Menethil's Power

Chapter 510 Red

"So, this is your plan?" Isaacs made a thoughtful gesture, "You only informed me when the implementation has already started?"

"Cromin said that you should have no objection to this, and you have been in Northrend before, so you probably don't want to be disturbed." The bronze dragon in front of him shrugged humanly.

"That's it." Isaacs said noncommittally.

This explanation is still acceptable, although it seems that Cromin, the bronze dragon who has been freed from all shackles, seems to be making troubles forever, but compared to the previous attitude of "calculating" Isaacs, this kind of midway notification is already regarded as his Treated as equal allies.

Isaacs still has a headache about this. If possible, he certainly hopes that Cromin can act according to his wishes, but this is obviously impossible. Even now, he and Cromin are just a cooperative relationship. Part of the power of the Guardian Dragon, he could not order her, only suggest.

But for a Bronze Dragon who is born with a global vision and whose job is to arrange the timeline, what suggestions can he, a person who only knows the original historical direction, make?

Of course, although he can't give orders to Cromin, he is the "spokesperson" after all. The Bronze Dragon has top-notch means of doing things secretly, but once he encounters a situation where he needs to show his strength on the front, he is a little weak. Isaacs will go out, and if he thinks it's not good, he can even directly refuse to cooperate.

In essence, the two sides are mutually beneficial and win-win cooperation.

But this time, although Isaacs was a little surprised by Cromin's layout, he felt that there was a lot to be done, and his eyes sparkled.

Bernadome is not in a hurry, this "old friend" of Isaacs no longer needs to use the identity of the ancient spirit to cover up his real body.He knew that Isaacs would definitely agree, because in essence, the other party was the biggest beneficiary of their plan.

"So, I should get ready now." Isaacs nodded slightly.

Prepare military supplies, speed up military production, and assemble troops. The alliance will soon usher in a new war. This is precisely the main theme of Azeroth. There is not much leisure time, but this Once, unlike before, he was in an active position.

"Since I have been notified, I will take my leave." Bernadome nodded slightly to Isaacs. His responsibilities have not changed, and his disguise in the Cenarion Council has not expired. Isaacs knows this without guessing. The guy plays a very important role in the current plan of the bronze dragon for Kalimdor. After all, he has a considerable status in the Cenarion Council.

Isaacs couldn't help wondering whether there was a bronze dragon pretender hidden among the middle and high-level officials of Lordaeron.

Bernadome's figure gradually faded away, and Isaacs also turned around and walked towards the elevator beside him. This meeting took place at the top of the highest building on the Experimental Island of the Lost Islands, surrounded by the power of time and space set by Isaacs, so there was no need to Worry about being noticed.

The elevator went all the way down to the ground, and Isaacs nodded to the researchers who stopped to greet him. This is not the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and he is the boss, not the prince, so there is no need to stick to complicated etiquette.

He walked into a spacious and bright room. Although the surrounding walls were sprayed with white paint and the material could not be seen, they were actually equipped with a thick layer of australian steel plates. This is the "special observation and care room". room", the last resident was Kalia, who had just been discovered as a half-demon.

But at this time the eldest princess is the observer, and the one being observed is another white-haired girl. At this time, the Lich Queen is separated from them by another thick transparent barrier. The long white hair hanging down as if in deep sleep, not bound by gravity, fluttered softly.

At this time, she had a kind of tender and pitiful feeling, which aroused pity.

Isaacs first stared at Jaina's porcelain-like face for a while. In terms of exquisite facial features, Jaina is not as good as Kalia, but her identity as Lich Queen gives her a different kind of charm.

"How's she doing?" Isaacs looked at Kalia and asked, his "sister" was actually wearing a researcher's white coat at this time, his exquisite figure was looming under it, and his pale golden hair was relaxed casually behind his head. Tie up a bun.

Isaacs' mind moved, this feeling... gave him the illusion that he was not in Azeroth.

"If it's about the soul, it's okay." Kalia replied: "Xalatas and Natalie are quite responsible. I feel that they are almost becoming experts in this field. Your Jaina's soul fusion The condition is very good, after all, it is one soul."

She was in high spirits, having made a fuss when she was a research subject, but now seemed happy to see others in this situation.Ever since she had the blood of the devil, some little evils in her character have never been covered up.

Perhaps because of this, she did not hesitate to express her love to Isaacs.

"It's just the soul?" Of course Isaacs understood what Kalia meant, "Then what's wrong with the body?"

"She was always on the edge of life and death, maintaining a delicate balance," Kalia made a helpless gesture, "but when she inherited the position of the natural disaster ruler, this balance was broken. Now Her body is gradually deteriorating into a state of undead."

The corner of Isaacs' mouth twitched. No wonder in the original timeline, Arthas would be frozen on the Frozen Throne for several years after wearing the crown of the Lich King. Is this somehow...preservation?
Pushing unrealistic thoughts out of his mind, "Is there no treatment?" he asked.

"Your group of priests collectively let her pray for healing before. As for the effect...you will know after you try it yourself." Kalia pointed to the casting port on the side.

Jaina is in a completely enclosed environment. To cast a spell on her, energy must be transmitted through specific ports.

Isaacs frowned and walked over. The sacred light shone from his hands. Healing spells were no longer a difficult task for him. The redemption field he performed in the royal city before proved that he is the first-rate in Azeroth. the healer.

The holy light washed Jaina's body, making her breath of life continuously strengthened, and her pale snow-like skin began to turn bloody, and the situation seemed to be not bad.

But this is obviously not the final result. When Isaacs stopped the energy output, Jaina's breath of life fell again, and the girl's skin became even grayer and dry than before, and she showed a painful expression.

Come a few more times, and she will really be a veritable queen of disasters.

Isaacs sighed. This is the limitation of the holy light. It can only complete the state of the caster, but it cannot generate vitality out of thin air, and it is impossible to prolong life. Jaina is currently in this situation. , because she has mastered the power of death, her life is also heading towards death.

The Holy Light can't do anything about it, because the death caused by the loss of vitality belongs to the category of normal death, and the Holy Light can't stop or reverse this process.

"You see, the situation is like this." Kalia showed a look of deep meaning, "Speaking of which, you shouldn't care so much about whether she is alive or not. After all, you want her to continue to control the Scourge."

"No, she must return to normal, she must be alive." Isaacs said firmly.

"Oh my god." Kalia made a fake surprised expression, "Don't you think..."

"Don't think about that." Isaacs said sternly, "If she really wants to continue to sit in that position, the identity of the living is very important."

Once you become an undead and lose your sense of the beauty of all life, even your rational character and emotions will gradually be distorted, and you will gradually become the opposite of the living. This is an unavoidable situation.

So Jaina must "live", which can also be said to be owed to her by Isaacs.

"I'm going 'over there'," he said, turning and walking out.

By "over there" he was referring to the War of the Ancients timeline, and he couldn't do anything about the nature of life, but there was a professional.

"Go, go." Kalia waved her hand indifferently, "You left her there for so long without asking, she must have become a boudoir."

Isaacs touched the back of his head in embarrassment when he heard the words. After returning from Draenor, he was busy with the Northern Expedition, and he never entered that timeline again.

The time-space portal is on the ground floor, and the highest authority is required to get there. A group of earth spirits and mechanical gnomes are carrying and stacking Azerite crystals there. The new energy that is continuously produced from the portal will be distributed from here to various combat and R&D sectors.

When stepping into the dim yellow time-space portal, and the familiar breath of time-space turbulence came, what Isaacs was thinking about was this time-space itself. Control right, but at present it seems that only Azerite is used as income, is it too little?
Isaacs is not greedy, he just feels that this timeline is not being used reasonably.

But it is quite troublesome to get more benefits. First of all, he can't interfere too much with the progress of this timeline, such as bringing out some hidden enemies in advance or destroying some forces, which will only accelerate the collapse of this timeline. And because it is also Azeroth, limited by the laws of time and space, too powerful artifacts or magic items cannot be taken away, so only the Silver Hand is a special case as liquid metal.

So how to bypass the law of space and time?
So far, the benefits he has obtained are the Azerite crystal and the Legion of the Creator. These things appeared because of him. They should not exist at this time in the normal timeline. Isaacs suddenly realized , that is to say, the "items" produced by him can also be regarded as products that deviate from the timeline. Being taken away not only does not violate the laws of space and time, but even alleviates the deviation of the timeline to a certain extent...

His thoughts stopped here, because a light appeared in front of him, and he was now in the core area of ​​the ancient night elves, on the shore of the Well of Eternity.

The three huge metal spikes still stand in this magic source, and the dragon soul in the center of them exudes a dazzling light, like a small sun.

"Hey! Boss, why are you here!" Garuvik, who was driving the exclusive mecha, shouted immediately when he saw Isaacs.

The members of the Creator Legion are working on the portal side, while the goblin engineers from Macdonald Company are working here, and together they form the link of producing and transporting Azerite. At first glance, this configuration seems absurd, but But it is reasonable, living in a world that does not belong to oneself, the possibility of these people leaking secrets due to communication with the outside world is greatly reduced.

Garuvik brought trustworthy people, and they didn't know that this was actually Azeroth in another time dimension, they only thought it was a different world with excellent energy.Before leaving the War of the Ancients timeline, Isaacs brutally drove Azshara out of her palace, turning the original power center of the Night Empire into a mining field. The palace was completely sealed off, and the goblins didn't even Knowing that there are native races in this "different world", it's as if they were all slaughtered by the ruthless boss.

Isaacs nodded to Garuvik, Azerite is of great importance, so Garuvik will be responsible for it personally, and after a while everything is on the right track, this goblin can go back and continue to be his boss. rich man.

Garuvik himself didn't have any complaints, he was very clear that this was Isaacs' trust in him, and he himself fell into an extreme frenzy for the incredible energy of Azerite, wishing to bury himself in a pile of Among the Azerite spar.

This kind of energy density, stability, and energy conversion rate are super-class energy, but every engineer dreams of it!

After giving Garuvik a few orders, Isaacs stepped onto the teleportation circle, and with a flash of light, he came to the control center of the Well of Eternity.

This is the facility left by the Titans. It was here that they completed their calculations against the Dragon Clan, the Burning Legion, and the Night Empire. However, Isaacs did not come here for nostalgia. His eyes fell directly on the crimson figure. body.

Long time no see, she was still so charming, so suffocating to him.

Kristaza was suspended in mid-air, and the light golden energy from the dragon soul flowed through her whole body. Isaacs had already noticed that there was a golden streamer in her crimson hair, and there were more complicated spots on the dragon horns. Golden pattern.

This little female dragon seems to have undergone a huge change.

As if feeling the arrival of Isaacs, Christaza suddenly opened her crimson eyes, and the light was shining brightly for a while. In a trance, Isaacs seemed to see the red dragon queen Alexstrasza, Christaza Sa now has the same detached aura as her mother, and with her beautiful face, it even made Isaacs stunned for a moment.

But this momentum disappeared in a moment, and Christasa's eyes suddenly burst into joy, "You are here." She said softly.

"Yes, I'm here." Isaacs would look gently.

(End of this chapter)