Vol 2 Chapter 637: : Expanding World (Part 1)

The Ssangyong meeting in the endless sea and sky has temporarily ended. The death wings of the established fate timeline and the Twilight Dragon Army are not war-fighting. After a while, they began to escape and went straight to the north.
Northrend Continent, Longmian Temple is his goal.
There, he will start the already planned action under Enzos ’brainwashing order and launch the final Twilight Trial.
Enzos believes that the colleagues of the ancient gods in this timeline will certainly help him complete the Twilight Judgment. Although it is not known whether Yogg-Saron has found a way to avoid being swallowed and merged, this timeline also has a Yogg Salon.
Before the twilight trial, the ancient gods must unite sincerely to create a great cause for the void!
And another self on this timeline is the best ally.
So, at this time, the disadvantage of unequal information is revealed, and Enzos makes a common sense mistake: if it is not that fate is very different, then the timeline will not be engulfed and merged.
What will happen to the ancient in this unfamiliar timeline, what kind of special existence is hidden here, Enzos did not think about it.
After all, if you let a madman think about it, you really think too much, not to mention the siege of the army as soon as you arrive, how can you have time to calm down and light a cigarette to plan your future.
The only one who is still extremely angry is of course Wing Jun. He failed to kill the other himself in the established fate timeline as expected, which made Wing Jun's madness immediately rise.
Led the Twilight Dragon brothers on their side. The Winged King followed and whistled away toward the Northrend continent.
Anyway, what is to say is that you have to die and bite, the crazy dog ​​spirit cannot be lost, the other must die!
As the two mad dragons left one after another, the fierce fighting of the Endless Sea temporarily came to a close, and all parties in the world. . . Ok. . . Well, all parties in the world are scolding and fighting floods and disaster relief, plus large-scale demolition and reconstruction.
'S own site has more than doubled, and each region has different levels of growth. This is a good thing, and of course everyone is happy to see it.
But, but.
"The humans on that timeline are all fools? Look at Stormwind City and see what the ghosts are like now! How do they divide the city? Also, what happened to the garden area, who can tell me why? It ’s all ruins and seawater! "
King Varian rode his own horse and toured the capital city that had become a big construction site.
"The old king and the old commander once told me that the storm city of the established fate timeline was captured and destroyed during the orc war that year. I think they are not the same as our current plan when rebuilding the city."
The Grand Duke of Bervall followed Varian and shrugged helplessly.
His Majesty immediately snorted with disgust, Varian hated the Horde the most, this is a well-known thing.
The team walked up to the Valley of Heroes at the city gate. This place is no exception at this moment. It was messed up by a sudden extra pile of things.
A large group of Defias craftsmen and city defense soldiers were whispering around these extra statues, not knowing what to do. When they saw the king's leadership inspection team, the crowd immediately gave way.
"Who are those extra statues? Hmm ... let me see, Dark Portal hero, Khadgar, Aurelia Windrunner, Kudran, Turalyon?"
Varian turned over and dismounted, squatted down to read the introduction on the base of the statue.
"Tear down! All tear down! Where are the statues of Lothar and Medivh ... oh, still."
Said, His Majesty the King looked back again, um. . . Fortunately, nothing happened to the statue of Titan Sarodar in the middle of the Valley of Heroes, where the old rogue still stands well.
"Your Majesty, the Countess Onyxia is very dissatisfied. Her private estate has been devastated and the seawater has been poured back. She is homeless at this moment. The Countess needs a group of craftsmen and repair teams. To restore the dragon form, sleep on the gate of Stormwind City. "
An aristocratic internal officer hurried over, wiped his sweat, and quickly conveyed Varian ’s demands and threats to Princess Black Dragon.
"That mother dragon! She doesn't want anything. Now she is short of staff. She will talk about her private manor later. Let her find a place to make up for a few days! Also, prohibit her from returning to the dragon form! Sleep on any gate or roof! Otherwise I'll cut her and you just tell her! "
King Varian immediately roared back, and the noble interior officer bowed hurriedly, mounted his horse, and ran towards the city.
After a while, a team of griffin cavalry suddenly took off and flew towards the storm stronghold.
"Her Majesty, Countess Onyxia, she did not listen, she still recovered the dragon form, she is now lying on top of the storm stronghold, and claims that when her manor is repaired, she will come down, Anduin His Royal Highness is persuading her. "
Poor noble interior officer ran back again.
"Ah, I hate dragons the most!" Varian turned over, but heard that Anduin was already shooting the black dragon princess in the mouth, so he turned down again.
"Your Majesty the King, there is ... A tower in the storm stronghold was broken by Onyxia, do you want to ..."
"Repair!"
"Understood, I immediately deployed my manpower to the storm stronghold ..."
"I'm talking about the manor of that mother dragon! Fix her and let her get out!"
Varian roared and interrupted the noble brother's words.
The human beings are busy with demolition and reconstruction. The dwarves of Ironforge did not cause any major confusion. Although the area suddenly expanded a lot, after all, the planning of Ironforge has always been the same, and there have been no major changes.
However, because the city area has expanded, the Three Hammer Council is making a lot of noise now ~ EbookFREE.me ~ desperately trying to fight for some extra vacant vacant land.
"We want to build a black iron forging furnace, we are not used to breaking your copper whiskers!"
"Fuck off without getting used to it, you group of black iron who grew up eating cinders!"
"We are also going to build a griffon lair. There are enough stoves in Ironforge. We have a wild hammer to draw out an area. We want to raise a griffon!"
"No! Dark Iron Forge!"
King Magni Bronzebeard is still sitting on the throne, his expression is calm, and he is simply too lazy to stop the loud noise of the lawmakers.
The black iron regent queen Moira sat on the side below the throne and closed her eyes to raise the baby. It seems that she also gave up this effort.
"This kind of quarrel will not end, right?"
"Yes, father, you just understand." Moira replied with her eyes closed.
Next door to the Ironforge, the gnomes' old nest Gnomeregan was a bit miserable.
"Asshole! Idiot! Gnomes in another timeline are mentally retarded! The leprosy plague hasn't been cleaned up yet! Quarantine! Quick quarantine! Immediately isolate all extra areas! Never let the plague spread!"
The big craftsman Mekkatorque jumped up and down, and the big wrench in his hand pounded the tin table in front of him.
Nomorrigan finally cleaned up. As a result, the timeline merged, and the leprosy plague appeared along with the extra areas, which messed up the entire city in an instant.
The gnome really didn't want to play the abandoned city again, and this time they decided to fight in the end.
The city is here!
Ok. . . The green escape route must be prepared first, just in case.