Chapter 6 Chapter Six

Descharin said the trip would be much faster as long as he rode on the back of a dragon, and Thrall had to agree with him.Naturally, he left Xue Ge behind.Tyralon himself assured Thrall that she would be well taken care of. "Your friendship with Lady Jaina is well known," the night elf had said. "We will take good care of your wolf friend until arrangements are made to return her safely. Xuege is a noble beast, and Xuege deserves it." Of course—druids take animal welfare seriously, and Jaina arranged This transfer is bound to be peaceful.It would be best to give Xuege to her.Thrall touched Xuege's ear for the last time, and then turned to Desharin.

Deshaline, who was in the form of a real dragon, looked at Thrall as he came. "I am honored that you are willing to carry me on your back," Thrall said to the green dragon. "Ysera has a mission for you," Deshaline replied. "It is my pleasure. Fear not. I will drive you there safely and swiftly. I promise you. My life will not count if I disappoint my queen." "She's scary when she's angry?" "If she's really angry, it's possible. She's a Dragon Aspect. She has great power. But her heart is kind," said Desharin. "Our allegiance to her is not out of awe, but out of love. To bring her any form of grief would make me feel ashamed." His words are full of respect and reverence.Thrall was deeply touched by Ysera's commitment to the green dragonflight's deep loyalty to her.

As incredible as the adventure was, he was glad he had made the decision to accept it. Thrall slowly climbed onto the dragon's back, and Desharin flew into the air without any effort. Thrall's breath seemed to be taken away by the sense of magic and power emanating from Deshaline.He flapped his wings powerfully, and the cold wind blew against Thrall's skin.Lifting off seemed easy for him.Thrall nearly laughed when he was able to breathe again.Because he realized that he had been on a flying creature before, and now, he felt as if he was flying. "Can you tell me about yourself? And the other dragons?" Thrall asked. "I understand, but to be honest, I can't tell which are misunderstandings and which are facts."

Descharin chuckled, his voice deep and gentle. "I will, Thrall friend, but as for recent history, you must remember that I have been sleeping in the Emerald Dream, and the awakening was only a short time ago. But I will share with you what I know. One thing is for sure : Aspects rarely interfere in the affairs of short-lived races. As for the rest of the dragons? Some dragons arrogantly call other races "inferior races", and many dragons are very curious about this "inferior race". Sometimes we like to become your form." "Like becoming a kaldorei." "Exactly," agreed Descharin. "Although I can take any form I want. But while each of us has our own preferred form, usually you will find that each dragon is obsessed with a certain appearance. For example, for a long time, large The druid Malfurion Stormrage shares dreams with us green dragons, and because of our relationship, the green dragons tend to choose the kaldorei."

Sal nodded.This makes sense. "From what I've seen, the red dragons prefer sin'dorei, and the blue dragons usually choose human form. As for the bronze dragons, although their quests force them to choose multiple forms, they seem to enjoy choosing... gnomes." Sal smiled. "Given their original appearance, maybe they enjoy the feeling of being small and harmless." "Maybe. Maybe you can ask." "I... no, I don't think I'll ask." "You are very sensible." "I learned a few things," Thrall said. "Has any of you ever..." How to put it?He shrugged and said bluntly, "Seeking power among these short-lived races?"

"Normally not, though Deathwing tried, and his daughter, Onyxia, did succeed," Deshaline bellowed. "And Krasus is...was...a powerful member of the Kirin Tor." "used to be?" "He's dead," Descharin said only a few words before falling silent.Obviously, this is a delicate issue. Sal changed the subject. "I heard that besides the Five Dragon Legion, there are other types of dragons?" "Yes, and they are enemies of all dragons except the black dragon to which they are loyal," said Descharin. "The son of Deathwing, Nefarian, sought to create a new race of dragons called the Chromatic. Using magical experiments, he combined the characteristics of all the other dragonflights. The resulting wyrmlings were often deformed, And luckily, they were always short-lived. This type of dragon is extinct. Twilight dragons have a similar origin, except their female creator, Sinestra, uses the Elder Dragon Artifact and the power of the Nether Dragon .It turns out they are more stable and long-lived...and they have the advantage of being able to become invisible at will."

"A challenging enemy," Thrall said. "Very challenging," Descharin agreed, "especially when the black dragonflight has them in control." Thrall saw the green trees of Feralas disappear before his eyes, replaced by the endless water surface of Thousand Needles.Thrall shook his head, and looked down at the small islands that were originally rocky tops. Thousand Needles got its name from these rugged and rugged rocks.The world has changed a lot.Of course he knew; he had heard all the reports.But seeing so much from the air...he wondered if the rest of the Earthen Ring had seen what he was seeing now, and if not, maybe they should.

Then, Thrall and Desharin were already flying at high speed over the Tanaris Desert.Thrall could see jagged teeth jutting upward from the solid rock, and leaning ruins that looked like they belonged to many strange structures.There's a leaning tower, a crumbling dome that appears to be a typical orc hut, and... tattered sails?Thrall noticed two bronze dragons hovering above. "This area," said Descharin gravely, "is the courtyard of the Caverns of Time. I will descend and enter on foot. They will surely want to know why we have come." "I'm pretty sure of that," Thrall said.

Descharin landed, still in his dragon form.Thrall was about to jump down when Descharin said, "Don't move, friend Thrall. It's completely unnecessary and meaningful to hurt your short legs." Descharin started to walk along the soft sand, toward Advance through the arch of a domed building.Just now they caught a glimpse of a jagged rock, and the building stood half a mile away.Almost instantly, one of the dragons hovering overhead flew down to the ground and approached them. "This is not your territory, green dragon," the bronze dragon's voice was low and angry. "Leave, hurry up. You have nothing to do here."

"My bronze dragon brother," said Descharin, with deep respect in his voice, "I have come here to do what my queen has bid me." The huge eyes narrowed.The bronze dragon turned to look at Thrall who was sitting on Desharin's back.He looked slightly surprised, then his attention returned to Descharin. "You said you were here on Lady Ysera's behalf," he said, the menace in his voice softening. "I am Kronaris, the gatekeeper of the Caverns of Time. Tell me why you have come, and I may let you through." "My name is Desharin, and I'm here to help this orc. His name is Thrall, the former warchief of the Horde, and the current member of the Earthen Ring. Ysera the Awakened thinks he needs to find Nozdormu and talk to him. He talks."

The bronze dragon smiled. "Oh, I know Thrall," he said, and then addressed the orc directly, "you short-lived are not an insignificant figure from what I know of you. But if even the bronze dragons can't find Nozdor Tom, I don't think you'll be able to find him." Thrall had once been chieftain of the Horde, so it didn't surprise him to hear that the bronze dragonflight knew him.What shocked him was the news of Nozdormu's disappearance. "Maybe he can do what the rest of us can't," Descharin said kindly. "She looked for you? Ysera the Awakened?" Kronaris asked Thrall curiously. Thrall nodded and recounted his meeting with Ysera.He didn't try to hide his inadequacy, fully admitting that he initially found the task trivial, but when he learned that the woods were home to ancient trees, he now realized the importance of the task.Thrall also told Kronaris how he asked the fire elementals to stop harming the forest and how the elementals responded.Cloneris nodded, listening intently. "I don't know how I'm going to find Nozdormu if everyone else has failed," Thrall said bluntly. "But I promise you, I will do my best." Cloneris considered. "We're now allowing others into the Caverns of Time to help us maintain the correct timeline," he mused, "although the irony makes me laugh. If you want to keep him company, Descharin, you two Anyone can come with me." "Sarcasm?" Thrall asked.The two giant dragons walked along a sandy road that seemed to lead to one of the buildings at first, but soon, it led everyone into the heart of the mountain. "That's right," Kronaris looked back at Thrall, looking past his folded wings. "You see, as I said before, sometimes we allow certain mortals to help us fix the correct timeline. Recently... the timeline was under attack by a mysterious organization calling itself the Infinite Dragonflight. The Bronze Dragonflight, Nozdormu, the Eternal Dragon, in particular, has been tasked with maintaining the doomed state of the timeline. If the timeline is harmed or altered, the world as you know it may cease to exist. For reasons we don't yet know, The Legion of Infinite Dragons has affected several timelines, trying to change them for their own ends. Your escape from Dunholde Castle, Thrall, is one of the events they are trying to change." Sal stared at him. "what?" "If you had never escaped Dunholde Castle, the world would not be the world we are today. You would never be able to rebuild the Horde, or free your people from their internment camps. Therefore, when the demons come , you will not be able to help fight the Burning Legion. Azeroth may be destroyed." Deshaline looked at Thrall with a new kind of respect in his eyes. "Well, it's no wonder the Aspects think you're important," he said. Sal was shaking his head. "Knowledge like this might make me think more about myself, but otherwise... I feel a heavy responsibility. Please... thank those who fought to maintain the timeline, to help me. And..." His voice trailed off. Small. "If they see Theresa, tell them to be gentle with her." "If they see Theresa and everything is okay, you can say goodbye to her, like you did," Kronaris said. They go deeper into the mountains.Sal felt as if he had drunk alcohol, and the alcohol seemed to require him to seek a vision, but his mind was very clear.On one side of him, a house appeared to be half-set into the cave's stone walls.Another house tilted at an odd angle, the sky above—the sky?Among the mountains? — forming streaks of purple and magenta, exuding strange energy.Standing columns stretch into the air without supporting anything; trees thrive where there is no water or sunlight.They passed a grave to the side, and Thrall wondered who was buried there, but he didn't ask.On the other side, he saw several strange floating rocks, all of different shapes.Here's an orc-style tower; there's a ship. Moreover, he also realized that there were some creatures that were most likely bronze dragons.There were children and adults of almost every race, there were six-limbed golden-scale dragons patrolling here to fend off potential intruders, and of course, there were raw bronze dragons flying silently above. At one point, Thrall looked back, only to find that a moment later, the dragon's paw prints disappeared. "This is no ordinary sand," Kronaris said. "You leave no mark here. Look over there." Sal's eyes widened. Before him, a device worthy of the wit of a goblin or gnome hovered in the air.An hourglass, but unlike any he had ever seen.Three containers pour sand down endlessly. There are also three containers pouring sand endlessly, but the direction is upward. The six containers and their bases are wrapped in a twisted and twisted frame that embraces everything without touching it.It turned slowly, and the Sands of Time - as Thrall could understand - surged up and down. "All of this is simply..." Surprised, he searched for words, but couldn't find them, so he simply shook his head. Deshaline paused, which Thrall took as a cue for him to slide to the ground.When he landed successfully, the green dragon took his elven form, with a modest hand on Thrall's shoulder. "It's not easy for those who are not dragons to understand," he grinned, "even for dragons other than bronze. Don't worry. It's not your job to understand The oddity of the timeline." "Yes," Thrall said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I just need to find the Eternal Dragon, who understands the oddities of timelines, and no one else seems to be able to find him." Deshaline patted Thrall on the back. "Exactly," he laughed.Their eyes met, and Thrall grinned.He was sure he liked the green dragon.After experiencing Ysera's eccentric behavior and Cronaris' calm detachment, Deshaline appeared very stable and realistic. "I don't know how you want to go on," Cloneris said. Thrall looked at Descharin. "I thought it might be helpful to have a little time to calm our hearts before we begin," the green dragon said. "Clear thinking often lies in stillness, and it is understandable that Thrall may have been overwhelmed by what he saw." Cloneris bowed his golden head. "As you wish. You are free to walk anywhere, but come on - timelines don't allow you to enter hastily. Doing so could spell your end. In any case, without talking to one of us Before, you couldn't get in. I'm sure you can understand why now." Sal nodded. "I do understand. Thank you for letting me go, Cloneris. I'll do what I can to help you." "I have no doubts about that," said Cloneris.He leaped upwards and suddenly seemed to blur.Then he disappeared. "What...?" Thrall started asking Deshaline, before realizing what had just happened.Chronaris, master of time, merely speeded up his own time and returned to his post.Surprised, Thrall shook his head. They started walking away from the bronze dragon.The bronze dragons seem to have urgent tasks and missions, even the children.It was easy to see that these were not real children; their faces and gestures belied their responsibility.Trees grow all around: evergreen, rooted among the grains of sand.It was just one of the many oddities of the place, Thrall accepted with a shrug.The scent of pine is pronounced and fresh.He quickly fell back into his own childhood, the one he grew up in Dunholde.He often smells this aroma when he is allowed to go out to practice.Oddly enough, smells have a powerful ability to recall past events, both good and bad: a girl who sacrificed everything to help him, a "master" who nearly killed him in a drunken rage... In Hillsbrad, Thrall had glimpsed another orc for the first time and decided his brother was a monster. "You're emotional," Descharin said quietly. "And if I'm not wrong, it's not just because of what I've seen." Sal had to nod. "I was reminded of where I was in my youth," he said. "Memory doesn't have to be likable." Deshaline nodded in agreement. "Come on, friend Thrall. Let's find a place to meditate quietly before attempting to travel through the timeline. We are not like the bronze dragons, and to us the past is to let it go and not be a Unnecessary burden. I think we've had enough challenges without these nagging thoughts." The silent two walked for a while until they stopped. "It seems pretty quiet here," he said, looking around. "We shouldn't be disturbed here." He sat under a towering tree with his hands on his knees.Thrall followed suit. He was nervous, not just because of what he had seen and learned recently, or the memory awakened by the scent of trees, but because the last time he tried to enter a meditative state with another person, he failed completely.The green dragon noticed this. "You're a shaman, and you've been a shaman for a while," he said. "This should come in handy for you. Why are you having such a hard time?" "Well, you're a green dragon. You're more used to sleeping than awake," Thrall countered. Descharin didn't get angry, just took a moment to brush his long hair back while Thrall continued to settle himself.The green dragon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Thrall found himself doing the same thing.Descharin was right.This is naturally very familiar to Thrall.He watched the green dragon for a while, not entering a meditative state, but letting his mind focus on everything that had happened recently.No longer serves as the leader of the tribe.Travel to Nagrand and meet Agra.Kane's death.A cataclysm that tore apart and upended the world.His restlessness, his inability to concentrate.Ysera's quest, and the meeting with the ancient tree... and the dragon sitting before him, who at first glance appears to be just a meditating night elf, nothing like his true form. alike. This place is both intimidating and awe-inspiring.Thrall didn't want to close his eyes and explore his inner self.He wants to explore the Caverns of Time. But soon, he'll have his chance.Before he embarks on such an important task, he needs to prepare himself as well as possible.So he reluctantly closed his eyes and began to breathe slowly and calmly. Everything happened so quickly, when the sound of sharp blades piercing the air reminded him of the danger, Thrall opened his eyes, only to find that Desharin's head had already been severed from his shoulders. Thrall threw himself aside, somersaulting and landing on his feet.He didn't take a second look at his new friend's body.Deshaline was dead, and Thrall would soon follow in his footsteps if he wasn't careful.He stretched out his hand to the Doomhammer, grabbed it and swung it in a circle. His long-standing familiarity made his movements extremely easy and quick.Thrall swung the sledgehammer, eyes fixed on the sudden threat: tall, but smaller than an orc, clad in heavy black armor.Elbows, shoulders, and knees are covered with raised spikes, and the gauntleted hands grip a huge, shining two-handed broadsword.But the blow of the hammer that would have sliced ​​across the stranger's midriff, crushing his armor like a cheap tin cup, just hit the air. His foe staggered away, within a finger's width of Doomhammer's crushing blow.Surprised Thrall couldn't seize that precious second to stop the powerful swing and launch a second round of offensive.The opponent had already recovered, holding a huge long sword to suppress it, and the sword was shining with the light of enchantment.The armor on the enemy should have been a drag, but he was moving much faster than Thrall would have appreciated.Anxiety flashed across the orc's mind.Who is this unknown enemy?Fierce, swift and powerful-- Thrall instinctively let Doomhammer's swing pull him out of the path of the enemy's charge.Thrall released one hand, raising it to summon a powerful, focused gust of wind.The human - Thrall began to judge by his size and the style of his armor - stumbled a step and almost fell to the soft sand.Thrall asked the spirit of the air again, only to see a few handfuls of sand suddenly flying up and rushing towards the helmet.The helmet provided some protection, but it wasn't enough: Thrall's precise manipulation of fine sand pierced through the eye slits, temporarily blinding enemies.A cry came from behind the helmet, the voice of a human male in pain and rage.He raised his greatsword, not to attack, but to shield his face. The flickering broadsword surged with red light, as angry as its owner, and fell towards Thrall. Thrall found he was facing more than just an enemy of exceptional agility and strength, a weapon perhaps as powerful as the Doomhammer. Descharin was killed unknowingly - but for him it shouldn't have been.What had this man done to conceal his presence, to be able to elude a green dragon and the Horde's former warchief?Where are the other bronze dragons?Thrall thought about summoning them, but they were probably too far away: he and Desharin had—foolishly, in retrospect—chosen a remote place for their meditation. Earth Spirit, will you help me? A pit appeared at the foot of the man in black.Stumbling to one knee, he struggled to free his leg, all his grace and strength reduced to helpless clumsiness.With a low growl, Thrall raised the Doomhammer and slammed it down— ——stopped again, tightly sticking to the blades of both hands.A longsword was gripped tightly in one armored hand.The magic on the weapon exploded, and the human pushed hard, and Thrall flew backwards, as if thrown by a giant hand. The human was on his feet now, standing over Thrall, raising his gleaming weapon and slamming it to the ground. Thrall rolled sideways, but not fast enough.The giant sword failed to pierce her body, but left a deep ditch beside him.Sal jumped up. At that moment, a huge shadow enveloped the two of them.Before he knew what was happening, Thrall was caught by a giant claw.The dragon is not gentle at all. "We will deal with the invaders!" roared the dragon. "Your mission is to find Nozdormu!" Naturally, Thrall watched the dragon fly straight towards a constantly rotating and tumbling portal, which led to one of the timelines—but he didn't know which one it led to. Know. Before Thrall could say anything—even before his congested lungs could breathe air to speak—the bronze dragon landed, nearly throwing the hapless orc through the portal. However, before Thrall completely disappeared into the portal, he could still hear the shouts of the enemies behind him, the voice was strangely familiar. "You won't get away from me that easily, Thrall! You won't be there long, and as soon as you come out, I'll find you! I'll find you, and I'll kill you! You heard me say Is it done?!"