Primordial Era: With unparalleled comprehension, I pioneered a divine kingdom of faith.

Chapter 360 Troll Attack, Bronze Dragon's Reaction

The ministers in the conference room looked at the weary-looking emperor, but without relaxing at all, they continued to expound their views.

"These trolls are very likely connected to that Ner'zhul, otherwise why would the trolls appear right after the Scourge appeared?"

"I think it's possible too, but what should we do? We need to resist the overwhelming force at our borders!"

"Three generals have already gone out, so there shouldn't be any problems. According to the latest intelligence, the undead group is leading people towards the coast."

On the contrary, the trolls skillfully advanced towards us!

"Then we should have a focus: should we prioritize attacking the trolls, or should we consider the Scourge undead?"

All eyes turned to King Anastarian.

After thinking for a while, the latter said, "I think we should focus on the undead. Perhaps some of the city's residents have also joined the ranks of the calamities."

Does this mean there's a traitor?

Everyone looked at each other.

The way he looked at others became full of suspicion.

Anastarian said, "Stop looking. It might be something insignificant, but it could be. Let's stabilize the situation for now."

"Your Majesty, what about Lordaeron?"

"What? You want me to beg them for help?! I just rejected someone, and now I'm begging for help like a dog."

This has utterly disgraced us high elves!

Anastarian said angrily.

But others don't think that way.

It was you who insisted on severing the alliance back then. And now you have the nerve to say these things?

However, a formidable enemy is at hand.

What could they possibly say?

The next day, the intensity of the battle far exceeded their expectations.

Because the Scourge, roaming the area, actually came knocking. It was truly a case of a fake meeting a real deal.

Damn it.

"Boss...should we join them in the slaughter?"

"Screw killing them, we should just stay here obediently. We can use them to deliver this elf lady to His Highness the Prince."

Otherwise, we'll have to do it ourselves.

Arthas gave them orders that included more than just disrupting Quel'Thalas.

For example, collecting beautiful female elves.

According to current intelligence, the woman in front of us is called Sylvanas, the second young lady of the famous Windrunner family, whose eldest brother is in charge of external affairs.

The second son is a general.

The third brother is still active in the main city.

"But I really didn't expect that those trolls are so brainless. After we dug up their ancestral graves, they actually fought for us."

"Heh heh, these two races are natural enemies. Have they been fighting since ancient times?"

"In that case, let's watch the show!"

Inside a golden-yellow underground cave.

The bronze dragons have lost many of their privileges, just like that, suddenly, for no apparent reason.

They can travel to the past.

But we cannot go to the future.

Everything became ambiguous and uncertain.

This is not necessarily a bad thing, because not being able to see the future is the best thing for the Bronze Dragons.

Because sometimes knowing what's going to happen is the most painful thing.

"Your Majesty Nozdormu, the path to the future has been severed, even collapsed. Many of your subjects who traveled to the future have vanished without a trace..."

A bronze dragonflight came before Nozdormu to report on the latest developments.

The latter nodded and said, "I already knew that. Haven't you noticed? There are fewer and fewer Eternal Dragons lately..."

He had foreseen his fate.

The Bronze Age Dragon King will be killed by the Eternal Dragon King.

In other words, one will be killed by the past.

This ridiculous nightmare has lasted for far too long.

But things are different now, because for some inexplicable reason, the future has completely collapsed.

At this moment, Nozdormu turned to his subordinates and asked, "How's the intelligence lately? Is there anything on the continent that hasn't unfolded according to the original history?"

"Nothing has happened on the Western Continent!"

"On this side of the Eastern Continent, Stratholme, which should have disappeared into history, is now flourishing day by day!!!"

"So that's where the problem lies."

Nozdorm has grasped an important issue.

The bronze dragon's subordinates flew over, and one of them asked, "Then, Lord Dragon King, should we stop them?"

"Stop what?"

"Stop changing history!"

"We can't even influence the future, so why should we try to change it!"

"But……"

"Let's just wait and see. This is all normal; the world hasn't collapsed, has it?"

Nozdormu reassured everyone, but he was also comforting himself.

The future is like a water source.

As long as the flow remains constant, the river will not collapse.

At most, it will just be a fork.

The fact that they are not allowed to enter the future now doesn't necessarily mean they can't enter! Perhaps the future is no longer within their reach to spy on.

Nozdormu instructed all the bronze dragons, "Go to the Temple of the Dragonborn and forget about the time. I'm going to see some old friends!"

"You mean the Red Dragon Queen?"

"good!"

The golden lizard flapped its wings, speeding up time.

Within Twilight Heights.

A graceful woman wearing a red cloak is gazing at the sky.

A woman's intuition is terrifying.

Moreover, it was a female dragon.

A moment later, a golden streak of light flashed across the sky.

Nozdormu appeared before Alexstrasza.

"It's been a long time, Your Majesty the Red Dragon Queen!"

"I don't like hearing that kind of nonsense, Nozdormu."

The fiery, flickering eyes made the Bronze Dragon King somewhat embarrassed.

He chuckled and transformed into human form.

All the young dragons nearby bowed their heads in respect when they saw him, the Dragon King.

"Speak, what is it?"

"Time has been severed from the future, and we can no longer contact the Titans, so I have no choice but to come out for a walk..."

Where does the problem lie?

"From Lordaeron!"

"That human kingdom?"

Alexstrasza frowned as she looked at the Bronze Dragon Aspect. What power could a human possibly have to alter time?

Nozdormu sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "Don't look at me like that. The city that should have been destroyed is now intact and even ten times stronger."

Do you think this is normal?

"That's definitely not normal. So why did you call me here?"

"I want you to take a look around there. Maybe you'll find something. To put it bluntly, my power of time is getting weaker and weaker."

If trouble arises, it might be impossible to extricate oneself!

Nozdormu said frankly.

Alexstrasza nodded without hesitation and said, "Alright, I'll go over there and take a look."

The Red Dragon Queen made some arrangements for recent matters, then patted her shoulder and left.

In contrast, Nozdormu remained where he was.

At this time, in Quel'Thalas.

It's completely in chaos.

Terrible flames of war ravaged the land, leaving the once-rich elven kingdom parched and riddled with holes.

The Elf leadership was at a loss.

Meanwhile, the common people, having somehow heard about their great emperor's foolish decisions, erupted in great discontent.

Human allies have chosen to unite.

Despite his arrogance and pride, the king refused and even mocked the other party harshly.

Now the natural disaster has truly arrived.

They had no way to resist.

Most fatally, the trolls have attacked again.

(End of this chapter)