Chapter 1995 The Unfinished Timeline (Recommending My New Book "The God of American Comics")

This is an era when artifacts are everywhere!

To exaggerate, in any game where there is a giant enemy nest at the level of a team copy, you might be able to drop an artifact if you kill a pig.

Of course, that's just a superficial thing. To truly exert the effect of the artifact, a series of charging tasks must be performed.

An artifact that has not been charged and has the power of glyphs is just a pile of scrap metal. At most, it looks good.

Well... But to Xianyu, even if it's a useless artifact, it's still an artifact.

You can take it back and brag about it for a lifetime, and pass it on to your children and grandchildren as a family heirloom!

"Your grandfather and I! There were a lot of artifacts back then. You see, the door panel of our door is made of the artifact tower shield..."

An artifact is the ultimate glory of an era and the greatest symbol of an era.

Some people may say, if the artifact is bad, is it still an artifact?

Duke wanted to say: "Yes! Even if it is ruined, the artifact is still an artifact."

Without these artifacts, the mortals of Azeroth would not have the strength to contend with the hundreds of millions of demons, especially the elite demons among them.

As an ordinary devil, Duke relied on climbing the technology tree in the league and used various mass-produced black technology creations to eliminate this disadvantage.

But in the world of Azeroth, high-level mysteries always crush low-level mysteries.

Without enough energy intensity, normal attacks are useless against high-level demons.

This is no damage in the true sense, not even 1 point of forced blood deduction in the game.

Perhaps after this final battle, most of the temporarily created artifacts will lose their power and become mere mortal iron.

It is precisely with this batch of timely rain-like artifacts that mortals have the possibility to defeat the terrifying Burning Legion.

Algalon is gone, and the war involving the entire world of Azeroth is just about to begin.

Witnessing and hearing the news of the Legion's return made the leaders of various countries nervous to the extreme.

After returning, without any surprise, the Throne Council passed the motion for war mobilization.

Sally's voice once again sounded in every communication channel throughout the alliance: "Emergency report! Emergency report! Just fifteen minutes ago, the leaders of the alliance received the exact message from the Pantheon. The Burning Legion will be launched in 360 days. Storm is coming to Azeroth. The Throne Council passed an emergency motion and the entire Alliance immediately entered a state of first-level combat readiness."

"Effective immediately, all trade in grain, brewing and alcoholic beverages are prohibited within the Union."

"The military factory immediately adjusted its production plan and started working in three shifts 24 hours a day within three days."

"..."

The final battle has finally come.

Everyone already knows enough about the news about Legion, and it is even said that the Alliance people have been waiting for this day for too long.

When the news was confirmed, many people felt not panic, but a sense of relief.

If it succeeds, the race will continue to multiply, not to mention eternal life, but at least without worries for a hundred years.

If you fail, the world will be destroyed and everyone will be dead.

There were no passionate slogans, only calm crowds began to rush to various barracks and factories in an orderly manner. Even if they are not on duty, everyone still wants to know the next arrangements.

In the last peaceful days, the Alliance spent 35 years in the stormy Dark Portal.

Dark Portal April 1, 2036, was a somewhat funny day for Duke.

Duke suddenly felt something.

Almost at the same time, Nozdormu's telepathic message came: "Duke, did you sense it?"

"Um."

"My strength is okay..."

"No, it's better to block it than to block it. You can't defend it for thousands of years. There will always be a time when you are weak or a mortal shows his flaws. Rather than knowing clearly that it is scabies and pretending that you can't see it, it is better to bear the pain and deal with it once and for all. After all, it is a wound. Whether it becomes a fatal injury and dies, or whether it is completely cured by cutting off the rotten flesh, all depends on our efforts and luck."

The intelligent races in this world are not creations of Titans after all.

Strictly speaking, the Titan creations are indeed perfect, and they can perform their duties consistently for thousands of years. You won't feel tired or feel any discomfort.

Because in their thinking model, there is no option of 'freedom' at all, and even the way of thinking is fixed.

Not so with mortals.

‘Freedom’ gives the mortal intelligent races all kinds of wild ideas and magical creativity, while also stripping away their stability.

It’s like the story of ‘The Boy Who Cried Wolf’, with one and a half stern warnings to wake them up. But as time goes by, they will unknowingly become lazy.

To allow the entire alliance to operate efficiently, everyone must work together and persist in ten years of high-intensity work and preparation, which is already quite the limit.

Frankly speaking, if the Burning Legion never comes again, the tight string in the people's hearts will either be broken or secretly relaxed by themselves.

Now, it can be said to be just fine.

Duke once didn't know how the Burning Legion would come to Azeroth.

According to the original history, Gul'dan in the parallel world of [Kings of Draenor] was still alive and kicking, and then he crossed time and space and rolled from the magically modified Draenor to Azeroth, opening up the long-standing secret... Ancient portal.

That was clearly the portal opened in the War of the Ancients.

Here comes the problem. Gul'dan in this main timeline has long since died. His head was chopped off and hollowed out, and was used as a magic weapon [Gul'dan's Skull] by Ner'zhul. Not long after, Ner'zhul gave Duke a kick that sent Ner'zhul flying to Draenor, blowing up Draenor.

Miraculously, this thing blew up most of Draenor, but under the protection of Kil'jaeden's power, nothing happened to this magical weapon.

Later it fell into Illidan's hands.

[The Skull of Gul'dan] was captured after Illidan's defeat, and fell into the hands of someone named Du. Duke threw it directly to the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, and let Alonsus Fao and others seal it for a long time.

After unifying the four elemental realms, Duke was worried that this thing would become a disaster, so he directly destroyed the skull with the ultimate flame of the Fire Land.

Well now, the void is broken, and the person who steps out of the portal is a Goudan again, oh, Gul'dan!

Just stepping out of the turbulence of time and space, Gul'dan's nerves were in a state of confusion and he failed to notice Nozdormu and Duke's prying eyes at the first time.

Duke asked Nozdormu, "Where did this guy come from?"

Nozdormu's voice sounded like a whisper: "This Gul'dan comes from a world in a parallel timeline that I don't know about. Hell, I feel the power of the 'fallen me' in him."

When Duke heard this, he almost bit off his tongue.

right! Duke and Queen Xi traveled through time and space, unifying almost all the timelines that Azeroth spread out. This is almost, but does not include the timeline in which Nozdormu became the Eternal Dragon King of Destruction after his fall.

Obviously, the corrupted Nozdormu in the future tricked Azeroth.

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