!" The female dwarf has a completely different appearance from other dwarf women. Instead, she looks more like a human girl.
Her golden hair was tied into two buns, she held a staff inlaid with gems in her hand, and she was wearing a strange yellow, white and black robe, which did not belong to the uniform of any human mage organization.
After Arthas saw this figure who was almost engraved in the depths of his soul, his first reaction was to take out Frostmourne, and the runes on the sword instantly lit up.
The little dwarf's expression froze, and she quickly waved to Alsace, "Hey, hey, hey! Don't be so nervous. Can you put away... ahem, that sword first? Nice to meet you, my name is..."
"Chromie, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation."
Arthas now fully understood that the guy in front of him must have caused him to enter this weird future scene!
Chromie, who looks like a cute female dwarf, is actually a bronze dragon whose real name is Cronom, a member of the Bronze Dragon Legion. Her appearance immediately made Arthas wary.
After sensing Arthas' strong hostility, Chromie smiled dryly and took a step back without leaving a trace, intending to stay away from Frostmourne.
"Ahem, I will make it clear, but can you put away Frostmourne first - you are a bit scary like this."
That sword was a cursed weapon that even giant dragons would fear, and the prince of Lordaeron in front of her was definitely the most abnormal one in all timelines.
His power exceeds that of his contemporaneous self in any timeline, and he embarks on a path that has never happened before - this is the main reason why she is here.
"I'll give you a minute to explain, otherwise I think Frostmourne would be happy to have a taste of the dragon."
Chromie rolled his eyes, but he was very honest, "No, I don't have any ill intentions, I just want to chat with you."
"Let's talk? What do we have to talk about? You are the guardians of time from above. I can't hide from you before it's too late."
"I knew it would be like this, but, Arthas, you know, there is a big problem in the timeline you are on!" Chromie made a big circle with his hand, trying to express the significance of this problem. How serious.
"Problem? I don't think there is any problem. Everything is fine now. Maybe the Burning Legion won't be able to come."
"That's just because you can see that there are no problems. From our perspective, that's not the case." Chromie sighed, "Do you know why I pulled you into this world? This is what is called 'correct' The history of the world.”
"At this time, you, who have become one with the Lich King, are still sleeping on the Frozen Throne, while the territory of Lordaeron has completely become a paradise for the undead."
"You should know this, so I won't say more - normally speaking, although your timeline is different from the correct history, we will not interfere because every timeline has its own existence. reason."
Chromie's expression became weird, "But, there happened to be a problem here. The time you are in cannot be interfered with. I tried my best to pull you out of there, but it can only continue. a very short time."
"Cannot be interfered with? What do you mean, don't you bronze dragons come and go freely in the long river of time?"
Arthas raised questions, but he probably also understood that the reason why he did not encounter the bronze dragon and the eternal dragon was probably because of what Chromie said.
"You cannot interfere because the timeline you are in has gradually begun to incorporate many other possibilities of ending at a certain stage, resulting in a price that even His Majesty Nozdormu cannot bear."
Nozdormu, the bronze dragon king who has accepted the power of time and space, can see the future at different points in time and can even predict his own death, but such a being can't interfere with his own time?
"The Bronze Dragon Legion is not what ordinary people think. There are countless Bronze Dragon Legions in countless worlds. In fact, after His Majesty Nozdormu accepted the blessing and gained authority, the entire Bronze Dragon Legion is extremely special among the dragon legions. exist."
“We are the past, the present, and the future.”
"And precisely because there are so many things we can observe, various paradoxes and fates can easily distort our minds. Even His Majesty Nozdormu himself is very careful in using his power and does not dare to overdo it. Interfere with the flow of time.”
"Because if time is interfered with too much, the side effects can be enough to drive even the most powerful dragon crazy and lose their mind."
"So we have to emphasize 'correction', just to avoid the serious impact of certain special circumstances. But we are also thinking about the question of what is the true destiny of Azeroth."
As Chromie spoke, her body became unreal. She realized that she didn't have much time, so she speeded up her speech.
"Listen, Alsace, your appearance is a very special turning point, at least the automatic feedback of the long river of time proves this. I can't tell you too many things, because just knowing some things will lead to huge consequences. mess."
"I just want to convey a message: the sands of time have turned over again——."
Halfway through Chromie's words, she seemed to have been pressed on the pause button. Her voice was stuck and her movements were stagnant. Alsace's eyes only felt blurry. Chromie's body seemed to be stretched out. Become distorted and void.
"Snapped!"
There was a soft sound like a balloon exploding, and Arthas was shaken all over. He recovered from a sense of weightlessness. He was still riding on his horse, galloping on the road to Andorhal.
Chromie's appearance and sudden departure left Arthas confused. Instead of dissipating, the doubts in his heart only grew.
However, her arrival made Arthas certain of one thing. The bronze dragon could not influence his choice. They might know it, but they could not take actual action.
But Arthas always felt that Chromie had something important to say before he was cut off by the side effects of affecting time and space.
Arthas suddenly felt that he should take the initiative to find the Aspect Dragon. Some things seemed not exactly the same as what he knew.
