Chapter 13 Chapter 12 The Servant of Nightmare

The green dragon is not as huge as Eranikus, but he is certainly not small.He wanted to capture the night elves.Blore spoke the calming spell that had worked on Eranikus, Ysera's mate, hoping to slow the beast's attack. But his efforts were ridiculed maliciously. If Tyrande hadn't pushed the druid away and blocked it with the moonblade, the green dragon would have caught the druid long ago. The moonblade with three blades, shining with the majesty of Elune, struck the target accurately.The beast looked unreal, and it escaped the attack with a flash of an evil dark green light.The horned dragon (1) straightened up, looking more angry than hurt.Its wings spread out, revealing a scarlet septum, in stark contrast to his green body.Lethorn's ferocious body was full of rage, and unlike Eranikus and other green dragons—who usually observe everything with their eyes closed, half asleep—this vile behemoth has surprisingly good eyesight.

"I should teach you..." the beast hissed as Tyrande drew back his sword. "Get out of that entrance!" Blore ordered. "Quick retreat!" The two of them stood up, ready to retreat back into Ashenvale, but the energy of the entrance entangled them.No matter how hard they try, they can never return to the earthly realm. Then a tall figure caught them.Nayyar, who was half stuck in the entrance, supported Tyrande and Blore with his huge palm when the vicious green dragon rushed over. "You can't escape... the nightmare will haunt you and invade your body!"

As he spoke, shadowy creatures suffocated Tyrande around the night elves.Although only in outline, they looked like satyrs, with legs as strong as goats' legs, heavy split hoofs, heads with pointed horns and curved backs.There are other features of Sartre.Long tail and beard, head and torso like night elves.Their fierce claws are well defined.These shadows added a bit of horror to those who were once Jianguo's real devils. Their numbers increased rapidly, and they were about to engulf these three creatures.Nayyar faced the satyr alone, with the night elves behind him.They leaped across the ancient trees recklessly, tearing, devouring, and tearing the hard bark with their pitch-black fangs and claws.A dark brown liquid flowed out from the wound of the ancient tree, but Nayar was not moved by his injury.

The ancient tree grabbed a shadow and pinched it hard.The shadow is broken into thousands of pieces.Nayyar crushed another, and another. But the original fragments gathered again from different places.The shattered shadow turned into several shadows again.The same goes for the second pile of debris. But Gu Shu spared time for his two companions to counterattack.The High Priestess pulled out the Moonblade, which unleashed a whirlwind of destruction, turning shadows one by one.The moonlight flickering around the blade burned the shards away. And Blore turned into a bear.The big, black bear pounced on the Shadow Satyr.Its claws shone with a wild purple light as it tore at the satyr.The shadows fell in droves as Blore unleashed his animal nature.

The green dragon's evil laugh drowned out all sound.He charged at Blore. "Your little flame can't hurt me at all!" The behemoth opened its mouth wide and spewed out a black cloud. A black cloud enveloped the druid.Blore could neither see nor feel anything.He growled, slashed, and bit, but all in vain. dad!dad! The big bear roared in confusion and anxiety.Blore heard his daughter's voice. No, Dad, no! He knew it wasn't real, it was the dragon's fault...but the cries sounded so real. Soon, Blore saw a female night elf.That intensified his desire for Anasa.The druid returned to his original form—

Shadows approached him.At this moment a figure broke in.She grabbed him tightly and pulled him out. "Wake up Blore." He blinked, unsure because his eyes were closed. "Ai—Ainasha?" "No, I am Tyrande!" "Tyrande..." The druid regained consciousness.He stood against the High Priestess, who held his wrist in one hand and the huge, gleaming Moonblade in the other.Elune's light still surrounds the greatblade, granting him power against satyrs. "He's at it again!" she warned. Blore knew who it was without asking, for the evil green dragon was closing in on them.Unable to see Nayar, the druid wondered what Eranikus was up to.What if he brings other dragons against us?No...that doesn't make sense!If he does, he'll come down here too to make sure we're dead!

But the most important thing now is to escape.The dragon swooped down.His mouth opened wide, and Blore tried to dodge it, fearing that he would spit out another black cloud. Then, with a piercing growl, Nayyar returned.His bark was torn and his blood was everywhere, but Nayar grabbed the vicious beast without hesitation. "They will not be your captives, Lethorn!" he roared. "You will all become ours..." the evil green dragon sneered, "Azeroth and nightmares have been intertwined since the world was born... so you are all linked with nightmares, and you can't escape..."

Letthorne... Blore knew the name. "He's dead!" the druid said to Tyrande as they fought their way out of the twisting entrance. "Lethorn, he should be dead already." "Then why did he appear here?" Druid suddenly understood.This also explains why the energy follows them both. "Only his dream form is still alive! He's a green dragon, one of the creatures closest to the dream! Whatever corrupted him, though his body was gone, kept him alive in the dream. survived." "What if he doesn't?" "We should have found out," Blore muttered. "Iranikus is cursed too! If he knew this...if that's why he left here, leaving us alone to face our nightmares..."

He didn't have time to explain more, because the black and green figure had already attacked them again, and to make matters worse, Nayar lost to Lethorn in the end.Although the guardian itself was huge, with the powerful energy and physique of the big tree, Lethorn was too strong, and the dragon knocked down the injured ancient tree, and then stretched out his palm with huge claws. The night elves couldn't help the ancient tree, in fact, they couldn't get there at all, they were scattered by the murderous shadow of the devil. "Go away!" Tyrande yelled, slashing at the evil satyr with the Moonblade and Elune's light.She cut one.The shadow satyr in front of him disappeared like dew meeting the morning sun.

Blore transforms into a bear again, augmenting his powerful attacks with magical purple flames.But the nightmare seemed endless. Meanwhile, Lesson turned his attention back to Nayar, and Gushu managed to stand on one knee, but still couldn't fend off his formidable opponent. "Now you are my prisoner!" Lethorn roared, and he smiled strangely, showing his vicious teeth. "I've lived long enough. I'm not afraid to die..." The evil green dragon's laughter was even harsher. "There is no doubt that you will serve us unconditionally..." The green dragon grabbed Nayar in mighty claws and dragged him into the mist.

Gu Shu tried his best to stop himself at the edge of the mist.He staggered, but rose bravely to resume the fight. A black, clenched hand protruded from the mist.It was small, but it grabbed Nayar's leg brutally, causing the ancient tree to look down.At this moment, another palm grabbed his arm. Other hands emerged from the mist.They were gathered together as if they belonged to the same person.Nayyar snarled and tried to break free, but too many hands grabbed him. Blore growled a warning to Tyrande.The two night elves fought hard, trying to fight their way to rescue the ancient tree. Gu Shu struggled hard, but he still couldn't break free from those hands, more and more hands grabbed him, like a hungry animal found food.They slowly pulled Nayyar into the mist. Lythorn stood between the giant tree and the druid.He swirled in front of Blore, and the dragon's jeer sent shivers down Bear's spine.Blore snarled at the green dragon, trying to back away.Behind him, Tyrande was struggling against the shadows. "You are wasting your efforts...no one can escape...no one can escape, you are our prisoner..." Nayar had already been pulled halfway into the mist, but even so, there were still more and more black palms grabbing his arms, legs, and wrapping around his body.Others tugged at the brave guardian's head, trying to silence him. But Nayar yelled as hard as he could, "Escape from the entrance! From..." Those hands—like the hands of night elves, terrans, orcs, tauren, and other creatures of Azeroth—now hold the ancient tree.There are so many hands that Nayyar can barely move.One of his feet had been dragged into the mist, then his shoulder, then his entire arm, and finally his head disappeared into the mist as well. Those hands dragged the rest in as well. On the other side of Lethorn, Tyrande was looking for a way out, but the way did not appear until Nayar disappeared.Too eager to save her allies, she took a few quick steps forward, but it was too late when she realized that Nayar had disappeared, and that Lethorn had set her a trap to make herself next victim. The first hand came out, as hungry as the previous one.To avoid the same fate as Nayyar, the High Priestess turned from Lethorne, shielding herself with her sword and the radiance of Elune. A roar shocked the three fighters.A beam of light appeared between them.Eranikus. The closed eyes of the emerald dragon turned towards Laithorne. The behemoth suddenly roared.He twisted and growled, "Those trees...they surrounded me!" As he said this, Blore and the others noticed that shadowy trees really clustered around the corrupted dragon.To the druids, they were harmless...but to Lythorne, they seemed to be poisonous at the slightest touch. Lesson shook his head.The trees in the fog disappeared. Lethorn looked at Eranikus with hatred. "These insignificant dream attacks can't hurt me anymore! You are too whimsical, dear Eranikus...you are daydreaming, but you don't know that my ability is growing day by day in the nightmare..." Lythorn was called The burnt place healed.Lethorn leaned forward.Although he was not as tall as Eranikus, he had a ferocious face. "But when you become one of us, you'll understand again..." Letthorne's eyes widened... As they did, they changed, their previous appearance was an illusion.And the cruel reality came. They were riddled with holes so deep they seemed to devour their prey.They were all equally hungry and equally terrifying, as evidenced by so many grasping hands.But on the green dragon, there is a distinctive evil, a kind of personal meaning. "I'm just corrupted, Eranikus! It's controlling me, and I like being corrupted." "Then, you have no reason to continue..." Ysera's consort glared at Lethorn. Blore noticed that the evil green dragon didn't flinch or resist. Instead, Lethorn waited... expectantly. "Eranikus!" the druid yelled. "Watch out, there's one more." Lethorne turned his head, his empty eyes seeming to tear Blore's soul to shreds.The druid took a deep breath, suppressing the feeling of fear. The mist around Eranikus gradually merged into horrible shapes, the shapes of nightmares.She was the same size as Eranikus, but only so.She used to be a giant dragon, but now her flesh and blood are rotten, and she exudes a rotten smell all over her body.It was a female dragon, and it was only now possible to tell it apart.The purple membranes of the wings were like rags wrapped around the body, and a foul smell rushed towards the night elf. Tyrande trembled, reminding her of her first fierce battle with the Burning Legion, when innocent undead were everywhere.Blore remembered the battle with the demons on the summit of Hyjal, and he sighed anguishedly as he watched Anatha die, along with the others. The ghastly monster swooped down on Eranikus, stabbing Eranikus' foreleg with its bone-only claws. "Have you forgotten dear Emeris?" The voice of the terrifying female dragon was chilling. "We want you to come back to us, Eranikus." "No! I will not let the nightmare control me again!" Eranikus glared at her. She spat.A foul-smelling green substance blinded Eranikus. He growled, trying to get the filth off, but it clung to him, and to make matters worse, Letthorne joined the fray. "We miss you so much." Emorys said, "Don't be ungrateful, accept this unchangeable..." "No, never, I won't, I will never!" But, apart from protesting, he couldn't stop the two dragons from dragging him into the mist.The black palm reappeared, grasping in mid-air, trying to catch the huge monster. Blore and Tyrande couldn't do anything, and when the Shadow Satyr launched a new attack, they themselves were a little overwhelmed. A red flame burned towards Emeris and Lythorn behind Eranikus.Angry and terrified, they let go of Eranikus and retreated into the mist, and Eranikus fled from the gate with such haste that he forgot his companions in his agitation. But Blore and Tyrande usher in an attempted rescue.Two large hands with light red energy dispersed the large black area, and then gently lifted the druid and the high priestess up like dolls, and withdrew their big hands, bringing them to a safe place far away from the entrance. zone. The black emerald power quickly returned to their original state. Eranikus slumped to the ground, Ysera's mate gasping for breath.He looked back from where the night elves and their savior were standing. Their savior...was another dragon. A red dragon. A dragon so huge that even Eranikus looked tiny. This reptile has two giant horns growing from its head.Most of the monster's body is scarlet, only the chest is as silvery as the claws.There are some fine mesh-like spots scattered on both sides of the head. What sets him apart from other dragons - aside from his enormous size - are his eyes.Those eyes were not as bright as Eranikus's, but faintly revealed a golden light, which was different from what the night elves had encountered before, full of calmness and hope. When the dragon spoke, the tone of command was soothing. "They have already fled, they didn't expect me to come, unfortunately, I don't like them too, in fact, I should have helped you in the first place." "You...are the Guardian..." Tyrande said seriously. "You are……" The dragon lowered his head, "I am... Alexstrasza, the reason why I know you, Tyrande Whisperwind, is because of the so-called War of the Ancients and the blessing of Nordrassil that followed. " The High Priestess of "Alexstrasza" had in her mind the name of the race associated with the Dragon Aspect, the second noble ally. "Crassus! Is he there? Is he alive?" The dragon shook his head.Her eyes became blurred. "There are many Sleepers, Tyrande Whisperwind, and he is one of them." Tyrande frowned. "I feel sorry for you." The Aspect looked up and said in surprise, "You feel sorry for me?" Alexstrasza glanced at Blore, who tried to hide his curiosity as best he could.Like most druids, he had heard of Krasus and Rhonin, who were particularly active at that time and who were said to have been involved in the rise of Malfurion ten thousand years ago.How is that possible.The archdruid was confused. "He too?" "He doesn't know, I know because of Malfurion." "It's just that, for your sake, Tyrande Whisperwind." Alexstrasza said to Blore, "It's just that you also know that my spouse, Cleostrasz and the magician Crassus is the same person." "One person?" Blore couldn't believe it, knowing that he would never connect the two anyway. The dragon stood up and folded its wings.She started shrinking.Her wings wrinkled, then quickly granulated, and then disappeared.Alexstrasza's forehead became an arm, and the legs turned outward, eventually becoming more night elf-like. Almost twice Blore's height, only part of her front waist continued to change.Her belly became her face, with a separate nose and mouth.Her horns were down and her hair had grown.The transformation was completed in the blink of an eye, and a plausible elf image stood in front of the druid and his companions. Thick, red-hot hair—her sideburns, in fact, blazing—cascaded over her shoulders.Alexstrasza was dressed like a female warrior, her armored boots reaching her thighs, and her breastplate accentuated her feminine figure.Her hands were protected almost to the base of her arms by fine iron wrists, and a scarlet cloak in the shape of transparent wings swung behind her.To Blore's shock, the horns had now become the elaborate helmet covering her head... or rather, smaller horns. Maroons, violets, and touches of blue-black—both with inlaid gold trim—these were the colors of her clothes, and her skin was a maroon.Her face was rounder than any night elf's, and seemed to incorporate human lines.Her nose is small and her mouth is perfectly sculpted.The hair is square and falls to the sides of the face. Only the eyes haven't changed, other than being adjusted to her size.Blore, Tyrande instinctively knelt on one knee and bowed his head respectfully.Despite their allegiance to other masters, they all respect Alexstrasza. "Get up," she ordered, "I'm not looking for a subject, I'm looking for an ally." After getting up, Tyrande said solemnly, "If Elune agrees, no matter with the sword or prayer, as long as it can be done, I will do it. I fought with you against the demon ten thousand years ago , if our goals are the same, I will form an alliance with you." "I'm glad you said that." Alexstrasza looked at Blore. "And you, druid? What do you think?" "Our lives are entrusted to you, Queen. You have saved our lives, and there is no dispute over whose service you serve..." She nodded appreciatively. "My Cleostrasz, my dear husband, fell into a deep sleep, though I felt him struggling to wake himself up. He was far from alone in what happened, my Chances are you already know, child. It's not just our race that's affected - although dragons have relatively few sleepers, since we don't need as much sleep as other races - but this dreadful sleep has spread to other Every race. Worse, it is especially interested in which eminent rulers, magicians, kings, generals, philosophers, and the like." "My God!" Tyrande said softly. "Night elves have not been affected as badly as other races. I think it was premeditated. I think we have another ally, though I'm still surprised if my guess is right..." As she continued to speak, there was a moan beside her.Blore looked over to Eranikus, who had been passed out after escaping the clutches of his evil kind. "I wish it was a better ally than that poor fellow. Taking people where he knows all too well, letting them go ahead, and running for their lives—" Eranikus looked up.His face contorted into a pitiful expression. "You still don't understand, little druid. Didn't you see them? Didn't you see what Lethorn and Emeris became? Don't you want to run for your life too?" "I won't leave my friends behind." With a groan, Eranikus turned around, "You don't understand..." Alexstrasza turned to Eranikus.Although there was no anger in her expression, there was no forgiveness in her tone of voice. "I don't understand either, Eranikus...about what you've done." Eranikus was about to retort when Alexstrasza interrupted him. "Okay. I understand what it's like to be a slave to the will of darkness, a slave to despicable actions." Eranikus looked at her, and finally nodded, "As you said." "I know more about what's going on here than you even know." She stepped under his huge chin, though she was much smaller than Eranikus at her current size. "I know Ysera is aware of your salvation and existence... I also know that you did not choose to return to her at the last moment, because you were very afraid that the nightmare would make you betray her again." She turned a blind eye to his vicious look. "She—knew?" the behemoth asked Alexstrasza at last. "She knew I was flying towards her in the dream, and I felt the call of the nightmare, even though I had escaped the doom of being corrupted. It called with such force that I felt that my renewed self-confidence was nothing more than a Vain hope?" "She figured it out pretty quickly. But she loved you so much that she accepted your choice and hoped you would eventually come back to her." "Now...but it's too late now...she was taken too..." The guardian dragon narrowed his eyes in surprise, "No...not yet." Eranikus looked at her with a sliver of hope, "Is she safe then?" "It's hard to say." Alexstrasza stretched out a hand to surround the two night elves. "About the nightmare, I know more information than any of you. Ysera has fought against it for a long time, but now there is danger..." Ysera, the red dragon told them, that though she could control them now, her dreams had turned black.At first she blamed herself for worrying too much, but now it was too late to realize the truth.The nightmares she experienced have touched Azeroth, taken over their lives, and entered the minds of all creatures. At that point, Ysera herself made a colossal mistake.The queen of the Emerald Dream probes the minds of the sleepers, seeking what is at the root of her subconscious.She didn't realize that the enemy was targeting her. "Lethorn suddenly appeared while her mind was searching in the night," Alexstrasza told them. "He was shadowed, the kind of satyr the night elves had just fought, and they invaded her dream form. Launched an attack on what they wanted most... the eyes." Eranikus sprang to his feet, his gaze so that neither Blore nor Tyrande dared look directly at him. "The Eye of Ysera was taken? I am quite shocked! How do you know that my beloved queen is not imprisoned?" "The Eye of Ysera is her habitat." Blore described to Tyrande calmly. "It is said that it is an idyllic place. Malfurion has seen it, Fandral has seen it, and other druids have rarely seen it. It is a valley surrounded by majestic mountains. The land is fertile and full of flowers and plants, but Named for the magnificent golden dome in the center, where Ysera dwelt..." The green dragon snorted, "A pale but acceptable description, little druid! There is nothing more perfect than it in all creation!" He suddenly groaned "The eye of Ysera was taken away .Where is my queen if she is not captured?" Now, Alexstrasza shook his head sadly at his growing rage, "No, Ysera escaped captivity. She was fighting. Her, her other consorts, and others' fighting not only Not just to save them, but to find the dark source of the nightmare. She doesn't want both her realm and Azeroth to succumb to something so monstrous." "She's crazy! If she becomes a victim, it's all over. The nightmare is so powerful, I believe she has been taken, but if she goes to find its truth and its power, it will make her more than Lai Thorne and Emeris are worse. And change everything through her, making them scarier than anything we've experienced before." "She's doing what she has to do," Alexstrasza said quietly. "And I did my best to help her. I took my own power and passed it on to her from afar, monitoring all the tentative actions of the nightmare when it entered this world, and looking for everyone who could help... and watching them fall and then Didn't wake up." Xionglong finally bowed his head.Muttering with self-hatred, "You did all you could while she was risking her life, and I... I sat in a cave, running from the fate of this world! Running from my love Queen! I have known Cleostrasz as long as I have known you, and I am not worthy to appear in the sight of you and my queen..." Alexstrasza was about to speak, Eranikus shook Shaking his head, "To be worthy of her, I have only one way to go." The green dragon turned to face the entrance.Its energy beats slowly and regularly. Eranikus moved towards it. "I feel like the nightmare is not around. The cursed fallen thing has changed course again. It's safe to go in now...but enough..." He looked at the night elf. "You can just get here." "No, we're going with you," Tyrande said. "I don't think we're together by chance. Someone has to find and gather those who are willing to serve Azeroth and the survivors. Everything in the world is There is a reason..." "Of course, someone has to do it." Ysera's consort said suddenly, her expression turning into the only remaining hope. "That must be my queen. Despite all the attacks she has suffered, she is still fighting for our salvation. I should have gone to see her—" "Not Ysera, not my sister," Alexstrasza interjected cautiously, looking at Tyrande and Blore, "the other wants to lead you... and that is Malfurion Stormrage .” All hope rested with Malfurion, the archdruid who did everything he could to thwart his captor's thoughts.They might be skeptical...but as long as he doesn't... Terrifying shadows suddenly reached the night elves.The Nightmare Lord and his cunning presence surrounded Malfurion and filled his mind and soul. Do you like dying struggles?Has it become such a part of your life that you can't separate it? Malfurion didn't respond.Responding at this point also doesn't make any sense.Only the lord who obeys him. To be true to your own ideas, Malfurion?The skeleton-like tentacles of the shadow tree entangled the archdruid layer by layer.Shall we talk about these thoughts... these dreams... these hopes? Still, the night elf couldn't help but be troubled by some of the last words.Do you know this filthy thing? Let's share thoughts... let's share hopes... The archdruid hid his thoughts deeply.His plan has come close to success.If possible... The laughter of the Nightmare King entered his mind.Especially, Malfurion, let's talk about those stupid redemption plans... Remark: There are several grammatical errors in this chapter due to improper translation of words, so I replaced a word or a word in the corresponding position. Since there are many cases in this chapter, and the original meaning will not be changed, so I will not list them one by one. pointed out, I hope to forgive me.