Stratholme God

   Chapter 1317 The future is handed over to you

   At this moment, Nozdormu's voice summoned back the thoughts that had been scattered by McDonald's.

   "So, when Medivh chooses you to redeem his remorse, I have no objection." When Nozdormu said this, McDonald knew that he had passed the test this time.

   "Then what do you want me to do?"

"No, I am more courageous. I will decide the fate of two parallel worlds, one big and one small. As for what you do, that is your business." Nozdormu looks like a guardian of time and space at this moment, It would be no exaggeration to say that he was a seductive, sinful demon.

  McDonald's heart [茻] never stopped: "If I do something outrageous that goes against history, what consequences will I bear?"

  Nozdormu took out a glass of champagne out of thin air.

"No, there is no consequence!" After a pause, he turned around and said, "Perhaps, the only consequence is that everything you do will be known to me in the past, as well as me in countless parallel worlds. This will affect Will I in other worlds be willing to accept travelers from the earth again?"

  Mike sighed in relief.

   It's that simple.

  If he is in trouble with sand sculpture players, so that no other traversers from the earth's empire will come to Azeroth in the future...that's none of his business! ?

   Isn't the most popular thing in our Great Celestial Dynasty - go my own way, and then let others have no way to go?

   Having said that, aren't those sand sculpture players overdone, and the world has become extinct, so they are not qualified to be the space anchor of a parallel world?

   On this side, of course, it is not easy for McDonald's to do things publicly: "I understand, I will prudently make the most appropriate decision for the future of the world."

   "Haha!" Nozdormu's laughter made someone feel very magical.

   is so quintessential!

  He understands! He really understands the king!

  Nozdormu put down the wine glass, flicked his fingers, and suddenly a golden light of bronze flew out from his fingertips and slammed into McDonald's chest.

  McDonald's own system prompt popped up a lot of messy things: [The host has obtained the unknown authorization of the Bronze Dragon King, and the host has the ??? ability]

   System lord, you reminded me of loneliness!

   McDonald frowned: "What about Nozdormu?"

"Me? I've long passed the time to perform my final duties. Now is the time." After that, Nozdormu stood up, and a strange, spider-like hammer head suddenly appeared on his left hand. Like a forked long-handled warhammer.

   He smiled lightly, and with a swipe of his finger in front of him and McDonald's, a gate of time and space opened.

   Standing opposite the door was another Nozdormu with a purple-blue body.

   McDonald's was startled. As a transmigrator, he immediately understood that the one opposite was the Eternal Dragon King [Mnozdor]!

   "Ah this..."

   "Shh!" Nozdormu raised his right index finger and put it in front of his lips, he smiled mysteriously: "I have nothing to do with you. Transmigrator."

   Facing the degenerate and blackened self, Nozdormu, who was wielding the warhammer, showed an incomparably arrogant smile.

   In the tens of thousands of years of fulfilling his duties, perhaps he has never shown such a knowing smile.

  The strange brilliance of bronze color converged on his warhammer, and suddenly turned into a time-space light cannon with a diameter of ten meters, and blasted towards Mdozno. The first thing to break was the time-space trap set in front of him by the Eternal Dragon King.

   There was a "bang" in the middle of nowhere, and countless materials that looked like glass and fragments of mysterious oil paintings shattered.

The    bronze-colored flash continued to move forward, like a sword that pierced through the sky and cut space and time, and soon the body of the Eternal Dragon King was exposed in his and McDonald's vision.

   It was a black dragon.

  No, it can no longer be called a dragon.

   It was a monster that was shaped into a giant dragon and composed of countless extremely ugly, twisted pieces of flesh. Creeping bones, flesh and tendons intertwined with each other, forming a dragon-shaped monster without dragon skin.

  Fortunately, this disgusting scene was just revealed by Nozdormu's bronze-colored divine light.

In a world-shattering scream, the meatball first stiffened and solidified in place, then completely transformed into a bronze color, then completely exploded, turning into metal flying shards all over the sky, and finally fluttered in the void, like a human being. Golden floral paper scraps scattered at the wedding.

   "This..." McDonald's was dumbfounded.

   It turns out that in history, after all, it was the real fight against oneself. In theory, this would be an evenly matched battle.

   Who would have thought that Nozdormu would win so easily?

   This is not in line with 'history'!

   For a moment, McDonald almost thought Nozdormu was going to go back.

   Unexpectedly, all he saw on Nozdormu's face was a relieved smile of relief.

   "Ah! Sure enough, there's a lot of power left. That being said, I can stay for a while longer."

   When the traverser heard it, he did not miss his heart and lungs.

   "Just kidding." Nozdormu disbanded the power entrenched in him very simply: "I'm tired of it. For your merits and demerits, leave it to countless other [me] to evaluate it!"

   A gust of emptiness blew, without any sluggishness, Nozdormu's figure gently dissipated in this world.

  McDonald was stunned and lost.

   At the same moment, sensing the departure of his brother, Alexstrasza and Ysera raised their heads at the same time.

   Regardless of each other, the two dragon queens suddenly shed a tear on their cheeks.

   "Nozdormu... gone?" Alexstrasza was still in disbelief.

   "This is his choice... Did you hear his last words?" Ysera sighed.

"heard it."

   "[Let McDonald's toss it]!"

  The two queens fell into a strange silence, and for a long time, the same sigh finally came out from each other's palaces at the same time.

   Here, McDonald woke up from a dream.

  Beside him, the girls had already formed a circle to protect him.

   When he opened those black eyes, their hearts skipped a beat at the same time.

   Profound! Boundless! It is mysterious and has a sense of vicissitudes that I have never felt before!

   Just looking at him, it seems to have seen the history of the planet Azeroth for tens of thousands of years.

  The vicissitudes of life, together into a glimpse!

   Involuntarily, they all bowed.

   Onyxia, who was close to the door, was so frightened that she fell to the ground and didn't dare to move. At this moment, she felt a power above the Dragon King - the power to change the fate of her and the entire world!

   After a while, a voice echoed through all the communication circuits of the alliance.

   The owner of this voice is no stranger to everyone, but it sounds like an apocalypse at the moment!

   (end of this chapter)