MTL - War Hymn of Warcraft [WOW]-Chapter 88 future? past?
"Eluen! Why don't you mind your own business!" "Zhan Zhixing" shouted angrily, and Safras pointed at Zhan Zhixing from afar. In his opinion, that moonlight-like color should be Elune's masterpiece.
Zhan Zhixing shook his head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are wrong, it is not Elune who made me like this."
"I...is you..."
The doomsday walker shouted angrily, and another flame spear was drawn out, mixed with the anger of the flame, and shot at Zhan Zhixing. Zhan Zhixing just looked at the spear, and a golden light flashed in his eyes. The spear seemed to be stuck by an inexplicable force, and he couldn't move for an instant.
"Time... is everywhere, outlining the rules of the existence of the entire world. Without the flow of time, everything is meaningless, even sports."
There was excitement on Zhan Zhixing's face, which was the joy of mastering a new power. He looked in the direction of "Zhan Zhixing" with shining bright white pupils, another burst of golden light flashed, Zhan Zhixing suddenly appeared beside Doom Walker, and slammed his right hand on his face: "The same Yes, the flow of time will also control the speed of motion. With time, the laws of physics will be called laws."
"That's... the power of time, the power of the guardian dragon?!" Nozdormu took a deep breath and stared blankly at this scene. How could Zhan Zhixing have the power of a guardian dragon, and it seems to be stronger than that "future" Zhan Zhixing.
Doom Walker was blown away by Zhan Zhixing's angry punch. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Zhan Zhixing with shock:
"You... how can you have the power of a guardian dragon!"
A sneer curled up at the corner of Zhan Zhixing's mouth, he didn't answer his words, but continued with his previous actions.
He looked in the direction of "Zhan Zhixing" from a distance, holding his left hand in the air, and the light in his eyes was rendered fiery red.
"Life, the source of all things, the mother of life. She can nourish all things and punish all beings."
It was Alexstrasza's turn to be surprised: "Life, I can feel it, is the power of life. He and life are even more deeply bound than me."
"puff…"
"Zhan Zhixing" suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and he looked at Zhan Zhixing in disbelief:
"Spirit of life?! Damn Elune, what did she do!"
Zhan Zhixing chuckled, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and he appeared next to "Zhan Zhixing" again. The sea of his soul exploded, and the soul that had been severely injured by the previous "Zhan Zhixing" did not know when it had recovered, and it even far exceeded the strength of "Zhan Zhixing" before.
"Dreams, the source of creation, the habitat of souls. Have you ever seen those souls wailing in dreams because of your fall?"
"This time it's a dream, maybe there will be magic and the earth in a while?" Ysera was already numb, she had glimpsed this moment in a dream, but at that time she just thought it was just a dream, not anything Prophecy - How could a person who could gather the power of the five-color guardian dragon exist in this world in her opinion.
No, it's more than that. Zhan Zhixing pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth, and looked back at his partners - Jaina, Arthas, Illidan... and his beloved Garrosh. Holy Light's belief is protection. As a paladin, his mission should have been to protect everything in the world.
"Holy Light, the source of faith, the purest faith of mankind. Humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, mercy, honesty, spirit, justice, do you remember the oath you swore before the Holy Light? When you were slaughtering the world Did you ever remember your humility and glory? When you killed the Guardian Dragon by any means for your power, did you see the Holy Light lamenting your abandonment of sacrifice and heroism? Even though the Holy Light thought you could still be saved, still Look after you, but do you hear that the divine light is sighing for your fall?!"
Countless soul fragments scraped by, and the sea of souls of "Zhan Zhixing" was forced to bloom in the present world. However, in Zhan Zhixing's powerful sea of souls shining with green light and yellow light, the soul of that doomsday walker is like a lonely boat, constantly eroded by the storm of holy light and dreams. The holy light impregnated his soul, and the dream eroded his soul, making the messenger of doom continue to wail:
"Impossible... You are clearly the me of the past, how could the power of the Holy Light be stronger than me!" Doom Walker quickly gathered his soul into a ball, resisting the erosion of his soul by the "past" Zhan Zhixing. At the same time, he was also trying to squeeze the flames on Sufras, trying to fight back against Zhan Zhixing. He seemed to understand something, looked up at Zhan Zhixing, and muttered to himself:
"I understand, you are not the past me..."
"Did you understand now? But it's useless." Zhan Zhixing had left the Doomsday Envoy at some point, his eyes were looking at another self, and this time it was the turn of the purple arcane:
"Magic, one of the most basic laws of this world, is also the biggest law that distinguishes it from our world. Magic is like a handicraft that can be played with. It should be guarded, but it should not be detained, and it should not be smoothed. "
In an instant, the surrounding arcane power, which was banned by the messenger of doom, resumed its fluctuations. Due to the long-term magic vacancy in this area, the influx of arcane power converged in the energy flow visible to the naked eye, making a crackling sound in the air. The flames on Sufras, which had already gathered into a group, were instantly extinguished, and the weapon spirit inside Sufras also screamed, and there was no movement.
"This is your purpose? Another reincarnation? I have repeated it thousands of times. Do you think you will be able to change the established destiny this time?" The doomsday walker had given up resistance, and he laughed wildly, " No! You should no longer have any hope in this miserable world!"
Zhan Zhixing didn't seem to hear the words of his other self, he looked at the mid-air, the direction where the moonlight came, shook his head and sighed:
"The earth, soil, mud, dust, lava, the foundation of the world. Its gravity makes everything have a downward trend, making the existence of planets different from outer space."
Following Zhan Zhixing's words, the dark brown light flashed repeatedly on the doom walker, and the strong gravity instantly pushed the doom walker to the ground. He tried his best to raise his head and looked at Zhan Zhixing who walked to his side.
"Do you really want to try again? Even if that's already the established destiny!" The doomsday messenger was no longer as arrogant as before. He was lying on the ground, his face covered with mud.
"My timeline is not bound by that thing, and it has greatly deviated from the original track. If it were you, might you give up hope?" Zhan Zhixing squatted down, meeting the eyes of Doom Walker.
Doomsday Walker seemed to have been questioned by Zhan Zhixing's words. He was silent for a while, then lowered his raised head and passed out. At the moment of confusion, his last waking consciousness gave Zhan Zhixing the answer:
"No... after all... I am you from the past..."
"Yeah, the two of us have always thought that you are the future me and I am the past you. But I never thought that the time adjusted by us can't be reversed?" Zhan Zhixing looked at the fallen Myself—to be precise, the fallen one, my past self.
"Nozdormu, you should have seen the timeline hidden by the two of us, right?" Zhan Zhixing turned his head and looked at the silent Nozdormu. With a wave of his hand, he healed the wound on his shoulder.
The sands of time on Nozdormu's shoulders kept tumbling, and after a long time, he raised his head with a wry smile: "I didn't expect our fate to be like this... The you now are actually sent back by the two of us in this doomsday messenger."
"Time is like a tangled web, and no one can see clearly." Zhan Zhixing sighed helplessly, "But, are you willing to help me with this, Nozdormu? After all, the guardian of time that the titans really recognize It's you, not me, the imposter."
"Naturally, don't forget that our Bronze Dragon Clan still owes you a favor." Nozdormu was also very helpless. If he didn't help Zhan Zhixing, the timeline they were in would fall apart—and now it seems that, Only this timeline of Azeroth is "true", so he blinked humorously, took a few steps back, and turned into the body of a bronze dragon.
Zhan Zhixing turned to look at Ysera, and took out the branch that she had instilled strength in, "It's impossible for me alone to seal the Doombringer who is as powerful as me, Ysera, can I ask you for help?" Did you seal his memory with me?"
Ysera nodded, didn't say much, and changed into the appearance of the Green Dragon Queen.
"Also, Elune, no matter what, you should help, right?" Zhan Zhixing turned his head to look at the source of the moonlight, where a female night elf made of pure energy was slowly descending.
"Elune?!" Tyrande covered her mouth in surprise. So far, Elune has never shown her appearance in front of the world. She can actually...
"This is Twisting Void after all. In this chaotic land, my strength can still be restrained." The night elf lady who was glowing all over her body nodded to Tyrande and walked to Zhan Zhixing's side. He teased him and said, "I have helped you awaken the sealed memory and power, what else do you want me to help you with?"
"Anyway, you are the one who led Garrosh to his death, right?" Zhan Zhixing was silent for a while before he said bitterly, "Among the many times I have been reincarnated, there have been a few times where you have even used God's punishment directly. Kill Garrosh, don't think the old me couldn't see."
The smile on Elune's face froze, and she lowered her head slowly. After a long time, she turned around, sighed and said, "Do you think I think so? Although I am one of the owners of this world, I am not yet the creator of this world."
"There used to be two supreme gods who created this world, set the web of destiny for this world, and then abandoned it. I discovered this world with another slave god. That slave **** disagreed with me. He wanted Use this world to debug your own world and make your own world closer to perfection. And I think this world is a world after all, and it should have the right to continue.”
She turned around and walked to the Doomsday Envoy, her right hand was on his body, and she grabbed out the chain that bound countless ghosts of the guardian dragon. She threw the chain to Zhan Zhixing and shrugged: "I guess what you asked me to do is this thing, the golden finger that you should have when you came to this world, a mythical item—the Time Guardian System. It starts from the time you enter You were given the task of maintaining the web of destiny in this world when you were in the world, right? Presumably, you in the past must have thought that this series of tasks led to Garrosh's death?"
Elune can only do this. When two Zhan Zhixing meet, for the "Time Guardian System", both sides are its masters, and only at this moment can the system be separated from the past Zhan Zhixing . Zhan Zhixing froze in place after receiving the chain, his pupils were dilated, everything around his ears was blurred, and only one voice remained—
"System integration begins...User name Zhan Zhixing...Falling into the world...Azeroth."
"Refused to merge!" Zhan Zhixing hurriedly seized this opportunity, the thing that the doomsday walker has never gotten rid of after thousands of reincarnations can only be done at this moment.
"The host refuses to merge...Ding, the system has an error...The host refuses to merge...Refused..."
With a bang, the chain in Zhan Zhixing's hand shattered into thousands of crystal clear fragments, and the souls of the guardian dragons imprisoned by the chain scattered and returned to their time and space.
Those fragments turned into strands of pure energy, which flowed back to Zhan Zhixing's sea of souls. Zhan Zhixing frowned and scanned the sea of souls several times, making sure that there was nothing unusual before he was relieved.
"It looks like you've got it done?" Elune chuckled, the time guard system was made by those people who experimented with this world, and only by getting rid of it, can Zhan Zhixing and Garrosh find true happiness .
It was this myth that brought Zhan Zhixing here in the first place, and it was convenient for him, but at the same time, this myth was also the chief culprit for Garrosh's death. The system will do everything possible to let Zhan Zhixing guard the initial destiny line of the world—even control Zhan Zhixing's body to encourage Garrosh to start a war. However, the ending of this fate line is not a good thing. Because of this, Zhan Zhixing in the past went crazy in the fact that "I forced Garrosh to death".
Zhan Zhixing opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but asked Elune: "Without that thing, is Garrosh..."
"If Garrosh Hellscream triggers a war and triggers the trigger condition of 'Mists of Pandaria', I will still kill him." Elune said helplessly, "It was originally the two Supreme Beings who set the rules in this world. God, for them, it is easy for them to make the fate behind "Mists of Pandaria" - "Lord of Draenor" come true. But I am just a slave god, or a slave **** with my own world, and there is no way to support the future That run of fate."
Zhan Zhixing also knew that in the fate of the "King of Draenor", countless armies were destined to travel back and forth on the web of time, which was equivalent to spreading the web of time infinitely. Originally, the destiny set by the Supreme God simply cannot work in this world, and the infinitely spreading web of time cannot exist in this world. If you really come to that step, the whole world will collapse in an instant.
This world has its own god. If there is a **** who takes this world as its own territory, it is equivalent to adding a powerful stabilizer to this world. Even if the web of time spreads infinitely, it will not cause the world to fall apart. However, now this world has no gods of its own, and even though several gods including Elune are using it, it does not belong to any god. Elune wants to prevent the world from collapsing, other than sacrificing her own world, the only way is to let Garrosh die directly.
At least Nozdormu is maintaining the current web of time, gathering it as much as possible. But even Nozdormu could not resist the fate set by the High Gods who created this world. Fortunately, the fate of the world has been almost changed by Zhan Zhixing, and he can only believe that Garrosh will not start a war in the next few years.
Zhan Zhixing was a little disappointed, but he could still understand Elune. After all, she also has her own world, and it is impossible to sacrifice her own beloved territory to save an irrelevant world.
Ysera and Zhan Zhixing teamed up to seal off the memory of the doomsday messenger, including his application of time, dreams, magic, earth and life, as long as these are deleted from his consciousness, making him think he does not have these abilities , he cannot use them—of course, the future is doomed, Zhan Zhixing who has learned shamanism can still use the power of the earth and life. At the same time, he deliberately gave a hint to blur all his memories about the actual inconsistencies, so as to prevent any accidents that made him remember everything before that. This is why, when Zhan Zhixing left the end of time, he thought it was a dream.
Seeing Zhan Zhixing, who was sealed with everything, slowly drifting down into the long river of time, becoming a meteor and falling on the road of Azeroth, Elune also gradually restrained the moonlight and returned to her own world.
She glanced at Garrosh and Zhan Zhixing, and blessed them: "I hope you two can be together in the end, and I don't want you to go crazy again, Zhan Zhixing."
Elune's shimmering figure gradually dissipated, and her last words echoed in Zhan Zhixing's ears:
"However, I heard that the supreme **** left a subordinate **** in this world back then. If you can get that godhead, there may be other ways."
"It's all up to you..."
The author has something to say: the fission of the earth is over,
Tomorrow will start the final volume, which belongs to Mists of Pandaria [War of the Ancient Gods]
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