Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 266 Dragon King Gathering

  Charlemagne was very wary of the Bronze Dragon King in front of him. After all, his existence itself was a provocation to the guardian of time like the Bronze Dragon.

  Nozdormu's golden and emotionless eyes swept over Charlemagne, "You don't have to be so wary of me. Although your existence makes me very curious, I have no intention of eliminating your singularity."

  Nozdormu noticed Charlemagne when he first rose to war with the trolls, and he has been paying a lot of attention to Charlemagne since then.

  Charlemagne Theron in other normal timelines did not have the hundreds of years of dementia. He should have died in the ambush with his father Sigmar in the collusion of the troll and Dar'Khan.

  But now the main timeline of Azeroth has undergone considerable changes due to the appearance of Charlemagne, the singularity of time and space.

Anastrian and Dar'Khan, who were supposed to die in the Scourge War, both ended their fates ahead of schedule, and Quel'Thalas, and even the entire world, underwent some slight changes because of this. All brought by Charlemagne.

  Nozdormu even wanted to stay by his side to closely observe this singularity that gradually brought positive changes to Azeroth, but the increasingly fierce offensive of the Eternal Dragon prevented him from taking the time.

  In the end, he decided to send his most valued young bronze dragon, Kronom, to perform this task instead of himself, and to report on what Charlemagne had done when he returned to this timeline.

"For the time being, the changes you have brought to Azeroth are considered positive, and have even affected the development of some branch timelines. However, when you make too many moves, Kronom will show up to stop you. I hope you will To live in peace with her."

  Charlemagne breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the words of the Bronze Dragon King. As a stowaway, the most feared thing is this kind of local time manager. After all, he is just an ordinary person, and there is no big background like the Space-Time Administration behind him...

  After receiving Nozdormu's acknowledgment, Charlemagne finally felt at ease, and he also got a clue from the dragon king unexpectedly.

   "Your Majesty Nozdormu, are you saying that our timeline is the main timeline of Azeroth?"

   "That's right, that's why I let Kronom monitor you while preventing you from making some actions that may cause huge turmoil, so as not to cause irreparable damage to the multi-parallel world."

  Seeing that Charlemagne was going to continue to ask, Nozdormu raised his head and interrupted him at this moment, "You will have to figure out other questions by yourself in the future, and Kronom will also help you to a certain extent."

   "As for now... Malygos and Ysera have come."

"Forehead…"

  Charlemagne and his two female companions looked puzzled. They looked left and right but did not find the Blue Dragon King and Green Dragon Queen.

  But at this moment, a gentle and deep female voice suddenly came from the air, "I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still so sharp."

   Immediately, a somewhat irritable man's voice rang out almost at the same time, "Stop talking about old nonsense! Where's Neltharion? Where is that damned traitor?"

  Accompanied by the voices of the two, the shadows of two giant dragons suddenly appeared in the midair that was empty just now and quickly shrunk to the size of a normal person.

  Ysera's mortal form remained unchanged from last time, still with an ethereal and gentle smile, but there was a blue-haired high elf beside her at this time.

  Actually, this handsome man knew at first glance that he was not a real high elf, because... there is no hair of this color among high elves.

At least Charlemagne has never seen this kind of azure hair color like the sky in the years of living in Quel'Thalas. After all, the high elves of Quel'Thalas have been nourished by the sun well, and their hair color has always been golden and red. Mainly.

  Nozdormu's indifferent face finally showed a very shallow smile, "Long time no see, both of you, I am very pleased to see that you are still alive."

  Nozdormu's words are a bit intriguing. Ysera and Malygos are already used to this guy's sniper style, and have learned to selectively ignore his words.

  But Charlemagne heard the hidden meaning in the words of the Bronze Dragon King, "It seems that Nozdormu has already seen the ending of the two from the future timeline..."

It's no wonder that Nozdormu often maintains an indifferent attitude towards everything. After seeing all kinds of strange ways of death of his brothers and sisters and the many possibilities of Azeroth's destruction, he gradually began to lose sight of all kinds of things in this world. Interested.

   It was this mentality that to some extent gave birth to the birth of the Eternal Dragon King, which directly led to the demise of the Bronze Dragon King itself.

   "Huh! You guys still say some incomprehensible things as usual, let's get straight to the point, where are Neltharion and Alexstrasza?"

  Nozdormu was not angry at Malygos' unkind words, he pointed to the huge city gate in the distance.

   "Nesharion doesn't know yet, but Alexstrasza is in the depths of Grim Batol, and he should still be laying eggs under the torment of the orcs."

   "Tsk... Orcs, filthy creatures, how dare they attack the guardian dragon!"

  From the perspective of the three of Charlemagne, although Malygos seemed a little impatient at this time, his thinking mode was still orderly, at least he couldn't see the madness he remembered.

Ysera also looked at the wide city gate of Grim Batol, turned her head and said to Charlemagne, "According to the original plan, the three of you sneak into the city to find sister and Taran, and find a chance to kill the holding dragon Nekros of the soul releases them both."

Nozdormu took the words and said, "And the three of us are waiting outside for Deathwing's arrival. As soon as he appears, we will help you entangle him, but you'd better move faster, because you have lost part of your essence power." We're afraid we won't be able to stop him for long."

  Malygos showed a somewhat ferocious expression on his face, "I will do my best to kill that traitor. I finally caught his trace, so I can't let him go so easily!"

Immediately, the blue dragon king turned his head, and his blue dragon eyes looked Charlemagne up and down, with a playful smile on his face, "Are you the high elf that Kronom said? Interesting, this kind of The power of rules actually appears on a ranger."

  Charlemagne's heart moved, and he hurriedly asked, "Your Majesty Malygos, do you know what the power of rules I have mastered?"

  The corner of Malygos's mouth curled into a mocking smile, "Hmph! Of course I know, but I'm not obliged to tell you, and it's more profound to comprehend it by yourself than someone else's enlightenment. Work hard, kid!"

  Charlemagne was taken aback for a moment, and then sighed, "Well, it seems that I can only slowly understand it by myself. Please wait here for the three His Majesties, and we are about to leave."

   "It's too slow for you to go down the mountain like this, let me give you a ride!"

Malygos was a little impatient when he saw that the three were about to go down the mountain. He waved his hand, and a burst of arcane light enveloped the three of them, and soon sent them behind a boulder in front of the gate of Grim Batol. .

  The sudden change of the scene made the three of Charlemagne break out in a cold sweat. Charlemagne turned his head and took a deep look at the steep mountain behind him, ‘short-distance fixed-point transmission? As expected of the spellweaver Malygos...'

   Be careful when you get here. There are still several Dragonmaw orcs guarding the gate of Grim Batol. Charlemagne gestured to Alleria and Cirvanas, and the three of them entered the stealth state at the same time.

  'I'll go first, you follow. '

  Under the gaze of the three dragon kings, Charlemagne took the lead and sneaked into Grim Batol, bypassing the guards at the door.

  Ysera looked at the gate of the city expectantly, and muttered in her mouth, "May the Titans bless you for a smooth trip."