Menethil's Power

Chapter 531 The Mystery of Time

There is no morality and benevolence among nations. Isaacs has long understood and deeply experienced this.

Even the seven nations of mankind show their ugly faces when they compete for interests, let alone between the tribe and the alliance?Therefore, Isaacs has no psychological burden for his oppressive behavior,

He would have been kind enough not to wipe out the orcs, after all, he can essentially do whatever he wants in this timeline.

Any country that wants to develop rapidly must have a victim, and in this timeline the tribe will play the role of the victim.

Of course, some racists who are loyal to the alliance or human beings will inevitably ask Isaacs if he is too big after learning about his thoughts. Retaining the existence of the tribe is equivalent to giving them a chance to develop. Will one day, They have grown to the point where they can threaten Lordaeron again?
Isaacs just smiled lightly, and didn't even bother arguing. How could he worry about losing control of the tribe when the entire bronze dragon group was already his eyeliner?

What's more, if that plan is successful, he will be one of the people who decide the fate of this world. To him, the tribe is just a group of small mortals...

But at this moment, after hearing Isaacs mention Theramore, Thrall showed a dazed look.

Isaacs realized that he had made a mistake. The name Theramore appeared only after Jaina brought the survivors of the Eastern Kingdoms to Kalimdor, and now that girl has sat on the Frozen Throne. It is impossible for the island to be called this name.

But he remained calm, "That is the island on the edge of the swamp in the south of the Barrens, and now it is the territory of Lordaeron." He said to Thrall.

This is not a request, but rather an order.

Thrall took a few deep breaths, the pain caused by the toxin that penetrated into the bone marrow struck again, torturing his nerves, but he could only keep telling himself to be calm, the control range of the tribe was almost as far as the edge of the barren land. It stopped, and giving up that island was not a big loss—at least it was really nothing compared to the conditions he was about to agree to.

He had no choice, his self-confidence, his authority as the warchief of the tribe, and his ideals all paled in front of such a bombardment that destroyed the walls of Orgrimmar.In the face of such an obvious threat to the entire orc race, he had no choice but to submit.

For a moment, Thrall seemed to feel the helpless feeling of the former chief of the tribe, Orgrim, and the corner of his mouth could not help showing a bit of bitterness.

"Enough," he said, as if with all his strength, "I promise you peace."

"Great Chief..." The old shaman seemed hesitant to speak.

"You don't need to say it, Drek'Thar." Thrall looked at the panic-stricken Orgrimmar in front of him, "I will bear this responsibility..."

"A sensible choice." Isaacs agreed with it.

"You should be satisfied now." Thrall looked at the human viciously: "Let that floating battleship leave the sky above Orgrimmar!"

"May the peace between the Alliance and the Horde last forever." Isaacs said half-truthfully, "As for the Hyperion, I'm not in a hurry to leave. The matter between the Alliance and the Horde is over. The following is the discussion between you and the night elves." question."

He seemed to have finally remembered the real purpose of his visit this time. Lunara showed a smile that was not a smile. She was shocked by the Hyperion just like the chief of the tribe. She suddenly felt that even the night elves and All the natural demigods of Azeroth should re-acquaint themselves with the mortal kingdom of Lordaeron.

Just such a floating battleship, the combat power displayed surpassed the night elves who were designated by giant dragons and demigods as representatives of mortals...

At the same time, she also discovered another side of Isaacs. It turns out that he is not always gentle and gentle...

But Lunara doesn't think that Isaacs is hypocritical. Isn't nature also multi-faceted?Sometimes brutal and sometimes mild.

Isaacs pointed to the dryad who finally had a sense of existence at this time, "This daughter of nature is the messenger of Kaldorei, the leader of the Ashenvale elf army, and also the daughter of Cenarius."

Thrall couldn't help being moved, "Please allow me to express my sincere apologies to that jungle god on Grom's behalf. He was manipulated by an evil magician to take actions that hurt your father. He has been imprisoned now. In Orgrimmar."

"I heard from Isaacs that the orcs are a rational and reasonable race." Lunara said: "At least for now, your behavior is still in line with his evaluation. "

Thrall smiled wryly. This half-deer girl obviously has an unusual relationship with Isaacs, and her ass is nowhere to be seen.

"There is nothing serious about Cenarius right now, so there is still a possibility of peace between the two sides." Isaacs switched from the representative of the Lordaeron Alliance to the arbitrator in an instant. "I think the tribe and the night elves should recognize each other's positions and interests. The tribe no longer invades the territory of the night elves, and the kaldorei and the gods of nature also allow the tribe to cut down the needed wood in the outer areas of Ashenvale."

"If this proposal can be actually implemented, I agree." Thrall said.

All the tribe needs is wood. Today's orcs, trolls, and tauren collectives cannot withstand large-scale wars for the time being. They need to recuperate.

"If it's just the woodland outside Ashenvale, I can also agree." Lunara also said readily.

She is the daughter of Cenarius, so she naturally has a high status among the night elves, and she has a certain right to make decisions. For the forest guardian and the dryads, it is really easy to make plants grow.

"Very good, this contract can be signed." Isaacs is very satisfied, "We can erect a monument to commemorate this hard-won peace agreement, and it can be imagined that it will have very important historical significance."

"No need." Thrall said coldly.

"Of course, we are all just expressing our respective intentions now. A professional diplomatic team will come to Orgrimmar to discuss the specific content of the treaty." Isaacs said again: "Of course, Lunara and I can pay in advance to express Our kindness, for example, heals your poisonous wound."

"What?" Thrall's expression moved slightly. The poison of shimmering shadows in him is a deadly toxin that specifically targets orcs. The elements of shaman spells and the power of the soul can't do anything about it, but whether it's the holy light or the power of life, There are currently no skilled users in the Horde.

But the two people in front of him now can be said to be the top figures in these two aspects.

The pain caused by the poisonous injury was unbearable, but Thrall still suppressed the impulse in his heart, "I won't thank you for it." He said to Isaacs coldly.

"I don't expect that." The human prince shrugged, "This is just an exchange of benefits."

Or alms.

……

The figures of Isaacs and Lunara went away, as swaggeringly as when they came, the only difference was that the majestic city gate of Orgrimmar had been completely reduced to ruins.

The Hyperion also moved slowly at this time, allowing the sunlight to shine on Orgrimmar again.

Thrall's complexion was complicated. Beside him were Drek'Thar, Vol'jin, Brother Saurfang, Rexxar who had just escaped from stasis, Karin Bloodhoof, and others, as well as those who had been hiding until now. The newly-appeared rich man Gallywix.

It's as if the high-level officials of this tribe are seeing Isaacs off, but in fact, many of them have hatred and killing intent, but it's a pity that they can't do anything.

"Remember this day." Thrall said dully, his poisonous wound had healed, but his mood didn't improve at all. "This is the most shameful day for the tribe."

They had been deceived, used, driven into bloodthirsty madness, defeated and despaired, but never so humiliated.

The so-called two-camp situation had already been broken when the heresy Isaacs appeared in this world.

Isaacs left Durotar at a speed that was like a stroll in a garden but not slow at all. When the scene in front of him turned into a yellow barren grassland again and after confirming that there was no "tail" behind him, Isaacs suddenly looked at Lu Nora, "I need to retreat for a while, you just wait for me here for a while."

retreat?Before Lunara could realize what the word meant, Isaacs' body suddenly faded until it disappeared completely, leaving only the dryad with a confused face.

Isaacs, who was in the extra-dimensional state unique to the bronze dragon, closed his eyes. Since the return of the War of the Ancients timeline, he has been busy with various things and has little time to practice. The source of light is developing towards complete crystallization, but the cycle is a bit long, and it will take 20 years.

He obviously couldn't afford to wait. Cromin's plan had already been implemented in half, and as the only frontal combat power that the Bronze Dragon could show at present, his strength must be stronger.

Fortunately, he has mastered the law of time.

For a long time, Isaacs has used the ability of time to target biological individuals. He can speed up his own time and speed up the conversion speed of the source of holy light, but it will inevitably make him out of tune with the whole world - imagine him using Eat at ten times your normal pace, drink water, and do some harmonious exercise that is good for your body and mind.

Therefore, he must use the power of time in a more microcosmic way. This idea came to him when he discussed the speed of his strength improvement with Lunara before. It can be said that this cute tree demon has some credit.

Is it feasible to just speed up the rate at which energy is injected from the ocean of light into his holy light source?
Isaacs became a little nervous, which was crucial, as soon as he came up with an idea, he had to experiment immediately.

Running Holy Light and Power of Time at the same time is a troublesome thing for the spirit, but he has many experiences in previous battles, so it is not very difficult to do it now.

Then the next thing to do is to accelerate the existence of energy, which has no substance or even the concept of time.

This is very difficult. After all, before Isaacs, no bronze dragon had mastered other kinds of power, and no other race had mastered the power of time. The only exception was Aman'Thul, the leader of the Pantheon, but it was obviously impossible for Isaacs to go to him Seek experience.

But Isaacs is lucky. Fortunately, his ability to communicate with the Ocean of Light and the power of time protection obtained from Nozdormu both come from the Pantheon. These two are like gears corresponding to the gap, perfectly fitting in Together.

The infusion of power from the ocean of light suddenly accelerated, and the generation speed of that kind of brilliant crystal became visible to the naked eye covering his source of holy light.

Two years, three months, eleven days, five hours, 24 minutes, and seven seconds, Isaacs got concrete results in an instant.

He suddenly opened his eyes, the light flickered and then gradually subsided, turning into clear pupils, that was all he could do, and the next step was to wait, which was nearly ten times faster, and the waiting process did not seem so hopeless.

He lifted the super-dimensional state and appeared in front of Lunara again. The dryad's eyes were full of surprise, "How did you do it?"

"Secret." Isaacs, who was in a good mood, smiled.

Lunara curled her lips and stopped struggling, "You said you were going to take me to obtain peace, but it turned out to be such a kind of peace, I knew I shouldn't believe your words." She said angrily.

Isaacs spread his hands, "This is not resolved, everyone is happy." His expression suddenly became serious, "Is it true that you can implement the conditions promised to the tribe by yourself? You will be in front of your father and the night elves' high-level officials." Is it difficult?"

"It's a little bit." Lunara's deer tail shook, "But you don't have to worry."

"I have a way to make the night elves have no objection to this." Isaacs showed a mysterious look.

"Do you want to go to Darnassus like this?! With that ship??!!" Lunara was shocked.

"Of course not." Isaacs looked at the dryad with a lingering fear and wanted to slap the full chest. "Didn't I finally promise the tribe to deal with the centaur invasion?" he reminded.

"What?" Lunara was a little confused.

"Do you know where those centaurs came from? Don't you think their body structure is very similar to yours?" He glanced at the graceful body of the doe.

"What are you trying to say?" This was almost teasing, but Lunara found that in her mild anger, there was some... shyness?
Isaacs chuckled, "Actually, the first batch of centaur ancestors can be said to be your nephews and nieces..."

(End of this chapter)