MTL - War Hymn of Warcraft [WOW]-Chapter 83 The End of Time (8)

"Don't worry, I won't make things too hard for you." The guardian tapped the table with his light white fingers, and took a sip from the black tea cup held in his left hand, "I came to the end of time, just because I owe He's a favor."

"Him? Which one? Mnozdo?" Ronin frowned. The formation of the end of time is inseparable from the Eternal Dragon Clan. What the future Veresa said inevitably reminded him of Mnozdo.

The Silver Guardian smiled wryly, and put down his teacup: "I think it's just Mnozdor, so maybe we have a chance of winning... Unfortunately, compared with Mnozduo, that person is much more terrifying. "

She stood up, walked to the window of Violet Castle, turned her back to Veresa and Ronin, and looked at the broken Dalaran outside: "The timeline I'm in can't be saved, Dalaran lost Luo Ning Ning and Jaina, and even the Council of Six were implicated at the same time, leaving only the Silver Covenant in the ruling party of the entire Kirin Tor. Garrosh Hellscream triggered wars across the continent, and the Alliance and Horde were unwilling to see someone Being able to transcend the two and constantly put pressure on Dalaran. In the end, Dalaran was inevitably drawn into the flames of war."

Veresa opened her mouth to speak, but Rhonin held her back. The latter shook his head, motioning for Veresa to let the guardian finish speaking.

The guardian was silent for a while, as if remembering the flames of war and gunpowder at that time. When she spoke again, there was a bit more mourning in her voice: "Because of that person, Dalaran joined the Horde at the invitation of him and Cirvanas to resist the Iron Heel of the Alliance together. But even in my On the timeline, a predetermined fate still cannot be changed, after an assassination that shocked the mainland, the crazy person destroyed the whole world, only the descendants of Dalaran and the high elves were left in my request."

"Of course, even as the World Destroyer, he still couldn't wipe out all the remnants of other races. After that, Dalaran was constantly attacked by the so-called 'remnants' until he brought me to the end of time .” The guardian knocked on the window sill with his finger, turned around and said to the two of Ronin, “Actually, I didn’t want to come here, but I heard that the only way to break the blockade of the end of time is to have the two of you It’s also the end of time, so I’m here to meet you.”

"Who is that person that caused Nozdormu to degenerate like that?" Seeing that the guardian had finished speaking, Vinressa still couldn't help asking.

"That person... you are also very familiar." The guardian turned his head, with a trace of disappointment on his face, "If it weren't for that point that can never be changed, he should be a glorious hero."

"I will give you all my power, Veresa," the guardian pointed to himself, and then to Veresa, "The powers of the two of us are in the same line, and you can definitely be my demigod now." Inherited."

"As for you...Ronin, this broken Dalaran will gather the strength of all the warlocks to help you break the barrier of demigods. Whether you can succeed in the end depends on yourself..." The guardian smiled wearily , walked to the side of the two, staring at Luo Ning with azure blue eyes, as if wanting to firmly remember his appearance in his mind.

Unfortunately, this Ronin is not my Ronin. The guardian shook his head and turned around, sighing deeply: "I will tell you everything about that person. Defeating Murozido is only the first step. Only by eliminating that person can Azeroth be saved from disaster. ..."

"Everything depends on you..."

"Do not…"

A mournful howl resounded in the Mibai domain, and the real guardian of Mibai, the future Maiev Shadowsong, fell under the cooperation of Illidan and Tyrande.

She no longer has the strength to support her body, and she is slumped on the ground exhaustedly, and the helmet she has been wearing has also fallen off, revealing her lavender skin that lacks light, as beautiful as a flower.

But under this beauty, the guardian is already on the verge of death. She looked at Tyrande with unwilling eyes, and kept repeating in her mouth:

"...impossible, impossible, how can you have the power of the moon **** stronger than that person..."

Tyrande walked up to Maiev, looked down at the sad warden, and revealed the answer: "Maybe the power of the evil **** you believe in is indeed powerful, and can even give you the power of a demigod belonging to Elune." But he is not Elune after all, and your belief in Elune has been tainted, and the moon **** will only protect her believers. It is not that my moon **** power is stronger than yours, but that I borrow your moon **** power Kill you. The Moon God will only protect her people."

Maiev couldn't believe it, she turned her head to look at the silent Illidan, her voice was hoarse: "Illidan, why did you attack me..."

"You in this time and space have fallen into madness, Maiev, I must know you with my own hands." Illidan turned his head, even if he knew that this Maiev was not his Maiev, he couldn't continue to look at her with that kind of gaze on himself .

Maiev's chest kept rising and falling, she knew that she was going to die soon, and with the power of the moon **** in her body, she would make wedding dresses for others and achieve Tyrande's status as a demigod. She suddenly got a little tired, tired of this world, tired of being alive. Maybe when Illidan dies, I should die with him, a hunter without his prey is nothing. Thinking of this, Maiev felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

By the way, Illidan, Illidan in this time and space is not dead, so what about himself in this time and space? Maiev suddenly thought of this, looked up at Illidan—

"Illidan, I in this time and space..."

Illidan understood what she wanted to say, bent down and held Maiev's hand, and replied speciously:

"Your face is very beautiful under the moonlight, and the lines twist with the change of the two moons." Illidan caressed Maiev's face with a smile on his lips.

"Then let's say..." Maiev's eyes lit up. As a watcher, she had promised that she would never take off her helmet unless she met her beloved one day.

"Tyrande is like my Elune, and you are the only one guarding me." Illidan lowered his head and kissed the back of Maiev's hand lightly.

The me in this time and space is indeed much happier than the me who can only rely on that person to take revenge on the world. Maiev thought with melancholy that countless beige energies gushed out of her body and poured into Tyrande's body one after another, harmoniously combining with the power of the moon **** originally possessed by Tyrande, helping her break through the demigod barrier. With the continuous loss of energy, Maiev's consciousness has gradually passed away, but she still tried her best to cheer up and do the last thing she could do for Illidan.

"Illidan, I, the power of the moon **** in me should belong to Tyrande, so it will promote her to become a demigod. But there is another kind of power in me, the exclusive power of the watcher, It's the same way as you demon hunter temper your body's strength."

Wisps of light red energy gradually floated from Maiev's body, in the milky white waves, although not much, it was extremely obvious. This wisp of energy gradually fell on Illidan, and Illidan only felt waves of heat surging in his body, constantly strengthening his body.

"Be careful with that person, he will destroy everything. That's all I can do, let you become a demigod, maybe it will increase the odds of winning." Maiev's consciousness has become more and more blurred, she can feel, Death was approaching her.

"Who? Maiev, who are you talking about?" Illidan suddenly had an ominous premonition, and quickly asked Maiev.

Maiev's eyes had turned white, and she could no longer hear the sounds of this world. There was a bitter smile on the corner of her mouth, and she faintly uttered the last sentence:

"Unexpectedly, I promised that person to guard the end of time, but I might ruin my own happiness in the past..."

"Maev? Maiev!"

In Illidan's embrace, Maiev's head drooped completely, and her body gradually lost its temperature. The last two strands of energy floated into Illidan's and Tyrande's bodies respectively. Relying on this power, Illidan successfully broke through to the demigod level, but the faint ominousness in his heart not only did not have Xiaoshi, but became more serious. He always felt that this trip to the end of time was not that simple.

Unlike Illidan's one-sided absorption, Tyrande's absorption of the Guardian's energy is more comprehensive. The moonlight around her gradually dissipated, and Tyrande finally absorbed all the energy left by Maiev and regained her sobriety.

After carefully studying the memory left by Maiev, Tyrande said to Illidan with a solemn expression:

"We're in big trouble this time, Illidan."

The purple beam of light, the needle of turbulence is being gradually guided, and Jaina can already see its outline. What should I do? The last time the turbulent needle was triggered by the king of the blue dragon, Malygos, was still blessed by the demigod named Yulong, and Jaina finally survived. Although the turbulent needle triggered by the future Jaina this time is not as strong as that triggered by the Law Weaver with the power of the guardian dragon, it is not something that Jaina and Alsace can resist now.

The Sigh of Light in Arthas' hand suddenly lit up, and the naaru in the center faintly emitted holy light. Alsace was also stunned, as if he was communicating with that naaru.

"Jianna, Keuree has a good idea." Alsace moved closer to Jaina excitedly, "You have the magic wave of the Focusing Iris, right? Can you try to simulate it and put it in a half In the plane?"

Although she didn't understand what Arthas was going to do, Jaina nodded obediently, adjusting the fluctuation of a demiplane to be like a focusing rainbow, and a gray crack appeared in front of the two of them. Arthas gently wrapped around it with the light wings of Sigh of Light, and grinned:

"With this, we can bring something good back to Azeroth."

"It seems that you are quite confident, Arthas." Seeing Alsace's expression, Jaina's worried heart was relieved.

The drainage of the focusing rainbow on the opposite side has basically been completed, and the arcane power is crackling in the air. The crimson guardian on the opposite side had a cold face, with silver-white hair floating in the air—

"Taste the power of the Needle of Turbulence!"