Intervention

Chromie appeared in the second year after the opening of the Dark Portal.

In this world, Thrall's father, Durotan, chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan, was exiled for opposing Gul'dan's plans, and his entire clan migrated to the Alterac Mountains of Lordaeron.

This was during the height of the First Orcish Invasion War.

However, the flames of war had not yet spread to the entire Eastern Kingdoms; at this time, only the most powerful human nation, the Kingdom of Azeroth, was fighting the Horde alone.

Durotan and his wife, Draka, carrying their newborn son, visited their friend Orgrim Doomhammer to expose the true faces of the Shadow Council and Gul'dan.

Then, on their way back, the couple was assassinated, and only the months-old Thrall was found by a passing Lordaeron noble officer named Aedelas Blackmoore.

Seeing the young Thrall, he had a peculiar idea—to raise him, use him to control the orcs, and then overthrow the rule of Lordaeron, so that Blackmoore could also try the king's throne!

According to the normal course of history, he indeed cultivated an unparalleled genius orc leader.

But in this timeline, the orc child he picked up and named "Thrall" starved to death in just a few days because he refused to eat or drink.

Thrall was out of the question.

To realize his ambition of becoming the king of the second largest human nation from an ordinary lieutenant, Lieutenant Blackmoore had to embark on a path of self-improvement.

In these few years, he fully explored his potential, painstakingly honed his combat skills, trained his servants into elite troops, and exhausted his family fortune to train a mercenary army in the same way, turning them into a private army absolutely loyal to him.

Now, time has reached the sixth year after the opening of the Dark Portal.

The once most powerful human nation, the Kingdom of Azeroth, has been destroyed by the Horde, and the Kingdom of Lordaeron has become the leader of the seven kingdoms.

Under the leadership of Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer, the green tide of the entire Horde began to sweep across the world.

The humans, dwarves, gnomes, and elves of the Eastern Kingdoms had to unite to form a great alliance to contend with the Horde's forces!

However, with Gul'dan's betrayal, the originally unstoppable Horde army gradually showed signs of decline.

Warchief Orgrim and his Horde army had been driven out of the continent of Lordaeron and chased all the way to Blackrock Spire by the Alliance army.

Now they had nowhere to retreat.

Aiden arrived in this world by traversing the timeline at this time.

Four years ago, when Chromie came to this world, she didn't do anything to interfere with the historical process, but history gradually deviated greatly after the death of the infant Thrall.

No one could have imagined that the death of an infant could make history unrecognizable in a short period of time.

Aiden didn't know that all this was caused by the butterfly effect of Chromie's arrival, he didn't even know that Chromie had been to this world a few years ago.

After arriving here, he adhered to his duty as a "historical observer", not doing anything that might change this world, but witnessing the Battle of Blackrock Spire as an observer.

By the way, he waited for Nozdormu, who was lost in the infinite timeline, to take the initiative to find him.

This was a famous battle in Azeroth's history—Anduin Lothar died at the hands of Orgrim in this battle because his sword was broken by the Doomhammer, and then Turalyon picked up the broken sword, upheld Lothar's legacy, led the Alliance army to defeat Orgrim and his Horde army, and captured Warchief Orgrim.

Aiden certainly couldn't miss such a classic battle.

Having experienced more than a dozen timelines, observing these historical events was one of the few pleasures he could enjoy.

As for contacting the bronze dragon of this world—it wouldn't be too late to contact them after watching this war.

As soon as Aiden landed, he found that the Time Amulet Chromie gave him was completely shattered.

He wasn't as overwhelmed as Chromie had imagined, because Chromie had already told him what to do in this situation.

Just find the Caverns of Time!

He just complained about the quality of this thing.

In fact, this amulet had already shattered when he entered the Gate of Time—the power of the hourglass destroyed it.

That's why Chromie was stunned when Anachronos attacked.

Aiden's perspective had been following Lord Lothar: this man was not as mighty and extraordinary as he had imagined.

He was very strong, his muscles completely propping up the armor on his body, but his face was very thin, looking weathered and full of traces of war.

His beard was like withered grass, as sparse and gray as his hair.

Even if his body was strong, this great warrior was already old.

Most of his hair had fallen out, and his hairline had receded to the back of his head, revealing a shiny bald spot and a wide forehead.

In any case, he was over fifty years old.

As the sole heir of the noble Arathi bloodline, he had not married, had no children, and had no selfish desires, dedicating his life selflessly to his country.

Now the moment of ending all suffering had arrived, and today he would completely avenge the destroyed Kingdom of Azeroth, and avenge this world that was wailing under the ravages of the orcs!

"Turalyon," Lothar called out the name of his adjutant.

"At your command, Grand Marshal!" Turalyon looked up at this elderly warrior, the hero he admired most in his life, willing to go through fire and water for him.

"This is my last battle.

If… I mean if something unexpected happens to me, you know what to do, right?" Lothar looked at Turalyon.

The young paladin widened his eyes and blurted out: "No, impossible, nothing unexpected will happen to you!

I will protect you with my life!"

Lothar laughed heartily when he saw Turalyon's face turning red: "Good job, Turalyon, I'm just saying."

Although he said that, there was a trace of gloom in Lothar's heart.

He knew that he shouldn't show such emotions on such an occasion, but he still couldn't help but think of that matter.

"If I die, you must take over the command immediately, understand, Turalyon?" Lothar put away his smile and looked seriously at this paladin he admired very much, speaking in a commanding tone.

"Yes, Grand Marshal!" Turalyon replied in a standard military tone, and then he said solemnly and earnestly, "I will always be by your side, anyone who wants to kill you must step over my corpse first!"

Lothar patted Turalyon's shoulder with satisfaction, then leaned close to him and said in a low voice: "Be careful of Aedelas Blackmoore, I think he has some… not very good plots.

Of course, it's best if these are just my illusions caused by being nervous.

I don't want my intuition to be right.

But you must remember my words, understand, Turalyon?"

"I know, Marshal Lothar!"

Aiden was originally hiding in the barrier of time, observing here, but after hearing Anduin Lothar's words, he felt a little strange.

Blackmoore?

Why would this person be worth Lord Lothar's special reminder?

Could it be…

A bad feeling arose in his heart.

Could this be the timeline where Blackmoore became self-reliant, put on the protagonist template, and became king step by step from an officer?

Aiden immediately wanted to verify it.

But no need, because at this time a gryphon rider landed and ran over in a panic, reporting to Lord Lothar breathlessly: "Grand Marshal, General Blackmoore intercepted the orc warchief who wanted to lead elite troops to raid our rear, and they have already started fighting over there!"

"What!"

Lothar, Turalyon, and Aiden exclaimed at the same time.

Aiden could be sure that this was definitely the timeline where Blackmoore would gradually become the King of Lordaeron!

If he destroys his plan now, or even kills him directly… Aiden couldn't help but have such thoughts in his mind, and then it took root in his heart like wildly growing weeds.

The only reason he hesitated was because Chromie had repeatedly warned him: when time traveling, absolutely, absolutely do not change history!

Should he do this?

On one side was Chromie's stern warning, and on the other side was the historical event that would bring great trouble to their timeline in the future, Blackmoore's imminent rise.

Aiden struggled inwardly.

He thought: If he killed Blackmoore now, wouldn't Blackmoore disappear from his timeline, preventing him from causing trouble, and wouldn't the Infinite Dragonflight lose such an agent forever?

He hadn't made a decision yet, but he was already rushing to the battlefield where Blackmoore was fighting Orgrimmar at top speed. He wanted to take a look first, and then make a decision.

At this moment, on the other side of Blackrock Mountain, Blackmoore's elite troops were already engaged with the elite Orcs led by Orgrimmar.

No one can deny Blackmoore's ability to train troops. Generally speaking, when humans fight Orcs, they need at least twice the number to be evenly matched. Even well-equipped human troops facing Orcish troops with simple armor usually need to outnumber them.

However, Blackmoore's two thousand or so subordinates were fighting almost the same number of elite Orcs without losing ground, and even had the upper hand due to their tacit cooperation, surpassing these most elite Horde warriors!

This group of soldiers had complete formations and high morale, and had already gained the upper hand in this battle. This was not only because they were elite enough, but also because of their commander—General Aedelas Blackmoore. This commander, who had risen from lieutenant to general in a few years through repeated meritorious service, was also suppressing the most valiant Orcish Warchief—Orgrim Doomhammer—in a one-on-one duel!

This was a one-on-one duel.

Aedelas was just an ordinary noble baron in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, but his strategic vision was very keen throughout the Alliance, and he was also one of the most valiant and skilled generals in the Alliance.

Four years ago, the flames of the Orcs' first invasion had only affected the Kingdom of Azeroth, and had not even gained a clear advantage. Only a small group of exiled Frostwolf Clan Orcs wandered to the continent of Lordaeron, hiding in the mountains of Alterac.

But at this time, Aedelas firmly believed that the Orcs would inevitably become a major threat to humans in the future. To this end, he almost sold all his family property to hire soldiers and train them into absolutely elite troops.

The behavior of this noble baron was ridiculed and despised by other nobles. They felt that Aedelas was squandering his family fortune, and the hereditary glory of the Blackmoore family would be cut off in his hands. The topic of this lieutenant continued for a whole year in the noble circles of Lordaeron, and everyone laughed at him when they talked about him, saying he had "delusions."

Such ridicule was not without reason—because the Kingdom of Azeroth in the south was the leader of the seven human kingdoms. It was powerful and vast. How could those wandering green-skinned Orcs break through this country, or even threaten the entire human race?

A year later, Aedelas had made some achievements in training soldiers. He spent another two years amidst everyone's ridicule and doubts. All his family property and savings were almost exhausted. If the flames of war did not spread to the continent of Lordaeron, he would even have to consider disbanding these elite soldiers or taking them to the Kingdom of Azeroth in the south to fight for the other side as mercenaries—which would definitely ruin his reputation. Because mercenaries were just a group of lowly warriors who exchanged their lives for money, and no nobleman would do this, not even formal knights would bother to earn such money.

And just at this time, hundreds of ships from the southern continent of Azeroth landed in Southshore in the Hillsbrad Foothills. Regent Lord Anduin Lothar of the Kingdom of Azeroth took the young King Varian Wrynn to the Lordaeron court, bringing a shocking message—the Orcs had broken through Stormwind City, and the Kingdom of Azeroth had been destroyed!

Those hundreds of ships were the only survivors under the Orcs' abuse and slaughter.

The First Orcish War, which lasted for more than three years, ended with the victory of the Orcs.

The once powerful First Kingdom was destroyed by the green-skinned Orcs that all the humans on the continent of Lordaeron had previously ignored!

Only then did people realize how ignorant they were. In comparison, Aedelas Blackmoore was so far-sighted.

With the outbreak of the Second War and the formation of the Alliance, Aedelas and his soldiers began to shine in this war. In just half a year, he had completed the transition from lieutenant to general, and even faintly had the momentum to become the number one figure in the Lordaeron kingdom's military. Because no one in the entire kingdom of Lordaeron was more capable of fighting than him. His glorious record even made the Alliance's supreme commander, Anduin Lothar, look at him with admiration.

This should have been a good thing, but Sir Lothar's fifty years of life experience told him that Aedelas would not only be satisfied with becoming a general. There was greater ambition in his eyes.

This fair duel between powerhouses continued.

Aedelas roared, holding the hilt of his sword with both hands, and swung his sword at Orgrimmar. The huge sword carried the roar of tearing the air, casting a shadow in the heart of Orgrimmar, the Orc hero.

"Clang!" Sparks flew where the sword and hammer struck. Orgrimmar took two steps back before regaining his footing. The enormous force from the hammer handle almost numbed his hand.

The strength of the Orcs should have been stronger than that of humans, but this was not absolute. Orgrimmar himself was one of the strongest warriors among the Orcs, but he was also sure that he could not freely wield the great sword in Aedelas's hand—it was definitely a solid, super-heavy weapon weighing over two hundred kilograms. Even ogres probably couldn't wield it freely.

But in Aedelas's hands, it was so nimble, so fierce and overbearing.

Aedelas repelled his opponent, stepped forward, stared and roared: "Come on, Orc! I have been waiting for this day for four years! Today is the time for your head to achieve my great cause! Orgrimmar, you are doomed to die today!"

He held the great sword he named "Fleshrender" and swung it at the Orcish Warchief again.

Orgrimmar spat fiercely. The suppressed predicament stimulated the rage in his heart even more. The demon blood burned fiercely in his body, his eyes bloomed with bloodthirsty red light, and his whole body began to be congested.

"You are the one who will die!" Orgrimmar roared. The demon blood provided him with great strength and unparalleled courage. Now he had no intention of defending, only attacking—attacking constantly!

"Lok'tar ogar!" Orgrimmar raised the Doomhammer and strode towards Aedelas.

The outcome between the two would soon be revealed.

Aiden arrived at the battlefield at this time. He glanced at the duel between Aedelas and Orgrimmar. As an observer, he could see at a glance that if there was no external intervention, Orgrimmar would definitely be the loser.

The legendary weapon Doomhammer had no advantage against Fleshrender;

Orgrimmar was strong, but not as strong as Aedelas, who was thinner than him;

The two had comparable combat skills. In fact, in this kind of competition that almost entirely relied on brute force, the role that skills could play was very limited. Even if the armor had a slight advantage, if it was hit by the huge Fleshrender, Orgrimmar would be split in half even if he wore a black plate armor.

Aiden knew that his analysis would never be wrong, and even a certain history proved this result.

After killing Orgrimmar, most of the Orcs would surrender to Aedelas Blackmoore, and then he would take the opportunity to kill the Alliance commander Sir Lothar and the Paladin leader Uther, and lead these Orcs and soldiers who were absolutely loyal to him back to Lordaeron, overthrow the rule of King Terenas, and be crowned King Blackmoore!

He had already decided to stop this from happening. Although Chromie's warning was still in his ears, this Aedelas should not have had such an experience. He was able to do this because of the Infinite Dragonflight's malicious invasion of history!

Intervening in this history is actually helping the Bronze Dragonflight correct the timeline!

Aiden convinced himself with this reason, and then he prepared to take action.