Chronosphere

When the power of time began to aid the heroes around Aiden, the situation on the field instantly reversed.

Kayle easily escaped Arthas's attack range.

She summoned the blessing of holy power, instantly healing her injuries, and when she returned to the battlefield, her speed alone was enough to completely suppress Arthas.

Meanwhile, Blitzcrank calculated the most suitable angle, effortlessly extending his mechanical rocket grab, hooking Gladiator Thaurissan from mid-air, and with another uppercut, his iron fist heavily struck Thaurissan's chin, sending him flying.

Almost simultaneously, Veigar, the Evil Minion, threw a ball of dark blue energy, hitting the defenseless Thaurissan, the violent energy blasting a terrifying hole in his chest.

Upon landing, the Orc warrior was already a corpse.

Mograine seized the opportunity even more, leaping forward suddenly, holding the Ashbringer, burning with holy fire, in both hands, shouting as he slashed down at his fallen self.

Death Knight Mograine raised the corrupted Ashbringer, attempting to block, but the result was predetermined—the sword broke, and the person died!

Mograine completed the redemption of "himself" before falling.

Sejuani also achieved her own result with the help of her comrades.

Ashe struck Ragglesh's arm with an enchanted crystal arrow, crippling the gladiator's left hand, making it unable to even hold his sword.

Sejuani immediately seized the opportunity, throwing out her Glacial Prison again, binding the human warrior, and then charging forward to smash his skull with her flail.

She gave Ashe a somewhat stiff smile.

In the Freljord, the two of them were not good friends.

Being able to smile at each other was Sejuani's greatest concession.

What had happened to the Scourge's heroes before Aiden reversed time was now happening to them.

Nozdormu saw this scene and roared in fury, "Do you think this is the end? I can have as many helpers like this as I want! I am the Aspect of Time! Anyone from any timeline can be at my beck and call!"

He created another golden portal, exactly the same as the one he used to summon others before!

This madman!

Aiden was both angry and furious.

"Nozdormu, you're really crazy! Look at what you're doing now! Don't you know that you are the one destroying the timeline!" he shouted sternly.

He couldn't allow the mad Bronze Dragon to continue running amok like this!

Aiden amplified his speed to the maximum.

The wind made him incomparably light, time made him incomparably fast, and holy power made him incomparably mighty!

He saw someone else crossing the portal into this world—it was Rhonin!

He had already recognized the other party from his signature red hair.

He leaped high, the silver-white Judgment holy flame blazing, rushing towards the Bronze Dragon like a flying arrow, taking advantage of Nozdormu's spellcasting to maintain the portal, and stabbed his sword towards the other party's throat!

"Roar!"

The Bronze Dragon Aspect only had time to tilt his head, and the sword directly grazed his neck.

Although it didn't pierce his throat, it tore open the scales on his neck, severing an artery.

Blood spurted from the wound like a fountain.

Mixed in with it were some golden sands—the divine power that the Father of the Titans, Aman'Thul, had bestowed upon Nozdormu to control time!

Divine power that, once lost, could never be recovered!

Aiden landed using the force of the rebound, right next to the golden portal.

He stretched out his foot and kicked fiercely, kicking Rhonin, who had almost completely stepped out of the portal, back in.

'Hopefully, this guy won't fall.'

Then he grasped the Scepter of Time, inserted the head of the staff into the portal, and catalyzed the power of the Philosopher's Stone to quickly disintegrate the portal.

Having completed this task, he finally had time to breathe a sigh of relief.

On the main battlefield, the Alliance side had already gained an absolute advantage.

Although the flow of time had returned to normal, when he slowed down the Scourge heroes, Slave Thaurissan, Fallen Mograine, Gladiator Ragglesh, and Deathbringer Saurfang all died one after another.

Varok Saurfang personally killed his son from another timeline who had become a Death Knight.

His heart was very heavy.

Taking advantage of the fact that the battle had not spread to this place, he leaned on the axe handle and knelt on one knee beside this "Deathbringer" who looked exactly like his current son, and remained silent for a while, then whispered, "My son will not go down the same path!"

The battle continued.

The white-haired Jaina, Kael'thas, the Banshee Queen Sylvanas, Arthas, Kel'Thuzad, as well as Broxigar and Dar'Khan, who were originally from this world, struggled to hold on.

Each of them faced more than two enemies, and they were about to collapse.

The Alliance was about to achieve victory!

Aiden looked at the Bronze Dragon with the eyes of a victor, "Nozdormu, I told you, you won't succeed!"

Nozdormu stared at this insignificant human in his eyes, this destroyer of time, with incomparable hatred, and said in a resentful voice, "I also said that I am the Guardian blessed by the Titans!"

His wound was still bleeding profusely, but he ignored it completely, instead gripping the Hourglass of Time tightly and spitting out a golden dragon breath.

Aiden hurriedly dodged, and the dragon breath also forced back the heroes on his side.

This destructive power separated the people on both sides again.

The corpses on the ground were almost instantly turned to ashes by the dragon breath.

Seeing this scene, Saurfang and Mograine both felt a sense of relief.

They really didn't know how to face the corpses of "themselves" or "their sons."

Perhaps this was the best ending for them!

"I admit, I underestimated you," Nozdormu stared at Aiden after his dragon breath finished, "But not anymore."

An ominous premonition rose in Aiden's heart.

The other party seemed to be about to do something particularly dangerous—but he saw Arthas suddenly raise Frostmourne high, and slash the eternally unmelting ice on the Frozen Throne with his sword.

Just as he had done when he came here in history.

Frostmourne completely shattered the ice, which was harder than diamonds, and a helmet with a huge sapphire inlaid in the forehead fell from the broken ice.

It was exactly the same as the one on Arthas's head!

This was the Helm of Domination, the place where the Lich King Ner'zhul's power and spirit resided.

The person who wore it would merge with Ner'zhul and become the master of the Scourge in this world!

"Dar'Khan, come, embrace your new destiny!" Arthas held the helmet and walked towards the other party.

Dar'Khan couldn't believe it.

He knew what this helmet represented—that was all the power of the Lich King!

Wearing it, he would become one of the most powerful people in Azeroth!

He craved power, craved eternal life, but now he had obtained even more, far beyond his imagination!

If he were still alive, he would definitely be so excited that his heart would almost jump out.

Even as a Lich, he still felt that his spirit had fallen into a huge sense of satisfaction.

"Stop him!" Aiden shouted immediately.

This helmet had not been attacked by the Eye of Sargeras, and the power of Ner'zhul attached to it had naturally not been lost.

Arthas, who had obtained Ner'zhul's incomplete power, was already so powerful, so who knew what kind of monster Dar'Khan would create after merging with the complete Ner'zhul?

"No one can stop it!" Nozdormu blocked the steps.

His eyes were extremely crazed, and his actions were even more crazed—he shattered the Hourglass of Time, and countless Sands of Time, guided by his will, wrapped around Aiden and all the Valoran heroes around him.

The Sands of Time emitted a pulling force ten times stronger than before when they were bound by the threads of causality, trying to banish them from this world!

"This is your end! No one can stop it!" Nozdormu roared madly.

"What do we do?" Vereesa asked anxiously.

Only the four Azeroth heroes were not bound by the Sands of Time, but what could they do with just them?

"Kill this dragon!" Saurfang was full of murderous intent.

He had just killed his son, Dranosh, from another timeline with his axe.

All of this was caused by Nozdormu's recklessness!

The anger in his heart was burning fiercely.

Whether out of morality, friendship, or personal feelings, he only wanted to kill the mad Bronze Dragon in front of him at this moment!

"Agreed!" Rhonin took a deep breath and stood up.

Nozdormu's performance completely reversed his inherent impression of dragons—there were those who were close to humans like Krasus and Alexstrasza, there were those who harbored ulterior motives like Deathwing, there were those who were indiscriminate like Malygos, and there were those who were mad and ignorant like Nozdormu.

Paladin Mograine also stepped forward to join them.

Now that the Frozen Throne had been shattered and the power imprisoning Icecrown Citadel had been released, now was the time for them to leave if they wanted to.

But no one chose to leave.

They charged towards Nozdormu together, hoping to stop him, or even kill him!

Aiden was bound by the power of the Sands of Time. He knew this was a physical manifestation of the power of time, like the countless golden sands in the imagined River of Time.

That was the power of karma, the power of time, and also the power of space.

He wanted to break free from this restraint, but after trying all methods, he failed. This was the power from Aman'Thul, the Father of the Gods, and no one could contend against it.

When Aiden realized this, he stopped the meaningless struggle and instead used another method to resist—he laboriously raised the Staff of Time, urging the power of the Keystone, causing all the Sands of Time entangled around the other Valoran heroes to fly towards him.

His whole body was surrounded by the Sands of Time, and that unparalleled power tore at his body, wanting to banish him from this world.

Through the Sands of Time, he looked at the others, trying to remember the expressions on everyone's faces at this moment, and finally fixed his gaze on Kayle, who had followed him the longest, forcing a smile:

"Goodbye!"

Then he was banished from this world by the power of time!

"Commander!"

"No!"

"Aiden!"

These were the last sounds he heard in this world. Did they seem to come from Kayle? There had never been such panic in her voice before.

When the heroes of Valoran saw Aiden decide to sacrifice himself to save them, everyone was outraged!

It was all because of this bronze dragon!

Kayle glared at Nozdormu. She remembered the last time she lost control of her emotions—it was when her sister, Morgana, betrayed her.

Clearly, she had more than six years left on her contract. Clearly, she had decided to stay by the Commander's side until he no longer needed her protection. But she had failed to fulfill her duty as a protector and was instead protected by Aiden.

It was all because she was too weak.

'I accept your power!' Kayle instantly sensed the response from the Naaru, the holy light beings from another dimension. Immense holy light power descended from the sky, making the entire Icecrown Glacier as bright as if ten suns were hanging in the sky. The Scourge, who were originally furious and wanted to rush up to protect their master, trembled under the light of this holy light, hiding back into the shadows. Those who continued to stay outside were scorched by the dissipated energy until they turned to ashes.

Power returned to Kayle's body. Although it was still far less powerful than it was in the Eternal Kingdom, it was enough to cope with the current predicament!

Her Righteous Blade burned fiercely, like the anger in her heart.

Angel Pamyel also completed her transformation in an instant. Feeling the newborn power in her body, she was absolutely certain that when facing Arthas again, her sword would no longer be broken!

"Meet your judgment!" Kayle's voice was as cold as ice, but the anger in her eyes was as hot as the sun. She flapped her wings, appearing almost instantly in front of Nozdormu, and plunged her Righteous Blade directly into Nozdormu's chest and abdomen, where Aiden had inflicted the first wound on Nozdormu.

Nozdormu was fighting against Rhonin and the others and didn't even have time to defend against the angel's sudden attack. He let out a deafening scream and stretched out his claws to smash the angel, but she left before the attack arrived.

Slow Time!

The bronze dragon used the same trick again. But Kayle's speed only decreased slightly, but this was still enough to bully this clumsy Dragon Aspect.

Severely wounded, Nozdormu endured the pain, violently swung his dragon tail to force back Thrall and the others, and flapped his wings to fly into the sky. He accelerated with all his strength. Although the mission of clearing all invaders from other dimensions was not completed, the culprit was no longer present. The rest could be solved sooner or later.

He decided to retreat temporarily.

But Kayle was not prepared to give up the pursuit. She caught up at an even faster speed, launching a second attack. The target of this sword was Nozdormu's neck, still on the wound Aiden had inflicted. Holy flames erupted, and although Nozdormu desperately tried to dodge, he was still hit. The wound on the side of his neck, which had already scabbed over, reopened, and the injury was even more severe than before—his throat was cut. He found that he could no longer breathe, and he couldn't even scream.

He was incomparably terrified, incomparably painful, and incomparably desperate, almost unable to flap his wings, his huge body tumbling in the air. He had foreseen his death—but not in such a scenario!

He heard Kayle's incomparably indifferent voice above him: "Your time has come."

The angel rushed towards the falling Nozdormu like a golden lightning bolt. The third sword, attacking the brain—Nozdormu's head!

But just as her sword was about to pierce Nozdormu's head, time was artificially stopped again. The bronze dragon Chromie appeared. She was still in the form of a gnome and said to Kayle, who was frozen but still able to think: "I am very sorry for what Nozdormu has done. But I must save him. Your friend is in some trouble, hurry back!"

After she finished speaking, she landed on the ground, opened a portal, and dragged away the bronze Dragon Aspect, who had fallen to the ground unconscious. Then time returned to normal.

At this time, on the Frozen Throne, another great battle began. Without the obstruction of the bronze dragon, both sides were fighting entirely on their own strength. The Scourge temporarily had a qualitative advantage—they now had two Lich Kings, Dar'Khan and Arthas.

The Alliance, on the other hand, had a numerical advantage. Even without Aiden and Kayle, they still had a full seventeen people, while the other side had only seven.

Not long after the start of the battle, the Alliance immediately achieved a victory—the lurking Rek'Sai successfully ambushed Jaina. After being ambushed, she was immediately frozen by Lissandra, completely losing her combat power.

The Scourge, who had originally been able to draw with the Alliance by relying on their qualitative advantage, immediately fell into a bitter battle. But soon their reinforcements arrived—Tichondrius arrived here with his dreadlords. The cunning Tichondrius finally saw the hope of victory for the Scourge and naturally would no longer watch from afar.

The addition of these demons instantly reversed the situation on the field again—the Alliance instead fell into a bitter battle.

Karthus could only barely resist the new Lich King Dar'Khan, and even needed the help of Thresh and Veigar; Pamyel and Mograine joined forces to fight Arthas. The dreadlords ambushed everywhere, making them miserable.

This was the scene Kayle saw when she returned.

She immediately joined the battlefield, forcing back the dreadlord Varimathras, who was chasing Miss Fortune, with a single sword.

"We must leave immediately!" Kassadin reminded while fighting the blood elf prince. In the distance, two floating fortresses were flying towards here, and all of them were loaded with Scourge soldiers. If they delayed, they would definitely be at a disadvantage.

"Let them go." The Lich King Arthas ordered the Scourge heroes to stop attacking and slowly retreated.

"Why?" Broxigar expressed his dissatisfaction, "I want to kill them all!" Although the other party was also a Lich King, Broxigar was loyal to the Lich King of this world, Dar'Khan, not the outsider Arthas.

"Listen to him!" Dar'Khan ordered. He knew that his power might be about the same as Arthas, but the other party gave him the opportunity to become the Lich King, which made him grateful. He was now both Dar'Khan and Ner'zhul, while Arthas was another Ner'zhul. Half of their bodies were the same, so they naturally had to work together.

The Alliance heroes also slowly retreated. Kassadin opened the Void Gate, allowing them to retreat one by one. Rhonin was one of the last two to leave. He saw the frozen Jaina nearby, and a question flashed in his mind: Why were she and the other non-Scourge heroes also summoned by Nozdormu and helped him?

Rhonin wanted to get this answer, so he quickly took action and used magic to send the white-haired Jaina into the portal together. Then he disappeared with Kassadin.

When the Scourge heroes saw this scene, they were immediately furious. They all turned to Arthas, waiting for him to order the pursuit.

"Never mind her, she has no more value." Arthas waved his hand to stop them, and then looked at his most loyal subordinate, Kel'Thuzad, "Now, we have more important things to do—welcome the arrival of the Burning Legion!"

"Yes!"

The Scourge heroes were greatly encouraged.

The blood elf prince Kael'thas was no exception, because he had now pledged allegiance to the demon lord Kil'jaeden, working together with the Scourge heroes next to him, serving the same master.

Kel'Thuzad took out a magic book.