"Oh, oh, that's it. So that's what it is like. Oh, oh, oh, it's amazing. Okay, you can go."
The one who can find the bronze dragon is always another bronze dragon.
Chromie has been hiding in the Demon Nest for who knows how many years. The first thing to do when returning to Azeroth is to find out what year it is.
The Sands of Time have long been used up. Although Silithus is not far from the Cave of Time, Chromie has no intention of going home.
Archimonde is here, now go back to the Cave of Time without being dragged into hell.
I just followed the breath and knocked the little brother's sap casually, and simply figured out the action plan of Quicksand Scale, and also asked about the status of this timeline.
The good news is that Carlos Barov, who owed her a favor, is still alive.
The bad news is that this timeline has escaped the Bronze Dragon's control.
But Chromie felt that this matter had nothing to do with her.
Archimonde, all the world lines of Azeroth that are bound by the flow of time cannot escape the natural disaster of annihilation.
Either be destroyed by Archimonde, or destroy Archimonde and wait for the next disaster to come.
In Azeroth, Doomsday Crisis is a feature that runs through all versions. If you don’t like it, don’t play it.
Feeling that the current generation of young dragons was not as good as the previous generation, Chromie left Silithus, the birthplace of the Burning Legion, and headed north, preparing to communicate with his clone.
"Why, why did Sister Chromie beat me up? Why should she beat me up!"
The bronze dragon who was responsible for monitoring the Burning Legion felt aggrieved and wanted to cry. Can this bronze dragon clan get better? When can the young bronze dragon stand up.
When he thought of this, he was so angry that he was shaking and sweating.
The continent of Kalimdor has become a mess.
Before Archimonde came, the night elves' sentries fought for territory in Ashenvale with Gromsh Hellscream, who was supported by Thrall; Thrall and Jaina engaged in intrigues and political negotiations in Dustwallow Marsh; Fandral Staghelm He tried his best to persuade Tyrande Whisperwind to put down his prejudices and accept the compatriots of Elre'Thalas; the tauren and centaurs fought in the name of father and mother to fight to the death; a trade war broke out between the Bilgewater Consortium and the Gadgetzan Consortium, and the seven pirate kings The man was involved in the goblin infighting; Malfurion, Malfurion was sleeping.
The night elves, who had been briefly active due to the previous crisis in Elrethalas, seemed to have fallen back into a state of calm and sluggishness, and Cenarius' entire god was in bad shape.
In other time streams that survived the Archimonde event, Cenarius either defeated Gromsh Hellscream who was contaminated by Mannoroth's own demonic blood and was seriously injured and comatose, or Gromsh Hellscream fell into a coma with an axe. Kill Cenarius.
In other words, this Kalimdor demigod essentially only existed as a spiritual leader on the background wall during the second natural disaster invasion.
However, it is too fast now, really too fast, as if there is an invisible hand playing with the speed of this timeline, and everything is accelerated.
Referring to other timelines, Kel'Thuzad and Ner'zhul spent several years benefiting from the destruction of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and finally completed Archimonde's summoning ceremony, leading to the famous scene of Dalaran being annihilated by quicksand. . Not only that, Illidan also went to Northrend to find trouble with the Lich King only after Archimonde arrived.
It's messed up, everything is messed up.
Cenarius, who was supposed to be sleeping in the Emerald Dream to regain his strength, had not had time to fall asleep before Archimonde came. Such a huge disturbance in magic power did not even require the night elves to notify Cenarius that something was wrong.
This time, however, the problem was bigger.
Analyzing his heart, Cenarius is afraid of Archimonde.
Thinking back to those days, Cenarius heard his mother's whispers and entangled the two brothers Agamaggan, Usol Ursoc, Avina and his father Malorne to form an alliance of the Gods of the Wilderness, uniting more than ten people. A wilderness demigod, as well as the remnants of the Aspect Dragon Legion before the split and the Elf Empire at its peak?
Regardless of the final outcome of such a strong Azeroth Shaman team, I can only advise myself that if the outcome is good, everything will be fine.
Fear is not shrinking. Even if Cenarius faces Archimonde again, he will choose to fight to the end without hesitation. But with the painful memories of the last time, the demigod was much more cautious this time.
First summon his great disciple.
Dear Lord Cenarius, the user you called is not in the service area.
Fine.
Sent out the raven, Cenarius summoned all the stewards in the continent of Kalimdor to come to the Poplar Valley Woodland for a meeting.
Anyone who doesn't come doesn't give me, Old Lu Man, face.
At the same time, Archimonde's troops were out of strength and he was afraid of cancer.
Unlike Cenarius who was afraid of Sargeras' power, Archimonde, as a cautious demon king, knew that a demon would die if it was killed.
According to Kil'jaeden, the Scourge is the chess piece he left to Archimonde. This time the Azeroth strategy mainly relies on the undead plague army as the main force. The Burning Legion can win by just standing around.
But Arthas released Archimonde, and the main force of the Undead Scourge is still in Northrend.
Because Ner'zhul was assassinated by Illidan, how could I, a death knight, be appointed as the new generation of Lich King? When I think of this, I can't help but want to recite a few lines of poetry.
As the second man of the Burning Legion, Archimonde was not in the mood to listen to the nonsense of a county-level city sales department, so he immediately punished Arthas.
But after sensing the existence of the World Tree, everything was different.
Mine, mine, all mine. That idiot Kil'jaeden must not know the existence of the World Tree, otherwise how could he give me the opportunity to conquer Azeroth.
Alsace's previous disrespect no longer mattered.
The troops are coming, Archimonde is going to fight steadily today.
Suppressing the joy and expectation in his heart, the Defiler urged the Lich King and the Dreadlord to quickly mobilize troops from Northrend, and used his own power to pull cannon fodder from the Twisting Nether.
That's right, they are cannon fodder. In Archimonde's eyes, everyone except himself is a kid with ulterior motives.
The Dreadlord is a twenty-five-year-old boy.
The Lord of the Abyss is a young man.
Jaraxxus is the 25th kid.
Kil'jaeden is the biggest king of the 25th generation.
Only he, Archimonde, is the heir to the great will of Sargeras' Burning Crusade!
Archimonde will prove today that after absorbing the power of the World Tree, Sargeras is nothing. He is the future of the Burning Legion! ! !
If you have too many ideas, your actions will naturally slow down.
The night elves in Silithus have been rushing for help for 1,600 miles, and Archimonde is still gathering strength in the yellow sand of Silithus.
It's really a shame for the Qiraji and C'Thun.
Chromie didn't know all the plans of the Astral Mage Medivh, but she knew that the Astral Mage was more of a person than the clone of Medivh the Warden who stayed in Azeroth.
So Chromie didn't mind being taken advantage of.
When Chromie found his clone in this timeline, the two Chromies stared at each other with big eyes.
"Why did you accept the blessing of the ancient god?"
"Why do you have the aura of the Burning Legion!"
"I have to listen to the whispers of the ancient gods. Something is wrong with this world. Something is very wrong. The ancient gods have a big conspiracy, but we know nothing about it."
"Hey, you know Carlos Barov? I followed him to Draenor to have fun. He has been drifting in the star world for many years and just came back from aboard the Burning Legion's ship."
"It turns out to be you."
"Of course it's me."
"It's you, so just accept my last memory."
This is why Chromie dared to listen to the whispers of the ancient gods. She turned herself into nothingness, leaving only a longing for herself, thereby isolating the pollution of the ancient gods.
After receiving this period of longing, Chromie didn't feel too sad. Chromie had done too many things like this and couldn't feel sad.
"I'm GIAO! Playing so big."
As Chromie cursed, time was distorted, and four strong adult eternal dragons surrounded the dwarf-shaped bronze dragon.
"Chromie, it's time for you to make a choice."
"Are you threatening me?"
"If you think so, then yes."
Chromies are not a fighting faction among the Bronze Dragons, and because there are too many clones and insufficient strength on a single target, Chromies generally refuse to go into battle directly because they cannot beat them.
But this Chromie was different.
"Do you know how I have lived these years?"
The little dwarf didn't even bother to transform back into his dragon form, he just put on a Jeet Kune Do stance and let out weird screams.
