Time is not an independent attribute, but a reference coefficient.
Time is space, they are just different expressions of the same thing.
Only by understanding this can we understand the nature of time flow.
A simple example.
For a distance of one thousand kilometers, if your speed per unit time is one kilometer, then it takes one thousand units of time to complete the movement from starting point A to end B. These one thousand units of time are your journey. reference scale.
And it is meaningless on its own. Only by spreading it over a distance of one thousand kilometers can you explain your movement in detail. By materializing the displacement that occurred in this space, this period of time becomes "history."
History has nothing to do with time, the only participants are people and events.
If you use your brain a little, it is not difficult to understand that time is just a word created out of thin air by intelligent races to facilitate self-recognition and understanding.
The development and change process of things has nothing to do with time, and time lags behind this process.
For the same one thousand kilometers, when your speed reaches one thousand kilometers per unit time, then for someone whose speed is only one kilometer per unit time, you are the god of time.
You can appear out of thin air at his front, back, left, right, end, and starting point. One moment you can make a face in front of him, and the next moment you can go behind him and give him a front and side kick.
This is the essence of time, a coefficient of comparison and reference, attached to the existence of space.
This is also the biggest secret of the Bronze Dragon. The flow of time is dependent on the existence of the Emerald Dream. Only by relying on the spatial attributes of the Emerald Dream that are both independent of and related to Azeroth, can the bronze dragon have the ability to travel through the time stream.
But except for Nozdormu, the King of Bronze Dragons, almost all bronze dragons do not understand this principle.
Carlos walked through the Emerald Dream, following his inner guidance and unknowingly entering the vortex of time.
The past, the future, countless things that have happened, things that have not happened, things that are about to happen, a collection of all possibilities.
Suddenly, the word copy appeared in Carlos' mind.
Countless Azeroths, Lich Queen Jaina, Jackal Emperor Hogg, Lord of Light Illidan...
The truth behind the Great Barrier of Azeroth is that within the enclosed space, Titans confused the development process of things.
Azeroth is a huge testing ground.
Countless possibilities, through continuous self-evolution, to find the final solution.
Hmm...is the answer 42?
After a moment of silence, Carlos put the 42 joke behind him.
This is really amazing. How did I break through the layers of blockades and get here?
As a three-dimensional creature, how can it reach the time flow that only five-dimensional creatures can theoretically set foot on?
Carlos couldn't understand what he was seeing.
But there is no need for him to understand, because everything about him is an arranged process. Through means that he cannot detect, some information factors that did not originally exist in the world of Azeroth were dialyzed out of his soul and integrated into the time flow. It brought the call of ancient times.
Aman'Thul, wake up!
It was at this moment that Carlos finally remembered the key issue that had been deliberately ignored - where is the system? !
After escaping from Draenor Archimonde, he seemed to have forgotten the existence of the system.
No, it's not simply forgotten, but the system setting has been deleted.
And at this moment, leilaleila, the system is here again.
But before Carlos could think about it, a huge suction force began to tug at his soul.
In a daze, Carlos saw a huge dragon shape, black whirlpool minions, and all kinds of strange things. Then, he felt tired.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a big ugly face in front of him.
"Cenarius?!"
"Praise Elune, you finally wake up."
"What am I?"
Without any extra explanation, Cenarius grabbed Carlos and put him on his back. Branches and vines immediately fixed Carlos' body in place.
Cenarius then began to run through the wilderness.
"what happened?"
Carlos's memory was a little confused, and his intelligence was only about 79 for a while, and he was completely confused.
"You should rest for a while and wait until I send you out."
Cenarius' attention was not on Carlos, but on carefully guarding his surroundings.
You're shaking like this when you run, why don't I take a rest?
Carlos' IQ recovered quickly, and he had regained his ability to complain in a short period of time.
So, one person and one deer fell into silence for a while.
Carlos recalled, Cenarius was on guard.
Although the atmosphere was tense, there were no accidents along the way. So, with a bang, it felt like going to the supermarket and passing the wind curtain at the door. The world was different.
Cenarius then released Carlos and placed him on the ground.
"Don't move around here. I'll come back as soon as I go."
After giving instructions, Cenarius cast a spell with both hands, opened a portal, and walked into it.
Then, Carlos, who was messy in the wind, felt as if he had been shorter for a lifetime. When he looked around, he found that he was in an empty grassland.
The lawn under your feet forms a wonderful symbol through the changes in color shades.
The sky is blue and the air is filled with sweet smell.
This is a dish...ah, it's the breath of freedom.
"The Emerald Dream...?"
"Yes, this is the Emerald Dream."
"!!!"
Carlos turned around, Cenarius was already standing behind him.
It’s really elusive and comes back as soon as you go...
"I know you, mortal king."
"I also know you, son of Luna, Cenarius."
The words that came out of his mouth, Carlos immediately knew that something was wrong.
The fact that Cenarius is Malorne's child is not a secret, it is recorded in the books, but no one who has lived for ten thousand years has the right to know that Cenarius is the son of Elune.
It's going to happen!
I just woke up, my brain is not working well, I talk nonsense, something is going to happen! ! !
But contrary to Carlos' expectations, Cenarius was not surprised that he knew about the Son of the Moon, and he didn't even have the intention to ask.
"How could you physically enter the Emerald Dream? This is extremely dangerous."
Cenarius asked.
"I have no idea."
It's not that I don't know the reason, it's that I don't know how to say it.
Everything was so bizarre that Carlos could only omit some things that couldn't be said, pick out the remaining things that could be said, and tell the story roughly.
"Chromie... Bronze Dragon... Well, it doesn't seem strange to be related to them. Let's talk about the details. I will send you out now."
Just like the Matrix, four huge portals rise out of nowhere, mountains and rivers suddenly appear, and the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers come at a moment’s notice.
It’s simply...let there be light.
Cenarius cast a small spell, and Carlos turned into a jumping little tree man. Then Cenarius summoned a group of tree men and sisters of laughter, letting Carlos mix in, and then walked into it. A portal.
After walking out of the portal, many dragon soldiers of the Green Dragon Legion were guarding the surroundings. A green dragon bowed his head to greet Cenarius after spotting him, and then said something in dragon language. Cenarius replied with a few words, and then left directly.
After walking for about half an hour, Cenarius observed the surroundings vigilantly, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"There are still some troubles that need to be sorted out, so I won't escort you away. My children will protect you and return to human society. Just leave it alone."
After saying that, Cenarius disappeared from Carlos' sight at an unscientific speed.
"Um...where is this?"
"The Hinterlands."
A dryad answered Carlos' question.
The Hinterlands.
Carlos looked up at the sky, where dreams begin.
