Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 557, Section 18: Nozdormu's Helplessness - The Cowardly Dragon King Can't Protect Anyone

The Time-Space Lord Deos stared at Chromie and her Holy Light Dragon Knights charging fiercely toward him, but he was completely unafraid.

Although Chromie in his "Sun Garuda" form was also a demigod, Deos knew he didn't need to truly fight this strange and ferocious bronze dragon.

These bronze dragons are stupid; they only know how to act recklessly when faced with problems!

Their brains have been completely bloated from adhering to the rigid Titan laws for so long.

The cunning Time Lord doesn't need to defeat Chromie at all; it only needs to kill Diakum to trigger a deadly time collapse. What's better is that the latter is just a rookie in the Legendary tier right now!

Ha, someone who could be taken care of with a precise and deadly breath.

"Come help me!"

Deus roared, causing another powerful eternal dragon, Eternus, to burst out of the black vortex of time and crash headfirst into Chromie, braving the scorching light.

The two ferocious dragons fought fiercely as they plummeted towards the burning town below, but Diakum had already leaped up first.

His seraphic wings flapped in the air, allowing him to wield the replica of Ashbringer and charge at the laughing Eternal Dragon with the standard Howling Scream headshot technique.

The deadly breath of time had been brewing. Under the indifferent gaze of Diakum, who was flying towards it to kill it, was completely covered by the black sand of time in the next instant.

Just like a pair of hardworking hands that finally got rid of the unbearable "Guangdong-style double ponytails" in the house.

"Die! Die!!!"

Deus roared:

"With your death, this blasphemous timeline can finally come to an end. The fate of Azeroth has no need for fools like you to interfere. Everything has its end!"

"But I don't think so."

A deep response echoed from all directions, and as Dios squinted, an unusually large time vortex suddenly appeared, followed by a series of smaller time vortices that filled the smoke-filled sky.

As Nozdormu, the Bronze Dragon Aspect, who had long been lost in the time network, flapped his enormous wings and plunged into this temporal chaos, the Sand Scales, led by his consort Queen Somilien, also flew out from other time vortices.

The Bronze Dragonflight is back!

Moreover, because the Eternal Dragons gathered abnormally on this day, the Scales of the Sands didn't even need to divide their forces; they attacked from all directions in an "encirclement and annihilation" manner.

The other Eternal Dragons, who were being slaughtered by the Dragonshill, panicked, but this was the moment that Deos had been waiting for.

It stared at Nozdormu lunging at it, clutching an hourglass filled with black sand in its hand.

This is a corrupted treasure it retrieved from the "End of Time".

The Time Lord raised his head toward the bronze dragon, intending to hurl the corrupted sands of time upon it, thus forging a true, eternal dragon king within this independent timeline.

These black sands are the Sands of Time, sculpted by the Eternal Dragon King Murozond himself!

Nozdormu was powerful, but even it could not resist the power it had gained after its fall.

This is a vicious trap, and the prey has fallen in!

Everything is proceeding according to its plan, except...
"puff"

The blazing holy blade suddenly appeared, accompanied by a fleeting arc of sharp light, and then the charged holy slash that exploded completely tore through the dangerous sands of time. The white-haired Diakum, amidst the flapping of the seraph's wings, slid the holy blade, forged like the sun, across Deus's body.

Although it didn't complete the cool decapitation, it shattered the dragon claw holding the black hourglass, causing the filthy, corrupt matter to splash and fall to the ground along with dragon blood.

"Do not!!!"

The Time-Space Lord roared.

But it has already lost its only chance.

As Nozdormu's massive claws gripped its neck, its only question was: it had clearly hit Diakum, so shouldn't he have died of old age in the ever-accelerating, frenzied time?
and many more!

Does he want to accelerate time so that an "immortal" will die of old age?

Ah, to use time acceleration to kill an Eredar who was born with an infinite lifespan? What a vicious time joke this is!

"click"

The golden dragon claws snapped shut and tore apart Deos's neck, ending the time-space lord's wicked life with a darkly humorous rhetorical question.

Diakum's wings of holy light shattered as he fell from the sky. Although the Eredar possessed infinite lifespans, they could not escape the weakness inflicted by the breath of the Eternal Dragon.

Knowing he would be alright, he closed his eyes in mid-air, spread his arms, and let himself undergo an exaggerated free fall. Just as he was about to crash into the still lake, Nozdormu, who flew in, gently caught him with his claws still stained with the blood of the eternal dragon.

Nozdormu was clearly a master of dragon taming. With a graceful somersault and glide across Stillwater Lake, he created huge waves on the surface, and then, with superb flying skills, he closed his wings and landed on the shore of the lakeside road, scaring the local murlocs into scattering in all directions.

"The time disorder here will be restored to normal."

It placed Diakum by the water's edge and whispered:
"We need to talk, but not here."

"Let me ask you something first."

Feeling a little dizzy, Diakum looked up and said very seriously to the Bronze Dragon King:

"Is the 'normal' you're referring to the kind of normal you understand? Or is it the kind of normal that I'm about to pave the way for?"

"There's no trace of Titans here, is there?"

Nozdormu folded his wings and said:

"Furthermore, I can't afford to offend your future self. If becoming a lesser god is only a matter of time, then theoretically, you already possess the precious uniqueness of time. Even I can't casually try to change the trajectory of your life anymore."

"Then let's go to the future, King of Time. I'm sure I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The white-haired Diakum took a few steps back, waved goodbye, and said:

"I am currently just a newcomer to Azeroth, and I am not qualified to make any agreement with you under any other name."

Nozdormu nodded, and a massive time vortex silently opened, causing it to vanish into the flow of time in the next instant. Soon after, Chromie emerged from the still lake, covered in dried water.
She transformed into the form of a dwarf, sighing and looking helpless, and said:
"The Eternal Dragon named Eternus ran away when it saw that things were not going well. She had actually set up a ritual underwater to disrupt time beforehand, and I was unable to catch her."

Really sorry.

But don't worry, I will keep patrolling the timeline until I completely drive her out or kill her.

Wow, you look just like old Velen in your old age!

This unreliable golden-robed dwarf, leaning on his staff, circled the white-haired Diakum a few times and said:
"That's been accelerated to at least 50,000 years old, right?"

Diakum shrugged.

For immortals, age is just a meaningless symbol. After all, time only helps you grow, but it doesn't teach you to mature. If living a long time makes you invincible, then night elves should be able to clear the Battle of Mount Hyjal without taking any damage.

Unfortunately, they couldn't do it.

Alas, time, when used properly, is a generous gift; once wasted, it becomes a heartless thing in the world.

"Are you sure that cunning Eternal Dragon isn't a corrupted version of yourself?"

Dick said to Chromie:
"It would be really disgusting if this turned into a scene where someone kills themselves."

"No, my fallen form isn't as weak as hers, and as long as I stay in this one-way river of time, she, representing despair and tragedy, will never be born again. Hmm, I suddenly remembered I haven't thanked you for this yet."

Thank you, Diakum.

"You're welcome. By the way, can you restore me to my 'young' age when I was over 20,000 years old? I'm too lazy to trim my beard."

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just now.

When the Exodar and Baal entered the atmosphere of Azeroth one after the other, Diakum's "time-disruption syndrome" was finally cured.

His fingers were no longer ethereal, which meant that the Eternal Dragons' "saturation" time assassination had failed.

But for Dick, this was not surprising.

After all, he had already revealed the secret in the past. Ever since he met Chromie, he has been doing "time protection" every day, making it really difficult for the Eternal Dragon to seize an opportunity to wipe him out.

Its only weakness is the first day you enter Azeroth.

To be precise, for several hours before encountering Chromie, I was completely unprotected and "naked".

In any war, focusing on defense is always more effective than spreading out troops.

“Irelia, take Yuna and the warriors of the Baal to the embassy to rest. The Archbishop of Neri will receive them.”

Dick instructed:
"If Yuna wants to see Lady Verara, you can accompany her. If she doesn't like living in human cities, she can go to Draenor through the Dark Portal. I heard that the residential area in Shattrath City has already been built."

"understand!"

Irele patted his chest and assured him:

"I will make sure Captain Yuna and the soldiers feel at home. If you are busy, please go ahead and do your work. I will keep an eye on things here."

Seeing Irelia's generous attitude as a host, Diakum was a little worried but let her be. Anyway, Marad and Nuboton would be there the whole time and wouldn't cause any trouble.

Are you going to keep your appointment?

Gemini asked:

"If the Bronze Dragonflight truly arrives in this timeline today, then you will indeed need to meet with their leader. Given the current situation, only the Bronze Dragonflight still possesses the potential to 'turn the tide.' If the Dragon Aspects remain unwilling to abandon the Titans' discipline, then the return of Nozdormu will be the only solution to 'correct' this timeline."

"They won't be difficult to do, and they can't do it either."

Dick put his arm around the twins' shoulders and whispered:

"The changes in this worldline were predetermined 25,000 years ago. Our homeland, Argus, is not a place where bronze dragons can come and go as they please. A time lord like Nozdormu would not do such a pointless thing, and it has already exiled itself to the timeline for a very, very long time."

Its appearance signifies that it has already made a decision.

I just want to go to a quiet place and have a 'destined' conversation with it.

I won't be back for a few days, so you all should get some rest.

There's no need to rush the Lightforged Kurul and Shadowforged Kaz'rogar; they're not some mandatory KPI.

He bent down and left a kiss on each of their foreheads, then activated the Heart of Azeroth, transporting himself to a distant and quiet region enveloped and teleported by the power of the world.

The Heart of Azeroth's teleportation was originally intended to only send the Saviors to the Chamber of Heart, but with the continuous "confiscation" of Titan facilities in the Unified Field of All Things, Aegwynn can now also deploy some Titan teleporters in important areas.

This thing is much safer than the portals that mages use.

This is the legacy left by the Arcane Gods. Using the Titan teleporter can basically ensure absolute safety, and Diakum's Ring of the Heart of Azeroth is specially made, giving him the highest authority among the Saviors.

Amidst the twinkling starlight, Diakum emerged from the teleporter atop the mountain in his giant form, strolling towards the edge of the cliff before him, gazing at the beautiful landscape of this untouched inner world.

This place has not yet become known as "Yun Sheng Yu".

However, a war has indeed broken out further south in Aiki Kahte, but it is not due to an invasion by foreign enemies; it is said to be an internal conflict within the Spider Demon City.

A fierce conflict erupted between the Spider Demons who supported the return to the Dark Empire and those who did not. In addition, Anvina and some Shadow Hunters seemed to be actively pushing things along.

Although this behavior itself seems wrong, Diakum is still very pleased with Anvina's growth.

That's why playing duo queue with those skilled "combat buddies" really does increase military experience. Look how well Anvina has been guided and educated by those cunning "tacticians" like Jarod and Lothar.

He tilted his head back, opened his arms, and bathed in the light emanating from the enormous golden holy crystal above him.

The radiance emanating from the body of the sun god Anser seemed to be drawn to Diakum and converged upon him, growing brighter with each breath of the vigilant, even forming a tangible corona.

As the time vortex quietly opened, Nozdormu, appearing atop the mountain in the form of the elf "Guan Yu," looked up and witnessed the shift in light and shadow.

As the enormous crystal unexpectedly turned into shadow, Diakum, who was shrouded in the corona, also "seamlessly switched" into his void form.

The shadows that cover everything are also drawn to him, surrounding and enveloping him, making the dimly lit butterfly wings that flutter quietly in the dark wind reflect the light of fallen stars like works of art.

"Just hours ago, I devoured Mardum and an apocalyptic bomb that was meant to destroy Azeroth. That was the first world I devoured, and perhaps the last."

The soft Shasyaar language echoed from the dark wind, carrying a hint of weariness and helplessness.

He said to Nozdormu, who was close to him:

"A conspiracy against me is quietly brewing in all realms. Perhaps it won't be long before I have to travel to the land of death, but the die is cast! Whether I exist or not, Azeroth breaking free from the shackles of the Titans is an inevitable future."

I have ensured that no other force can interfere with the arrival of this future.

You're too late, Nozdormu.

You are 25,000 years too late.

Why are you so sure I'm here to destroy this uncontrollable and unrestrained future? Can't I come here to embrace it?

The Bronze Dragon King appeared very calm.

A radiant glow, swirling with swirling sand, enveloped it, a blessing from the Titans that allowed it to ward off this somber and terrifying "premonition of an eclipse."

Of course, Dick didn't specifically target it; otherwise, when the eclipse illusion crashed down, the Titan's Light would have been extinguished in an instant.

time?

Relentless time, eroded by the void, will eventually leave it riddled with holes.

"So, what did you see in the 'revelation' that the Titans sent down?"

Dick asked with great interest:
"Chromie told me that the dragons in Scales of the Sands are spreading rumors that you were driven mad by the ever-increasing pressure because you saw your own death. In a branch of timelines, you became the Eternal Dragon Lord Murozond and created the Eternal Dragons whose mission is to destroy the Titan timelines."

But I know you're not the kind of weak dragon king who gets stressed out by the sight of death.

You are different from the other Dragon Kings.

You've been running away from something.
Even self-imposed exile, lost within the network of time, is a symbol of this kind of escapism.

Faced with Diakum's pointed question, Nozdormu fell silent.

When the shadow crystal before them suddenly and unexpectedly turned into light, and Diakum, having emerged from his void form, entered the corona, as that brilliant light once again embraced this inner world, it spoke:
"I saw the end of time."

Nozdormu said softly:
"Aman'thul created the timeline for Azeroth to ensure that no matter what changes occur, the world will eventually get back on the 'right' path."

I saw the end of that right path.

I saw Sargeras appear in the sea of ​​stars, enraged, plunging his Darkboiler sword into our planet, but he himself was sealed within the Pantheon by the other Titan spirits and could never escape.

I witnessed the end of The Burning Crusade, I witnessed the rest of Argus, and I also witnessed the beginning of a new era.

I saw us lose the power of the guardian dragons, but I also saw Deathwing fall. I saw the Dragon Islands rise from the mists of time, and I saw the dragons finally return to Mother Earth's embrace.

I saw everything, Diakum.

That was the fate that the Titans hoped to see unfold.

They hope that Azeroth will take a gentle path, perhaps because they lack the confidence to bring the Supreme Star-Soul into absolute order, and can only hope that He will awaken as a gentle true god.

That is the duty of the Bronze Dragonflight; we must ensure that all destinies lead to this outcome.

"This is the 'official response,' Nozdormu."

Dick shrugged, basking in the Anser sun, and said:

"That's not what I want to hear."

"Yes, that's not what I wanted to say."

Nozdormu closed his eyes, his fingers tracing the exquisite dragon-headed hourglass shoulder armor on his shoulder. His golden eyes gazed at the crystal before him, and he spoke in a more mournful voice:
"I also saw another ending!"

The Supreme Starsoul ultimately embarked on the path of rebellion. Her creations lured the Titans back here, where Azeroth himself wielded a blade forged from rage to slay the cosmic gods who had bound, imprisoned, and shaped Him.

I witnessed the Supreme Star Soul awaken in a terrifying manner and cleanse all things in the starry sea.

That terrified me.

That was a future the Titans had to ensure never came to pass, but I didn't go crazy because of that pressure; it was just due to certain personal convictions I held onto.

Perhaps it could be called 'persistence'.

It paused, then said:

"Especially after I learned the truth from Tyr, when I realized that the birth of the Guardian Dragons was all due to a conspiracy, I realized that I had become a blade that could not be called 'justice'."

I have to make a choice.

I cannot yet tell my brothers and sisters or even my partner about the choice between Mother World and Titan. I must fulfill my duty while repeatedly reflecting on whether what I am doing is right.

The appearance of the Eternal Dragon Lord is exactly the same as the appearance of Deathwing.

The only difference is that Deathwing was a product of Neltharion being corrupted by the Old Gods, while Murozond is more tragic; he is a monstrous creature formed by the two selves within me fighting and battling against each other and then being stitched together.

It will definitely be born.

As long as I haven't made a choice, it will definitely be born at some point in the future or the past.

The Eternal Dragon Lord and the Eternal Dragon Legion represent more than just a desire to destroy the Titan timeline; they do indeed bear a certain 'noble duty' to disrupt the timeline leading to the 'correct' one, preventing the Supreme Star Soul from being disciplined by the Titans.

Even after learning the whole truth, I still couldn't bring myself to resist, so that freak appeared and took my place in fulfilling the duty of resistance.

I created that monster to take on the mission that should have been mine.

It's complicated, isn't it?

All questions related to time are always so complex, like a problem where you have to choose between two answers, and it's presented to me, demanding that I provide an response.

The Bronze Dragon King shook his head and said:
"I cannot remain silent, I cannot refuse, but I cannot get an answer. This question is too difficult, so I let myself become a coward who runs away."

"But you came back in the end."

Dia opened his eyes, looked at Nozdormu, and said:

Have you found your answer?

"not yet."

Nozdormu shook his head, but then smiled and said:
"But it will be soon, just one step away. After witnessing your divine body merge with Anser's as a miracle, I will set off to face my destiny."

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Nozdormu's Phantom Form:
(End of this chapter)