The scene in front of him made Alsace's heart beat wildly. Although he had never been here before, it didn't mean that he didn't know where it was.
The pitch-black rocks, the white waves rising into the sky, the oppressive gray-green clouds in the sky, and the green evil energy beams that burst into the sky in the middle of the island. Isn't this the Broken Beach invaded by the Burning Legion?
What was in that bottle sent him more than ten years into the future?
Arthas had a headache. He never expected that the bottle of dragon essence would have such an effect, but what does this have to do with the "transcendence" mentioned by that damn Chronos?
After taking a few deep breaths, Arthas forced himself to calm down and focus on the astrolabe.
At this time, the disk representing arcane magic has begun to rotate steadily, almost the same as when Arthas first came into contact with the Holy Light. In other words, he can now learn arcane magic, but Arthas would rather not. This ability does not want to be suddenly sent to the future more than ten years later.
The training of Holy Light and Death has taken up a lot of Alsace's time. He still understands the principle of biting off more than he can chew. Moreover, judging from his current physical condition, the efficiency and increase of using the two powers are the greatest. .
Anyway, he won't have the time and energy to learn the way of arcane magic in a short period of time. However, the activation of the arcane astrolabe also gave Alsace a very high arcane resistance. This not only refers to arcane magic, but also to arcane magic. It is all elemental energy born based on the essence of arcane magic.
Any magic that is driven by arcane spells will pose a much lower threat to Alsace. Coupled with the rune barrier derived from the power of death and the shield maintained by the Holy Light, the ability to withstand beatings is almost significantly improved.
There are some other benefits that Arthas has no time to figure out now. The most important thing now is to figure out whether he has traveled through time and space or entered the illusion of time.
Thinking of this, Arthas tried to summon Frostmourne, which existed in the rift between reality and the plane of shadow. Unexpectedly, this magic sword was indeed summoned.
"Am I just trapped in the illusion of time?" Arthas began to think as he held the heavy magic sword.
Until a familiar voice interrupted Alsace's thoughts, "Oh my god, what is going on? Why are you here?"
"Chromie? Where are you?" Arthas was stunned for a moment before he realized. Isn't this the same Chromie who had met him once in the historical fog of Andorhal?
"I'm hiding in the cracks of time. This place is full of demons. It's too dangerous. Wait, the more serious question is, why do you and this sword appear here?" Chromie quickly spit out a lot of words. , but just after she finished speaking, her voice stopped as if it was stuck.
After a while, when Alsace was getting a little impatient, Chromie's voice suddenly sounded again, "Okay, okay, I understand! Oh my God, why are there such strange things in this world? Is this possible?" Won't it cause a paradox like this? If it weren't for myself, I would wonder if the Eternal Dragon is causing trouble."
"Chromie, let's get to the point." Arthas could imagine Chromie dancing like a dwarf just by thinking about it. He was in no mood to play riddles with the bronze dragon right now.
"Oh, okay! First of all, what I want to say is that unfortunately, His Highness Arthas, you did not enter an illusion, but actually traveled through time and space. This is another timeline that does not belong to your time. .
Although I don't know how you got here, if you can get here, something must have gone wrong. As for the specific reason, I don't know.
In the timeline after Deathwing's fall, the power of all dragons has become much weaker, and we bronze dragons cannot cross the long river of time as easily as before.
In other words, I can't send you back to your original time.
Therefore, my advice to you is to leave here quickly. This island is very dangerous now. Countless heroes and warriors will fall here. If you die, your original timeline will definitely change dramatically!
have you understood? If you don't want to cause big trouble, you have to find a way to leave here now and come to the Cave of Time in Tanaris, and we will help you find a way. "
"Are you done? I have a question to ask." After listening to Chromie's series of answers, Arthas asked thoughtfully, "Since you said that I have traveled through time and space, why can I still summon The sword Frostmourne? It has no reason to be with me."
Chromie's voice broke for a moment, and then quickly sounded again, "I don't know either! Do you know, in the eyes of our bronze dragons, you are just a mist, and all possibilities and impossibilities lie with you. Gathered on your body, no one knows how you summoned the long-broken Frostmourne!"
It seems that Chronos's research results are far beyond his imagination... This guy is really a genius, using the essence of a young dragon to make such a thing.
Arthas shook his head, and was about to try to summon the Invincible to carry him away from the island, but a sudden rise of holy light that was unable to be extinguished attracted his attention.
Chromie seemed to be aware of Alsace's movements, and she said nervously, "Hey, you don't want... This has nothing to do with you at all, does it? They are not the people you know!"
Arthas paused for a moment and asked Chromie, "Do you think I will go?"
The Bronze Dragon was speechless for a moment, and finally she said helplessly, "You can go if you want. Can't I stop you? Anyway, after you arrive at this timeline, the rest of the time has become a mist."
After saying these words, Chromie stopped communicating with Arthas. She seemed to hide back in time. Arthas sighed with a smile, put Frostmourne back into the crack, and held it in his hand. Warhammer, lifted the hood on the top of his cloak, and walked towards the place where the holy light flashed.
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"Your miserable Holy Light can't save you, Fording. There is no place for Holy Light here." Balnazzar's ferocious laughter echoed in the ring valley. He was surrounded by numerous demons. Under his feet There are corpses of silver Northern Expedition soldiers one after another.
"The Holy Light...must win..." Tirion Fordring, the great lord of the Silver Crusade and the current Ashbringer, this gray-haired old man now looks tired, but the Ashbringer in his hand still exudes With the burning holy light.
"Why bother to resist? What the Holy Light can give you is only one ten thousandth of the evil energy. Join us and we will give you supreme power." Balnazzar looked at Tiri who was at the end of his strength in a joking way. Oh, if such determined warriors were transformed into legion's killing machines, the scene would be very, very interesting.
"Balnazzar, I will personally cut off your head to avenge those dead warriors!" Tirion took a deep breath, and the remaining power of holy light in his body suddenly exploded, supporting him to stand up. His eyes were full of determination, and at the same time, he was very clear about his fate.
Balnazzar is right. On this island obscured by evil energy, Tirion cannot feel the protection of the Holy Light at all. He can use the last power of the Holy Light to lead his troops to escape from the siege and break through. Getting here is already a miracle.
The battle just now caused him to suffer serious injuries. His strength was disappearing minute by minute, and even his vision became a little blurry. But these are not important now. The soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition who died in the battle cannot be in vain. Sacrifice, Tirion will make Balnazzar and his lackeys pay the price!
