The more immortal you are, the more you care about the prosperity of life.
Either you love it so much that you are immersed in it, or you hate it so much that you destroy everything.
Chromie wasn't surprised either.
The heavy mission needs to be tempered by small surprises in life, such as a particularly delicious apple, or an unexpected encounter with a friend.
"Stella? Little dear! Come to Auntie."
"No, no, stay away from me!"
"Don't be afraid, auntie has delicious apples here."
"Grandpa warned me to stay as far away from a white-haired short man who has the aura of the same race. Stella must listen to grandpa's words."
"That old bastard Senegos...I mean your grandpa was right. You should stay away from a white-headed dwarf. That's right."
"It's a short guy..."
"Can a dwarf be called short? I am the winner of many beauty contests in Gnomeregan, and I am very tall!"
"but……"
"Okay, okay, try this, it's delicious."
To outsiders, it was just an encounter between a high elf and a female dwarf. It was rare but not unusual. At this time of year, all the people who came to visit Keldalon were noble masters and their families. To say that he did not necessarily have a lot of knowledge, it was not enough to just say that he was knowledgeable. There would be too few, so the little surprise of Chromie and Stellagosa meeting didn't cause much of a ripple.
If a master was here with arcane vision, he probably wouldn't think so.
At least in Stellagosa's view, all the magic power around her has been controlled by Chromie, all of her actions have been seen through by Chromie, and her escape route has been locked by Chromie.
He is indeed a genius that Bronze Dragon rarely sees in ten thousand years. Okay, I admit defeat.
In fact, Chromie didn't plan to do anything to Stellagosa. In the end, he just used the little star as a human-shaped sand.
"How did you get here?"
Leaning in Stella's arms, Chromie continued to eat, feeling very unhappy.
"I went to Kaudala to deliver the message, but the minions of the Black Dragon Legion blocked the coastline. His Majesty Malygos suggested that I go south, make a circle, and return to the Broken Islands from the south."
Stellagosa briefly explained her situation.
"Huh? Don't you blue dragons claim to be the masters of magic? Why don't you just open a portal and get home?"
Hearing Chromie's irresponsible praise, Stellagosa shook her breasts in dissatisfaction, making it impossible for Chromie, who was leaning on her chest, to eat properly.
"Stop swaying, stop swaying. If I turned into a high elf and my breasts were bigger than yours, I would really be a child."
After Chromie finished speaking, Stellagosa's legs started to shake.
"Okay, okay, I admit my mistake. There is magic interference in the Broken Islands, so I can't use positioning to teleport. Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, please stop shaking."
Although to the naked eye, Stella is a graceful adult high elf beauty, while Chromie is just a female dwarf who needs to jump up to kick her knees.
But the actual situation is exactly the opposite. According to the night elf classics, Chromie showed the posture of a dragon in the Battle of Quicksand more than three thousand years ago, and Stellagosa was still a young dragon three months ago. .
Therefore, it is said that people cannot be judged by their appearance, and dragons cannot be judged by their appearance.
"What's your mission here?"
After Chromie had eaten roughly her body weight in food, she finally decided to get down to business.
"No, I just heard that there is some kind of celebration in Keldalon. I came to see the excitement."
It was Stella's first time traveling away from home, and she couldn't help but feel a little excited when talking about watching the excitement.
"Girl, you have great potential to be the protagonist."
Chromie sighed.
"Aha?!"
Stella didn’t know why.
"The wedding of the king of the human kingdom of Alterac is considered a big event in the human world."
"Well, I heard there is a fireworks show."
"Go back and let your grandpa show it to you. His farts will be brighter than human fireworks."
"I will tell Grandpa the truth."
"Tch, it's like Senegos can open a portal and come out from behind me and press my face to the ground and rub it."
"Is something going to happen?"
After all, Stellagosa was not an ordinary little dragon, and she understood the kindness behind Chromie's teasing.
"You are so sensible, I don't think you are a child anymore."
Chromie said this, and Stellagosa instantly became happy.
After all, he is still a child...
"You came at the wrong time. In two years, the Eastern Continent may be a good playground. However, the current Eastern Continent is basically a slaughterhouse. Don't continue your play and give up going all the way south to Booty Bay. The plan of the goblin ship to return to the Broken Islands is to go directly from Keldaron to Hillbrad, from Southsea Town to Kul Tiras, and then take the ocean route to the outskirts of the Broken Islands and fly back by itself."
"It's so far away..."
Chromie wanted to beat the kid.
On the shores of the pleasant Lake Keldaron, a beautiful mature blood elf woman hugs a cute dwarf and enjoys the scenery under the tree. What a pleasing picture. Unfortunately, under the interference of Chromie's spell, the surrounding mortals Ignore this beautiful scenery.
After all the talk, Stellagosa was finally driven away. Chromie glanced sideways at the apple cores on the ground, stretched his body and left.
Even the bronze dragon known as the guardian of time is nothing more than a slave of time. Even if Chromie used the Sands of Time to peek into the future, he could not be sure of the consequences of his intervention.
Such as the arrival of Stellagosa.
In the glimpsed future, a blood-stained wedding completely angered the main war faction of the alliance. The Southern Expedition went smoothly. The Red Dragon Queen, who had escaped from trouble early, viciously plotted against Neltharion. The conspiracy of the ancient god was advanced. reveal.
This is already the best development in the foreseeable future, and Chromie is doing his best to maintain the direction of the plot.
However, the biggest trouble is key man Carlos Barov.
Those who think they are smart will eventually die because of their own cleverness.
Chromie, who has witnessed the demise of countless world lines in Azeroth, has identified one truth - the Burning Legion is the source of all disasters.
Why didn't the bronze dragon stop the orc invasion?
As long as they plead with the demigods, the night elves will not stay aloof. If the night elves make an expedition across the sea, the orcs will not be the opponents of the Kaldorei at all. At this point in time, the night elves still have the strength to look down on Azeroth. Strong, invincible.
But it can't, because without the power of the orcs, there will be no tribal alliance in the future. The troll tauren are a bunch of scattered sand, let alone make any contribution to the fight against the legions. It is a good thing if they don't help the evil.
This is really a tragic fact. Without the addition of the orcs, humans and night elves would not be able to defeat the Burning Legion.
Why didn't the bronze dragon prevent the undead natural disaster from exploding?
Because this is the best choice for the world of Azeroth. Cold, heartless, but effective. To stop one Ner'zhul and eleven thousand Dreadlords, the Bronze Dragon Legion and the Burning Legion were playing a secret war with no chance of winning. On the contrary, the outbreak of the undead natural disaster seemed to have severely damaged human society, but it caused the rise of the undead. The Scourge, which the Burning Legion thought they were supporting, eventually turned traitor and became the backbone of the fight against the Burning Legion. And because of the planning of the undead natural disaster, the Burning Legion slowed down other plans.
Facing the overwhelming strength of the Burning Legion, the Bronze Dragon could not find a better future.
By peering into the future, Chromie found Carlos amid countless tragedies.
As early as 10,000 years ago, the King of Time and Sand spoke of the Twilight of the Dragons, and the era of relying on dragons to protect Azeroth was dying. The mortal race must be touched before Azeroth can have a future. However, in countless futures, the Bronze Dragon Clan is waiting for the end of the world, and it is just a matter of time.
Regardless of history or the future, they all tell the fact that mortal races cannot fight against the Burning Legion.
So who can?
Titan! Pantheon.
The Creator of the dragons can!
Among countless future possibilities, Chromie glimpsed a bright future, which was the third coming of the Titans.
And the central figure in this bright future is Carlos Barov.
However, there is a very troublesome little problem, that is, one of the prerequisites for touching this future is that Carlos Barov cannot contact the Ancient God.
Any form of direct contact will result in annihilation at the end of Titanfall, a conclusion reached by one hundred and seventy-eight Death Memories.
So Chromie couldn't help but sigh, the world always wrongly accuses me of causing trouble, but when it comes to truth, who is the opponent of the ancient god?
