Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Under the dark night, Sephiel was quickly approaching the city of Lordaeron. The young dragon's wings spread out in the dark night and passed through the clouds silently. Its huge snake eyes could clearly see the most prosperous city in mankind. city ​​glows in the dark.

Especially the palace area.

Although the party was coming to an end, it was still lively.

Sephiel was also repeatedly confirming this action plan in his mind.

Learn from last time.

Go in and out quickly, and take Drake out of the city the moment you catch him.

I didn't give him any chance to do anything. I had just confirmed that the time flow was normal except for Lordaeron.

There is still a chance that things can be rectified.

The node I am responsible for is out of control.

But it hasn't collapsed yet. It still has the possibility of connecting to other time nodes. I can't give up saving this timeline. This is my responsibility.

But Seifer is no longer as stubborn as before.

His good friend Chromie advised Sephiel not to waste time trying to correct it, but to report the affected time node to the Quicksand Scale for disposal.

The Bronze Dragon Legion has encountered something similar to this before.

Once a certain timeline is abandoned, it will be stripped from the main world line by the Quicksand Scale. Because time in Azeroth is a network structure, this separation will not affect other normal timeline tributaries.

Although it is called stripping.

It's actually more like sandbox shielding.

Allowing it to continue to develop and evolve into infinite possibilities in the future is another responsibility of the Bronze Dragon Legion, and it is also the favorite entertainment of the Bronze Dragons in their spare time.

Observing different futures, and exploring different futures.

However, if it is proposed to be abandoned, it means that Sephiel's work will end in failure, and it will lose the right to manage this time node.

Although no one would blame such a young dragon.

But Seifer just couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart. The more realistic impact is that this failure will delay its desire to join the Quicksand Scale again.

Because it means it is not mature enough.

We can no longer deal with him directly, but we can use other methods, such as imprisoning him.

As he approached the city of Lordaeron, Sephiel's thoughts were destined to become clear.

Just like the abandoned time node of Quicksand Scale, I can also 'abandon' the time remnant of Derek Proudmoore in an inaccessible place.

Don't hurt him.

But he is not allowed to continue disrupting the world line until that fateful moment, and then he is released. There are many such places in Azeroth.

Just find an uninhabited island in the South China Sea and throw him there.

Or throw it into another abandoned timeline and do whatever he wants.

Thinking of this, the bronze dragon folded its wings and landed near the human city from high altitude. Its body quickly entered the outer layer of the time flow, as if it was hiding during flight.

A giant dragon like it must be very careful when moving around human cities, except for occasional fun, especially when it comes with a mission.

The five-color dragon legion, except for the black dragons who have long since rebelled against the bad guys, all have their own missions.

Dragons consider this an honor.

They didn't think that human civilization, which had just been born for a long time, could understand this heavy glory, so they didn't bother to explain it to them.

Not disturbing each other is the best mode of contact.

Although there are several human legends currently operating in the city of Lordaeron, thanks to the teachings of the dragon ancestors, Sephiel has many ways to avoid their attention.

I'm close. I've caught the aura of Derek Proudmoore. He's in that big palace.

Sephiel was hovering in the air outside the city, surrounded by an outer layer of time flow like a faded yellow photo. A small inverted hourglass appeared in front of it.

That is its time and space landmark.

Just throw it near Drake and create a small time pause, and you can take that guy out of the time stream without alerting anyone.

This is the correct way for bronze dragons to deal with problems.

The last time I broke into Durnholde Castle carelessly, it was a bit too rough.

It's too high-profile.

Sephiel reviewed his mistake and began to aim at the position of the time and space beacon.

At the same time, in the palace of Lordaeron, the smile on the face of Lord Daval Presto, who was walking among the nobles of Lordaeron and chatting and laughing with the upper-class people, suddenly stiffened.

Are you feeling unwell? Mr. Davar.

The nineteen-year-old Princess Calia Menethil of Lordaeron who was accompanying him noticed the change in the expression on Mr. Lord's face. This youthful, gentle and generous princess immediately asked softly. .

Lord Davar, who was always polite and abiding by the noble model, was slightly rude at this moment.

I suddenly remembered something, I'll be back soon.

He bluntly refused the eldest princess's support and quickly walked into the rest room near the garden. The moment he stepped into the room and the door closed, Lord Davar's eyes suddenly changed.

A pair of snake eyes filled with dark red violent aura looked out of the window at the sky outside the city.

Space cannot block its view.

It easily discovered the bronze baby dragon hovering in the sky outside the city, and it was aiming at the time and space beacon of the palace. It wanted to create a time pause.

This is the Bronze Dragon's specialty.

On the battlefield of the demonic invasion ten thousand years ago, no, in more ancient times, it had seen the Bronze Dragon Vanguard start a raid in this way countless times.

“Ah, I really miss it.

When the wise Nozdormu still called me brother, before every battle we fought side by side, its magical power of time opened up the perfect opportunity for me to rush into the battlefield.

Mr. Lord unbuttoned his collar with a rough look.

It narrowed its eyes, stared at the high sky, and said softly:

When it is a teammate, it is so reassuring, but when it is an opponent, it is so disgusting! Where did this ignorant baby dragon come from?

It actually discovered my presence and had the nerve to interrupt my game.

Could it be that my Nozdormu brothers discovered me?

No.

Will not.

With its character, even if it discovers my game, it will not interfere in it. It is so cautious. It knows that the Dragon Soul is under my control, so it will not act rashly.

It knew that even if they came in full force, there was no chance of winning.

Moreover, I heard that it has been lost in the infinite tributary of time, so... this is just a stupid trial by the Bronze Dragon Legion?

The lord rubbed his chin.

After a second, he held out his hand.

It's like holding on to some invisible thing. It was once the guardian of the earth. Even though it has fallen long ago, its authority to control the power of the earth in the entire world is still there.

It decided to respond to this temptation.

Moreover, bronze dragons still walking in this world are too rare.

It's so difficult to catch those guys who are running around in the time stream. It's rare that this ignorant and brave young dragon comes to the door on his own initiative.

The hour of twilight is destined to come, and I have seen with my own eyes in the abyss a future in which all things fear death.

A dark smile appeared on Lord Davar's lips.

It looked at the sky and whispered:

That is a gift, I will give it to you generously, and you will open the secrets sealed in time for me.

Embrace it, little dragon.

Sephiel's time and space beacon has been calibrated, and it only needs one shot to capture Derek Proudmoore.

But at this moment, a sharp warning sounded in Sephiel's ears.

Run! It's coming!

That's the sound of it.

It comes from the future, warning it in the present that danger is coming!

Buzz

A harsh, high-speed spinning sound of something also entered Sephiel's perception at the same time, as he looked down from high in the sky.

To the south of the Royal City of Lordaeron, the tranquility of Lake Lordaemir was broken.

Something was being rolled back by the lake water and quickly rushed into the sky, flying towards it.

It's a stone!

The huge stone flew out of the water, like an arrow shot by a hunter's bow. It was constantly peeling off the surrounding rock formations as it continued to rotate, as if the best craftsmen were constantly carving it.

Quickly shape it into a date pit-shaped round stone with sharp ends.

It's not fast.

At least in terms of the dragon's perception and reaction speed, it's not fast.

Sephiel was confident of easily dodging it, but it chose a more bronze dragon-style combat method. It threw the time and space beacon that was originally thrown into the city towards the strange stone.

It's about suspending time.

No! That's not it!

The reminder of future Sephiel became more and more sharp, with a sense of despair, it screamed:

Go back! Try again! Quick!

This time the reminder made the young dragon react, and it immediately followed its future self's reminder and turned its own time flow forward.

But at the same time, the time and space beacon thrown out also hit the strange stone.

The moment the power of time comes into contact with the sharp point of time, the speed of the stone's rotation and flight suddenly accelerates more than ten times, like a disguised trap, luring unwary prey into it.

That rotating stone carries some kind of power and is not affected by the pause in time at all!

Before Sephiel could react at all, the whizzing sharp rocks slammed into its slightly bloated belly, like a bomb.

It exploded at the moment when the dragon scales were torn apart.

ah!

The young dragon let out a loud scream.

No! We're done! We're hopeless!

In the future and the past, at this moment, there are countless it, screaming in the ear of the present one at the same time.

In the severe pain of the body, it can feel that a strange force uses it as a node now and begins to contaminate it at other time points along the timeline.

Its past and future begin to crumble.

And now it is about to die.

Terrible fear captured the young dragon, causing it to turn around and run away, dragging its body that was seriously injured in a single blow, staggering into the night sky behind it.

That beast-like scream spread in the dark night.

A few minutes later, Lord Daval Presto, who had changed his clothes, returned to the banquet with a familiar demeanor. He also specially found Princess Calia.

Patiently and gracefully, he explained to her the gaffe he had just made.

The young princess was considerate, and she immediately forgave Lord Davar, who was personable and reassuring.

The dance, which was the last part of the banquet, was about to begin. During the preparation time, a tall attendant with black hair and eyes from the Presto family was summoned.

He bowed his head humbly in front of his master, and then heard Lord Davar's instructions.

Go and tell the incompetent family members I stayed in my hometown that I had a very happy life in Lordaeron and they don't have to worry about me. Then go find the lost 'guest'.

It should be somewhere in the Alterac Mountains, where I can properly 'receive' it.

As you command, Master.

The attendant responded and quickly left the palace garden.

Does this dress look good? Mr. Lord.

Princess Calia quickly changed into a long dress that facilitated movement.

With a sense of expectation, she asked the elegant Mr. Lord, who sat on a chair and looked at the human princess in front of her with admiration.

There was a look of satisfaction in his black eyes.

He put down his glass and said:

This beautiful dress is simply made for you, Your Highness Caliya.

Lord Davar stood up and politely extended his hand to the princess. With a smile, he said:

So now, do I have the honor to invite you to dance with me?