"So, have the prophets told you what will happen to this land in the future?" Jaina asked impatiently.
Aiden gave her a meaningful look: "It will be as I said before."
Jaina immediately envisioned a scene: the people of Lordaeron turning into mindless ghouls under a deadly plague, soldiers disintegrating before the tide of Scourge soldiers, and the majestic Lordaeron City choked with countless zombies on every street. And the man she loved, wielding the giant hammer blessed by the Holy Light, fighting until exhausted, to be swallowed by the sea of undead…
Just thinking about all this, she trembled: "We will definitely stop all this from happening!" But at this time, Jaina could not imagine that in the history yet to come, the man she loved did not fight to the death for his kingdom, but committed the sins of massacring cities, destroying nations, murdering kings, killing teachers, and reducing his own biological father to ashes, embarking on a path of complete inhumanity.
Rhonin realized that the topic was a bit heavy, so he brought up a topic he was interested in: "Aiden, I heard you say you are from the War College. Is that a school for training military talents?"
"Quite the opposite," Aiden shook his head with a smile, "That is a college specifically established to eliminate war, resolve disputes, and maintain peace."
Then he told Rohnin some things about Valoran, and also showed some unique products from Valoran, such as Demacian gold coins and rune books with magical power.
"What a magical world! A summoner system of solving disputes and War College? What a great idea! If I have the opportunity in the future, I must go and see it with my own eyes." Rhonin's green eyes revealed a deep yearning.
You probably won't have any chance…
Aiden thought to himself. According to the trajectory of history, Rhonin later married Vereesa, the beautiful and wealthy high elf, and became the master of Dalaran, reaching the peak of his life. Later, he went to support Theramore, which was attacked by the Horde Warchief Garrosh with the artifact Focusing Iris, and died to cover the retreat of Jaina and others, putting an end to his first half of life's title of "Undying Mage."
However, Aiden immediately thought that wasn't the reason he came to this world to change history? Which direction the future will go depends entirely on how much deviation he can make history now. Prince Arthas in this timeline and Rhonin in front of him may not be the same as in history.
In the afternoon, Antonidas found them with a dusty face and said bluntly: "I have confirmed that it is indeed Kel'Thuzad inside."
"Lord Uther and Prince Arthas have already gone to the Lordaeron Royal Court to report the news. The General is also coordinating warships and sea teams that can enter Darrowmere Lake." Dathrohan, who was next to the Archmage, looked at Aiden: "Aiden, the Silver Hand Knights are about to be mobilized, are you willing to help us?"
"That's exactly why I came," Aiden nodded affirmatively, "But I suggest you keep your actions as secret as possible. We don't know if there are any eyes and ears of the Cult of the Damned around us, you better find a suitable excuse to mobilize the Knights."
Dathrohan immediately understood: "You are right. Didn't we capture that orc named Eitrigg some time ago? We suspect that there are orcs near Andorhal who are trying to help him, and we must send members of the Knights to thoroughly investigate the area!"
Aiden's face was a little strange—because there really were orcs trying to help Eitrigg—although the old orc was completely unaware, their orc savior Thrall did have a plan to rescue him. If nothing goes wrong, it should be tomorrow's "storming the execution ground."
But now, because of Aiden's appearance, Eitrigg has been resentenced to temporary imprisonment. I wonder if Thrall will still take action tomorrow?
The Archmage nodded and said to Rhonin and Jaina: "We need to set up a magic circle around Caer Darrow to prevent teleportation. Rhonin, Jaina, let's set off now!" Then he turned to ask Aiden: "Aiden, are you going with us, or with the Knights?"
"Let's go together."
Before leaving, Aiden whispered to Dathrohan: "Your Excellency, I know something about the orc leader who is attacking the shelters everywhere now—that is, the orc named Thrall. The orc Eitrigg is a senior he has admired for a long time, you better strengthen your defenses and be careful of him bringing people to break into the prison."
"Break into the prison? If they dare to come to Stratholme, I will definitely make them come back without return." Dathrohan thought to himself, this is the headquarters of the Silver Hand Knights, not something that those scattered orcs can attack. However, he remembered what his subordinates had reported to him in private—this young man named Aiden came from another world—and had received guidance from a prophet, knowing some hidden secrets. He is not an arrogant person, it is always right to be cautious, especially at this critical moment.
However, Dathrohan thought of this young mage, no, summoner, who was still pleading for the orcs in Justice Hall this morning, why would he specifically remind him now? He did not hide his doubts and asked in public.
Aiden replied, "That was just a debating tactic for the courtroom. My sympathy lies only with Lord Tirion and the hermit Eitrigg, so I hope to exonerate them through my own efforts, not to sympathize with the entire orc race. What they are doing now is their own racial liberation, but that cannot conceal their heinous crimes against humans and other races. I also don't want them to become a threat to humanity again."
Dathrohan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Aiden, you are much more clear-headed than that fellow Fordring!"
Aiden naturally wouldn't tell him that if Thrall's rescue failed, the Heart of Valoran would be able to absorb more energy from the distorted timeline, which was his biggest goal.
Just as he stepped out of the Hall of Justice, Aiden saw someone rushing to greet him with a relieved expression. He offered a letter with both hands and said, "Hello, esteemed Aiden, I am Arden, the captain of Sir Tirion's personal guard. The Knight is extremely grateful for your assistance, but he has official duties and has already returned to Hearthglen ahead of time, unable to personally express his gratitude here. He entrusted me to deliver this letter to you and sincerely invites you to be a guest at Mardenholde!"
"I remember you," Aiden said with a smile, accepting the envelope. "I have something to do right now and need to accompany the Archmage on a trip. I will definitely visit when I have time!"
"Then I won't disturb you any further, farewell!"
Rhonin asked, "Aiden, can you ride a horse?"
"My mount is in the woods outside the city," Aiden replied.
A squad of cavalrymen escorted them outside the city. Aiden whistled, and a response echoed in the sky. His 'personal' gryphon descended from the sky and landed in front of its summoner.
Aiden affectionately patted the gryphon's head and turned back to say, "What do you think of my mount?"
"Impressive!" Rhonin laughed.
"I also have a companion monitoring Caer Darrow Keep. I'll go ahead. Where shall we meet?"
The Archmage said on his white horse, "Andorhal, let's meet in Andorhal!"
"Alright, I'll go first!" Then he jumped onto the gryphon's back and soared into the sky.
Flying was obviously several times faster than riding a horse. Aiden had plenty of time to pick up Kayle and then rush over there. The late autumn sun felt warm on his body, although the high-speed airflow wasn't very comfortable, it was generally okay.
As Aiden was lost in thought, he suddenly felt the sky darken, and chaotic air currents came from all directions, causing his clothes to flutter. Without the sunlight, his neck felt cold. The gryphon beneath him seemed to sense something as well, suddenly making anxious cries and swaying up and down in the sky. He quickly comforted it, "Be good, don't fly around—"
Then a muffled snort came from above him.
Above?
Aiden looked up and saw a huge white belly and two sharp claws with bronze scales. He moved his gaze and gradually saw the general outline of the creature flying overhead—
"Oh my gosh, this is, a dragon, a dragon… a dragon?"
He quickly determined that this was an adult Bronze Dragon.
"Did it come to cause trouble?" This was Aiden's first reaction.
Azeroth wasn't a place anyone could come and go as they pleased. When the Titans finished reshaping this world, they granted a portion of their divine power to the five Guardian Dragons. Among them, the Bronze Dragon Aspect Nozdormu obtained the ability to travel through time at will, so the Bronze Dragonflight became the guardians of time. And their mission was to protect Azeroth's timeline and ensure that history would not be tampered with.
For a transmigrator, this wasn't good news. Aiden was aware of this, so he had asked the old Time Lord Zilean in the Emerald Dream if changing history would attract the attention of the Bronze Dragonflight.
At that time, Zilean patted his chest and said, 'You don't have to worry about such things at all. Nothing will happen!'
"Could it be that Zilean is trying to trick me to get revenge for me tearing off three of his whiskers?" Aiden thought.
However, after flying for a while, the Bronze Dragon overhead still just followed him without taking any other measures. However, the dragon's might that was unintentionally emitted still made Aiden's gryphon feel very unnatural. He was very worried that if the Bronze Dragon overhead accidentally sneezed, it would scare the gryphon into falling from the sky—then he would be in trouble!
Therefore, after a while, he couldn't bear it any longer and shouted, "Hey, what exactly do you want!"
The Bronze Dragon coldly didn't answer.
Aiden had no choice but to order the gryphon to land, and the Bronze Dragon landed with it.
"Alright, now we can talk, right!" Aiden swallowed. This was because the dragon was too big! Its height didn't even reach the Bronze Dragon's knee—and for a dragon, the legs only accounted for less than one-fifth of its height.
The Bronze Dragon lowered its head, its narrow pupils curiously looking at him. Aiden remembered again that he had encountered a lizard in the Emerald Dream, not an ordinary lizard, its strength might not be weaker than Cenarius, who was a demigod. And that lizard chased him for a full seven hours…
It was truly an unbearable past. Aiden forced himself to shake off these wild thoughts.
"You are very interesting!" The Bronze Dragon made a deep, drum-like sound, then disappeared without a trace in a cloud of smoke.
Aiden looked around but couldn't find any trace of the dragon, feeling inexplicably confused: "Did it just leave like that? What the heck!"
Then a crisp small voice rang in his ear: "Hey, kid! Where are you looking!"